Chapter 8 I Want Both of You
EIGHT
I Want Both of You
YANA
I hold Camden’s gaze as Logan leaves a trail of kisses along my throat and rubs my clit between his fingers. My mind is foggy as overwhelming pleasure builds inside me, but I can’t make myself look away from the dark-haired man sitting no more than four feet away.
And he’s watching me too.
Fire burns hot in my chest, wild and reckless. Before I can think better of it, I lean away from Logan, halting his caress, and slide my hand off the couch. When I catch Camden’s wrist, his skin nearly burns me.
Eyes widening, he examines me.
“Yana…” Logan murmurs in my ear, voice low but steady.
Without letting go of Camden’s wrist, I meet Logan’s gaze. He searches my face, eyes intense. What strikes me is that he doesn’t look angry or even surprised. The corners of his mouth tip up, and his expression turns knowing, understanding, like he’s been waiting for this moment to happen.
“You sure about this?” he asks me. “I know I am, but I want you to be certain too.”
“I’m sure,” I whisper. “I want both of you.”
A beautiful smile curves his lips, and he nods. Then he fixes his focus on Camden. “You heard her. Are you in?”
Camden stares, confusion swimming in his eyes like he doesn’t believe us.
I tug on his hand, shaking him out of his stupor, silently urging him to make a decision.
There’s no way I’m the only one who felt like my body was on fire after I bumped into him on my way to the kitchen.
His heart was ready to jump out of his chest then, and now his pulse is hammering under my fingers.
Slowly, he sets his bottle on the floor. Then he rises onto his knees in front of me, his expression full of hope and uncertainty. “Are you sure?”
Logan chuckles softly behind me. “Yes, we are.” In one quick movement, he yanks the throw blanket off my lap.
I slide closer to the edge of the couch, my knees on either side of Camden’s hips. Holding his gaze, I lean in. “Stop pretending you don’t want me.”
He clenches his jaw, his eyes burning into mine. “You have no idea what I want.”
A breathy huff leaves me, half desire, half irritation. “Then prove me wrong.”
“Fuck,” he mutters. Sliding his hand around the back of my neck, he pulls me into him and covers my lips with his.
The kiss is rough and desperate. His teeth sink into my bottom lip, making me gasp. Taking advantage of the moment, he slips his tongue into my mouth and curls it around mine. Instantly, the moment is hot and heavy. He’s not holding back.
Logan cups my breast from behind, squeezing it roughly and making my vision blur. The pleasure is almost unbearable.
With his mouth near my ear, he rasps, “That’s right, Cam. Take what you want.”
I moan into Camden’s mouth. I’m losing my mind, caught between these two men. Logan plays with my nipples through my shirt, tugging and pulling in all the right ways, while Camden holds me close, as if he’s afraid I’ll slip away if he doesn’t.
The moment feels like a dream. I never back away from what I want, and because of my career and my life experiences, I prefer to be direct, to show my interest and talk about my needs from the start.
Yet I’ve never imagined myself being with two men at the same time.
Surely, I can blame it on the alcohol, on being trapped here like this, but I don’t make a habit of deluding myself.
I’ve been attracted to Logan and Camden from the very beginning, despite the latter being a jerk to me that first day.
The need coursing through me is all-consuming. I never want it to stop.
Camden grips my hips and pulls me closer. The move makes Logan shift forward. When my back is glued to his chest again, his hardness pokes into my ass.
“Easy,” he murmurs. “Don’t break her, man.”
“She’s not made of glass,” Camden whispers against my lips.
“I’m definitely not,” I breathe.
Camden rears back, his eyes searching mine. He takes a few deep breaths, as if trying to steady himself.
Logan caresses my tits with slow and gentle movements.
The heat in my core turns molten. Shit. I’m so turned on, I can’t even think straight.
“Take off her leggings,” Logan says, his tone firm and commanding. He’s enjoying this way more than I expected.
The words send a shiver through me.
Camden swallows, his Adam’s apple moving up and down. His lips are swollen from our kisses, and it only makes him look more gorgeous. “If I do this…I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”
“I don’t want you to,” I whisper with a hand pressed to his chest. “Neither of you.”
The fireplace crackles, throwing shadows across the room. The movie continues to play, like a soundtrack to the moment. Wind rattles the windows slightly, a storm raging outside while another one burns between us.
Logan shifts and bands his arms around me, kissing the side of my neck, his movements slow, deliberate, while Camden slides his hands up my legs, his eyes dark and hungry.
I’m totally at their mercy. Trapped between them, the heat from their skin sets my own on fire.
Camden tugs on the waistband of my leggings, and I lift my ass so he can peel them down, along with my panties.
As he tosses them to the side, he zeroes in on my pussy, firelight flickering in his irises.
“Spread your legs for him.” Logan hooks my right leg over his, then does the same with my left.
My chest heaves. I’m fully exposed, but instead of fear or shame, the emotion growing stronger inside me is pure desire. My need for these two men is nearly unbearable.
“Look at him, Queen. Look him in the eye. Show him how much you want this.” Logan slides his hand lower, trapping my clit between his thumb and index finger and slowly circling it.
After the way he’s been edging me and the need Camden’s kisses ignited, I won’t last long. I hold Camden’s gaze as Logan rubs my clit, relishing the warmth that’s pooling in my lower abdomen. As my breathing turns shallow, Camden tightens his jaw.
Logan works me over faster, his fingers expertly flicking over my clit.
“Bozhe, I seichas konchu.1” Eyes rolling back, I drop my head against Logan’s shoulder. An intense shudder works its way through my body, and my orgasm takes over. Eyes still on Camden’s, I groan.
The sound is cut off when Logan cups my face and slams his lips to mine.
When my body stops trembling, he releases my mouth, and when I open my eyes, I find Camden still watching me, riveted. His fists are clenched at his sides, like he’s barely holding himself back.
In this moment, I know it’s not the end of the night. Not even close.
Brows pinched together, Camden grabs my hips and draws me closer.
The sensation of his calloused hands on my sensitive skin sends a thrill of excitement through me.
He places a soft, surprisingly gentle kiss on my inner thigh before sinking his teeth into the flesh, leaving a mark.
He moves up, all lips, tongue, and teeth, setting my every nerve ending alight.
I feel everything, and it’s exhilarating.
Logan cups my tits from behind, sucking on the sensitive skin of my neck, then lapping over the place he bit.
It’s a miracle, really, that I’m still conscious and coherent because these men are driving me out of my mind.
“Fuck…” Camden mutters against my thigh. “You don’t even know what you’re doing to me.”
“Then show me,” I whisper, practically vibrating with anticipation.
Logan’s breath is warm against my ear. “Don’t keep her waiting, Cam.”
I should be overwhelmed, torn apart by the storm I’ve found myself in the middle of. Instead, this feels inevitable. Like I was always meant to end up here, trapped between Logan’s steadiness and Camden’s wildfire.
When Camden’s hot breath fans over my clit, I arch into him, desperate to feel his lips on my pussy.
When his eyes find mine, he smirks, and before I know it, he’s lapping over my soft spot.
He alternates between licking and sucking, driving me higher and higher, and when he drags his teeth over my clit, my vision goes dark.
I have to brace myself against Logan to keep from going completely boneless.
“Fuck, Red,” Camden growls, his voice rough. “You taste like you were made to ruin me.”
With a hand in his hair, I tug and twist. He groans and doubles down. I respond with a moan that echoes off the high ceiling, rolling my hips.
It’s fucking heaven. No doubt about it.
Logan kisses my cheek and the corner of my mouth, steadying me.
Grounding me. Giving me something to hold on to when my second orgasm of the night slams into me.
I shatter from head to toe, trembling uncontrollably in Logan’s arms while Camden continues his assault.
It’s like he’s been starving for years and has only now found a way to satisfy his hunger.
When my orgasm ebbs, I sag against Logan’s chest. Breathing heavily, I open my eyes and find Camden’s locked on my face. The devilish smile that plays on his lips makes me dizzy.
The fire is still crackling. The storm still howls against the cabin walls, but none of us speaks.
There’s no going back from what we just did. And yet, none of us stopped it.
“Bozhe,” I mumble, covering my face with one hand. “That was fucking amazing, but…this isn’t fair. Why am I the one getting all the attention?”
Logan snorts, his chest vibrating with laughter.
“You don’t get it, do you?” Camden lets out a sardonic laugh, then shakes his head.
He scoops me into his arms and stands.
Instinctively, I cling to him as he strides down the hallway. “What are you doing?”
“Shut up, Red,” he all but growls.
“Better do as he tells you.” Logan’s mischievous voice signals that he isn’t far behind.
Camden eases me onto the bed and guides me to the middle. Then he stretches out on my left side while Logan lounges on my right.
In a matter of minutes, the three of us are a tangle of limbs and heat.
There’s no rush, no roughness. It’s all about slow kisses and lingering touches, the experience soft but no less charged.
Logan trails his lips down my jaw; Camden presses his palm to my cheek, kissing me like he doesn’t know whether to hold me close or push me away.
I melt into them. With their hands and lips on my skin, with their attention fixed solely on me, I turn into an incoherent mess.
Eventually, exhaustion wins. Our kisses turn lazy, our touches featherlight.
I curl into Logan’s chest, his steady warmth cocooning me as he wraps his arm around my shoulders.
Just as my eyelids grow heavy and sleep threatens to pull me under, the mattress shifts.
Eyes half open, I turn and spy a silhouette hovering beside the bed in the darkness. Camden sits on the edge, his head in his hands, his shoulders tense.
I reach over, but before I can touch him, he stands.
My chest aches, and my throat gets painfully tight.
Without looking at me, without looking at Logan, he silently creeps out of the room and shuts the door behind him.
A sharp pain ripples through my heart. I want to call after him, ask him why he left and beg him to stay. Instead, I force myself to relax against Logan, sinking deeper into the warmth of his body, and let sleep win.
Tomorrow is a new day, and I will talk to him. If Camden thinks I won’t be asking questions, he’s wrong.
1 God, I’m gonna come.