29. Jaxon
29
JAXON
My brain implodes at Rya’s words. I knew the moment Logan busted out the lube that he had something in mind, but to be fair… I never expected her to ask for both of us at once.
“You sure, Rya? It’ll be a tight fit.”
She stares into my eyes and nods once before turning to look at Logan. “Yes, I want to try it.”
Logan locks eyes with me, and the smolder there is enough to knock me out. But thank fuck it doesn’t because I’m not missing this for anything. He picks up the lube again, coating his fingers with it, this time working it over his cock. “Okay, baby, chest to chest with Jaxon. Jax…” He motions with his hands that I should spread her cheeks, so I hold her open while continuing to thrust into her. “Yeah, just like that,” he murmurs, then nudges my legs further apart where they dangle off the edge of the bed. “I’m gonna see how she does for a few minutes with my fingers stretching her.”
“Go slow,” I rasp, and he nods. I feel his lube-slickened fingers around my cock, moving with me. It’s fucking insane the way it feels. Even if this is as far as we get, it’s enough. It’s fucking mind-bending and soul shattering. It’s fucking everything.
A few minutes later, Rya is practically writhing, pushing herself back on my cock and Logan’s fingers. “Rya, baby?” His voice has taken on a rough quality as he comes in close—close enough that his dick touches mine. “You ready for us to try this? I’ll stop if you need me to. Just say the word.”
“I’m fine,” she mumbles from where her face is buried against my chest as her hips continue to piston. “So good. Please.”
I groan, my head going hazy with thoughts of what might be about to happen. Rya grips my shoulders, her fingers clenching down, indenting my skin. “Relax, Rya.” I knead her ass cheeks in my hands.
My eyes connect with Logan’s, his burning hot as he nudges my cock with his. “Pause for a sec, Jax. Rya, breathe. In. Out. Relax your body.”
“Please,” she says on a shuddering exhale, “I need you both.”
My entire being is ready to ignite and burst into flames as I hold Rya against me, feeling her pussy clench involuntarily around my cock as Logan does what he can to prepare her further. His fingers slip inside her again, and his jaw locks as his head drops back on his shoulders. He stares at the ceiling, his breath coming in fits and starts.
And when he looks my way, I grind out, “I want to feel you—us—inside her.” He nods, and with heat in his eyes, I feel him there again. As he presses forward, Rya breathes calmly, the rough swallow I feel against my chest the only clue that she’s nervous.
“Oh, fuck.” Logan’s eyes go feral as the head of his dick eases inside her. “I— Holy shit,” he mutters. “You okay, Rya?”
This girl—our girl—lifts her head, first meeting my gaze before arching her back and looking over her shoulder. “Fuck,” she breathes out, on something that sounds like a sob. Logan automatically freezes in place, and my eyes dart to his, and I’m ready to tell him to stop. But then, Rya moans long and low, “Yeeeesss.”
Her gaze swings back to mine, and I lift my head to brush my lips over her temple. “That’s a good fucking girl,” I whisper. “Should he keep going?”
“Yes,” she chokes out as I feel Logan slide an inch or so farther inside her pussy. “I need it.” Her hands scramble for purchase, grabbing at the sheets, my arms, my neck—anything to anchor her as Logan takes control. My brain is scattered, not fully comprehending how we ended up here with my stepbrother fucking me and our girl at once. But he is. He’s fucking us in the most slow, torturous, delicious way.
Rya is moaning practically nonstop, and the grunts and groans being wrenched from me are happening just as frequently. And Logan? He looks like he’s in fucking heaven—eyes glazed over, jaw tight as he holds himself back. I know the last thing he wants to do is hurt Rya… but this pace is killing me. I let out a strangled groan . Killing me in the best fucking way I could have ever imagined . Our bodies glide together, Logan able to slip farther and farther into Rya’s body with each pass of his cock.
She’s full-on shaking now as Logan leans forward, whispering against her crown as his pale-blue eyes pierce mine. “More?” His voice is husky as the question falls from his lips.
I’ve never experienced anything like this, and my body shakes hard as I near the point of no return. Electricity sizzles through me as the chorus of moans and gasps goes on and on until Rya clutches me hard, lifting her head as she stares at me in wonder. “I-I’m coming. Oh god, I’m c-coming.”
As she says those words, I feel her body pulsing. Motherfucking squeezing our dicks tightly as she falls apart, whimpering in my arms. Every blissful moment is mirrored in her eyes, and suddenly, I simply can’t fucking hang on. Releasing a low groan, I shoot cum into her pussy.
And I’m not the only one. Logan’s orgasm is explosive, and I swear to fuck, I can feel his cock pumping Rya full—both the rhythmic nature of it as well as his cum joining mine.
I have no fucking clue how long we’ve been lying here, still connected like this. I’m having trouble coming down from the intensity of the moment. Logan is slumped over Rya, still on his feet at the edge of the bed, and our girl? She’s as pliant as a wet noodle between us.
Jesus, that was insane. But so fucking good.
Finally, he slips from her and crawls onto the bed next to me. I follow suit, only to have her let loose this bereft little whimper as I roll her to my side, putting her between Logan and me.
“You did so good, baby,” Logan murmurs against her temple, plying her with kisses as he strokes a hand over her body.
“Fuck yeah, she did. Our girl,” I growl, exhaling in satisfaction, sliding my hand over her abdomen and brushing over her clit, making her moan.
Logan’s hand is already between her legs, and he glances across her to meet my eyes. “You’ve gotta feel this.”
An unfiltered sigh of pleasure skitters past Rya’s lips. Her expression is dazed, but she squirms under our touch. I slip my hand further south, coming into contact with her pussy lips… and between them, our cum. So much of it that it has a deep groan of satisfaction rolling from my chest. “Oh fuck, baby. That’s so hot.” I can’t resist, I push some of it back inside her. “You’re exactly what we need.” I pump my fingers slowly in and out while Logan circles her sweet clit with his fingertips.
“You gonna come for us one more time, baby?” Logan’s eyes are hot on mine as he lowers his mouth to her breast. I do the same, sucking her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around and around at much the same pace my fingers are moving.
In no time flat, Rya’s back is arching, and her whimpers of pleasure have become pants of untold desire. She writhes between us, gripping both of us by the back of the head, fingers threading into our hair to hold us to her.
The orgasm is on her so fucking fast and strong, I don’t know what to make of it, but I’m glad to know she’s enjoying this every bit as much as I am—as much as I know Logan is, too.
When her body ceases its undulations, we finally remove our hands from her. Rya is quiet, completely blissed out as I give Logan a devious smirk, lift my hand, and slide my cum-covered fingers between his lips. He moans, and it’s this heady, desperate-for-me sound that makes me believe I’m exactly where I’m meant to be—with them, the only two people I’ll ever need the way I’ve come to need them .
I slip my fingers from his mouth and pat his cheek. “Good boy. Now, I think you should go get a warm washcloth for our girl.”
He huffs out a laugh at the praise, then kisses Rya softly. “Good idea. Be right back with that.”
I’d disentangled myself from Rya and Logan not long after, because we all needed something to drink and food, and Rya definitely needed some ibuprofen—just in case. We’d made a picnic of everything I found in my mini fridge and food stash. Rya had practically chugged the Gatorade and inhaled a protein bar, a piece of string cheese, and a handful of nuts. Note to self : I need to talk to Logan about whether offering her snacks is going to help or hurt. Because the last thing I want to do is upset her. Not when she’s already in a state about what happened in class. Then again, I don’t want her fainting at the drop of a hat, either. Tough call.
And ranking right up there in the not-my-finest-moment-of-this-RA-gig department, after Rya had cleaned up in my bathroom—two guys, twice the mess—the three of us had snuck into the men’s communal bathroom to shower. More and more I’m discovering there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to take care of our girl. So, fuck it . Maybe I’d feel differently if we’d gotten caught, but no one had come in while we were cleaning up, and we made it back to my room without seeing a soul.
We’re all but knocked out when Rya shifts, jostling me awake with her movement. “Jaxon?” Rya whispers, “are you still awake?”
I open one eye, squinting at her. “Yeah. Kinda.”
“Sorry.” She grimaces.
“’S’okay. What’s up?” I mumble.
Logan peers at us from the corner of his eye but says nothing. He’s waiting, though, for her to spill whatever she’s got on her mind, I can tell. And the thing is, even a few weeks ago, I’d probably have told him to fuck off and give us a minute since the question is clearly for me. But now there’s been a shift inside me, and I need him to stay. Want him here. Because he’s part of whatever the fuck we’re building together.
She takes a deep breath before letting the question tumble from her. “What was it you were going to tell me over the phone earlier but then decided against?”
My chest heaves on my inhaled breath. I was hoping she’d forget about that. When I open my mouth, all that comes out is an odd ragged sound that definitely won’t pass as an answer.
Logan raises his head and turns it to peer into my eyes. “She needs to know. Now, more than ever.”
I blink at him, wondering how he even knows what I was going to say, but from the look in his eyes, there’s not much chance he’s incorrect. Chewing on the corner of my lip for a few seconds, I nod at him, then prop myself up on my elbow to give Rya all my focus. My heart slams around inside my chest cavity, and I consider clamming up again. But then I know Logan is right—he usually is where she’s concerned—and she fucking deserves to hear this from me. Because man, have I been feeling it. “I just wanted to say”—I cup her face in my palm, sliding my thumb over her lip—“I fucking love you, pretty girl.” My voice is gritty and raw to my ears, but I got it out. And I promptly stop breathing as she stares at me.
“Oh.” She blinks rapidly, then surges to a sitting position and turns to face me. She glances back at Logan, who puts his hand on her back. My brow furrows. Reassuring her, maybe? She takes a deep breath as he nods at her, then swivels back around. She reaches for my hand where it lays on my chest. “I-I love you, too, Jaxon. I didn’t know…” Her voice trails off.
“What didn’t you know?” My brow raises on my forehead, waiting breathlessly for whatever she intends to say next. It doesn’t matter what it is. It doesn’t change how I feel.
Her brows hitch together. “I wasn’t sure if you were… ready?” she questions with her head cocked to the side.
I pick up her hand, pressing the back of it to my lips. “You’ve drawn me in, taken me past the point of sanity with the way I love you.” My eyes flick to Logan’s. “I feel that way”—the words almost get stuck, but I look into his blue eyes, knowing it’s true—“about both of you.”
Logan blinks, wide-eyed wonder dawning over his features. He takes in one breath, then another, then gives himself a little shake as he wrenches his gaze from mine.
It has my heart stopping dead in my chest. “I—” I don’t even have a thought in my head as to what I thought I was going to say. Panic claws at my throat, and I stare down at the bedding between us where Rya had been lying. My ears ring, and I feel fucking dizzy. Somehow, I misread the situation. This relationship. Everything. I fucked up.
But then, Logan’s hand is on the back of my neck, steering my face to his. I was so lost in the spiral I’d almost gone down that I missed that he’d moved. “I love you, too, Jax.” He presses his lips firmly to mine. Unrelenting. Like he means it.
When we finally pull apart, Rya flops down between us again. “That was so damn beautiful. You both make me so happy.”
And I swear to fuck, it’s not ten seconds later this girl is sound asleep. I press a kiss to her neck as I curl myself around her, then reach over her body to take Logan’s hand. Smiling at me, he holds it, rubbing his thumb over the back of it.
I don’t understand how we got here. But I’m so fucking glad we did.