Chapter 17
I tried to stop overthinking. The ability to overthink ourselves into a state was a quality August and I shared. He’d finally responded to me last night, for the first time since his lame breakup message. He gave me surface-level details and I accepted them, knowing we would need to talk more at some point.
Logan assured me he had no plans to allow August to self-destruct or sabotage our relationship no matter what it took, and they spent last night together figuring things out. My trust in Logan trumped my worries and fears.
Several knocks sounded off my front door to the tune of ‘Shave and a Haircut’. Only Logan knocked in such a pattern, but why was he at my house so early in the morning? Planting my feet on the floor, I gave my appearance a once-over, but if he wanted me in something more appealing than comfy sweats and a messy bun, he should have given me a heads up. I swung open the door and immediately stilled. Logan stood there holding a tray of coffee and treats, but my eyes were drawn to August. My movie-star-handsome ex-boyfriend seemed nervous as he held out a huge bouquet of star lilies and an adorable sloth stuffed animal. He’d paid attention to the silly things that made me happy, along with my favorite flowers.
I wanted to throw myself in his arms and kiss him but the hurt and anger combined with my resentment of the way he’d ended things caused ugly things to bubble up to the surface. I accepted the gifts with a small nod.
Logan noticed the shift of emotions and stepped forward, kissing my cheek. “We have a lot to talk about. I brought breakfast.”
“I have a name, Logan,” August deadpanned.
Despite the emotional outburst I had been poised to unleash in his direction, the flirty retort had me laughing instead. It was hard to stay mad at someone I’d already fallen for, no matter what our relationship status was at the moment. Still, I needed to get my feelings out in the open and let him know in person how much I did not appreciate the cold medium of text for such a serious topic. As if he knew I would need a moment with August, Logan walked into the house, leaving us alone in the entryway.
“And you are?” I sassed.
“Immensely sorry,” he whispered.
“August…”
He hugged me and I melted against his body. The crisp scent of his cologne filled my nostrils and the muscles of his arms flexed as he held me. I’d missed everything about him, but we had a lot to smooth over. Breaking the embrace, I stepped backward.
“I promise to find a way to make it up to you every day, Karsyn. Well, if you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me. I sincerely apologize for breaking up with you.”
“I’m so mad at you.”
“I know, and I deserve your anger.”
“You hurt my feelings. And you didn’t even answer my messages until yesterday.” Something I couldn’t identify flickered across his face. He tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear, as if he couldn’t keep his hands to himself.
“Breakfast,” Logan announced, clapping his hands.
I shuffled to the kitchen with August behind me, tension permeating the space as we grabbed plates and napkins. The three of us sat in my cozy nook eating the bacon, egg and cheese sandwiches made and served on the best hard rolls in town. We made polite conversation until we finished our food and cleared the table, before returning to the cozy cushions.
When we sat again, with no food to distract us, I glanced back and forth between the two of them. Even with the uncomfortable topic on the table, the way they were looking at me was making me utterly feral. I wanted to crawl across their collective laps and beg for them to touch me, spank me, anything!
“Do we have to do this like we’re in kindergarten or are we going to speak to each other respectfully?” Logan asked softly.
“I’m furious and hurting and if I don’t say it all now, it will stew inside of me forever. Then it will turn into resentment. So, I’ll start by saying I’m serious about making this work. Us. All three of us. So, I’m upset, and yet I’m open-minded and hopeful.”
Logan leaned back, his head resting against the wall. “What do you think?”
“I want to hear it. I should have listened to it two weeks ago, but I wasn’t ready. Let me have it, Karsyn. Whatever is on your mind, the good, the bad, the ugly. Lay it on me.” August made a bring-it-on gesture with his hand.
“You speak a lot about respect in our dynamic, but dumping me over text is one of the most disrespectful things you could have done. I deserve better than that. Obviously, if the situation was different or maybe toxic, then I’d understand why.”
“You’re right. You have an excellent point. It doesn’t make it any better, but the text I sent to Logan was worse. I was a coward because instead of talking to either one of you, I let my overthinking get the best of me.”
“What did I do at the club that made you think I didn’t want to be with you anymore?”
“Aw, Feisty. No, it wasn’t like that at all.” August took my hand and rubbed his thumb across mine.
“But I wrecked our scene.”
“No, babygirl. You didn’t. I couldn’t put it into words, believe me, I wanted to, but it was all me. I kept….” He swallowed hard and looked down.
Logan looped his arm around him, pulling him closer. “She needs to hear it. All of it.”
I waited patiently for him to gather the strength or courage or whatever else was preventing August from explaining.
“I kept comparing myself to Logan. All throughout our scene. No matter what I said or did, it seemed like he was the better choice for you. I didn’t trust myself to bring you to where I wanted you to go, and I wound up wrecking the scene. If I had reminded myself that no one does medical play better than me, it would have been just fine. You would have enjoyed it.”
Heat rose to my face as I remembered the way he’d stroked places inside of me no one else ever had. “And you’re so humble about it,” I teased.
“You’re blushing. Tell me you haven’t thought about it since then.”
Fuck. As mad as I’d been since I’d last set eyes on him, August had starred in my fantasies. I never thought I could be into medical play before, but I’d been researching it and reading naughty books that featured it. After each new story, I’d gone to bed playing with myself and thinking of him and the sound of gloves being snapped on.
Logan nudged August with his elbow. “Her ears are getting red. You’re clearly on the right track. And, you’ve apparently been hiding some things, babygirl. We’ll revisit this conversation later.”
“Yes, Sir.” I swept my gaze from Logan to August. “So, I’ve thought about it. But I wasn’t really sure what to expect at the club. Now that I’ve… investigated the topic more, I want to negotiate again.”
“Good to know. To get back to the main issue, I was wrong. I let things go sideways because I couldn’t stop battling Logan. It was my nerves, but I didn’t say that either.”
“You were nervous?” I was surprised by his confession.
“Yeah, babygirl. I wanted you to have an amazing experience. I didn’t want you to overthink and yet I was doing the same damn thing. Will you please forgive me?”
He squeezed my hand, and I returned the gesture of affection. “Yes, I forgive you.”
“Give me another chance. I promise I’ll do my best not to fuck it up.”
“All right.”
“Phew. That was easier than I thought it was going to be.”
“Logan advocated pretty hard for you,” I said sweetly.
August leaned his head on Logan’s shoulder. “Thank you, Sir.”
Logan planted a kiss on the crown of his head. “You’re welcome. Are we all good now? If either of you have anything to get off your chest, this is a good time to do so.”
“I don’t have anything else to say, Sir,” August confirmed.
“I’m not completely okay, but I’d like to move forward, Daddy,” I assured Logan.
“I’m happy you’re on board and that we are all on the same page again.” He patted August’s shoulder, and August slid off the bench to allow Logan the room to get up. Before I could ask him what was on his mind, he reached down and lifted me straight out of the seat and over his shoulder.
“Hey… did you know that the things attached to my legs are made for me to get from place to place?”
Logan responded by cracking his palm against each of my sit-spots. They stung but it wasn’t a punishment or the start of one. No, it was a reminder that Logan had my consent and if he wanted to carry me, he would.
“There once was a mermaid who wanted a pair so badly she sang about them. I have feet, Daddy!”
He flipped me onto my mattress, and I groaned as I landed. Logan rolled me onto my stomach and spanked either side of my ass, hard and fast.
“I’m going to keep you just like this until your sass disappears. How long do you think it will take, August?”
“Probably a while,” August stated matter-of-factly. “If it’s any indication of how off- balance she feels, your hand is going to go numb before her ass will.”
I slapped the mattress. “I’m right here! I can hear you!”
August leaned on the bed and cupped my face. He kissed both of my cheeks and sat next to me. “Am I wrong, babygirl?”
“I plead the fifth.”
Logan stripped me bare as I protested.
“What is the problem?” He growled out the question.
“She hasn’t poked me in a few weeks, Sir,” August said, again, somehow knowing where my head had been at.
“True,” Logan confirmed. “Karsyn has been positively angelic.”
“Maybe she’s trying to get both of us to respond. If I were the betting type, I’d put money on it.” August sounded calm rather than irritated. Though their observations were correct, I didn’t want to cave.
“Is August right, darling? Do you need a red-hot ass before your Daddies fuck you?”
I sat up, looking at Logan, but not responding.
“Hm. Why don’t you take our girl across your knee and see what happens.” Logan worded the statement in a cleverly hidden order. If August had been wanting to seek his approval, then I knew without the additional confirmation that I’d be ass-up for a spanking with or without a verbal reply.
“Let’s see,” August mused.
He pulled me backward until I laid over his muscled thighs. I rubbed them, kneading my fingers into them. Several smacks bounced off each of my butt cheeks in turn. I missed the feeling of his palm caressing my skin. August landed a pattern of strikes until every spot tingled. I arched slightly, loving the way he paused to allow the heat to build. I tried to keep a counter in my head, but it was fruitless. Soon, I was squirming and begging for their cocks.
“Please? Please, fuck me now? I’ll behave,” I cooed.
“How do you want it, babygirl? This is about what you need. Do you want both of us to fuck you at the same time?” August prompted.
“Oh, yes. Will you please, Sir?”
August shifted me off his lap and onto the bed, I watched as he got to his feet. He undressed Logan before pulling his own clothes off bit by bit. I could barely contain my excitement as they crawled onto the bed. I didn’t have a king-size bed, but we would make it work. I grabbed a bottle of lube from my nightstand and handed it to Logan. His hungry gaze flickered from my face downward, all along my body. He wasted no time in lubing himself up before laying on his back.
“Straddle my thighs, facing away from me.” Logan commanded.
I wasn’t entirely sure how I was going to make this position work for us, but I moved myself on top of his body while August held my hands. Logan pressed his thick cock to the tight ring of my ass.
“We’ve played with the plugs, babygirl. You can take me. Now, relax.”
His reminder eased the remaining tension from my body, and I relaxed as he slowly seated himself inside me. Logan took ahold of my hips, moving my body up and down his shaft allowing me to get accustomed to his girth. I clenched at the intrusion but his cock stroked nerves the plug couldn’t reach. The sensation was undeniably one of the best I’d ever experienced. Logan stretched me in a delicious way.
August captured my mouth, tasting me and forcing my focus to him.
I ran my hands up his neck into his tousled blond locks, tugging gently.
“Do you like the way our Daddy’s cock is filling up your back hole?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
August kissed me once more before positioning himself between my legs and Logan’s, allowing him to slide into my pussy. I grunted as the two of them thrust in and out of my most private places. Hitting an intense orgasm, I had little breath left to scream as the pleasure poured over my body. They allowed me a moment before continuing their deliberate movements. Logan kept his strong hold on me. When his fingers dug into my hips, I knew his release was close. He came inside my ass and the sensation brought me even higher. Bliss flowed through me, my thoughts flying while I relished in the glow. August leaned forward, kissing the top of my breasts before returning his attention to my pussy. He reached his peak inside of me, rolling another wave of deep satisfaction through me. I took stock of my body as the two of them withdrew. I felt empty without their combined heat. Logan moved first, tugging me along with him.
“You are so beautiful, Karsyn.”
“I feel beautiful, Daddy.”
August planted a kiss on each of our cheeks as he strode by heading to my bathroom. “I’ll turn on the shower.”
“It likes it when you talk dirty to it, Sir.”
“Very funny, Feisty!”
We werefresh from the shower laying in my bed, talking about nothing and everything, as if the three of us were the only people in the entire world. And at that moment we were. I laid on my back curled between August and Logan where I’d always wanted to be. Both August and I occasionally teased Logan, but he seemed so deliciously satisfied that he didn’t even threaten to spank us. I kissed him deeply, passionately when August joined the kiss. The three of us shared an intimate moment together and the noise faded away.
I couldn’t have anticipated being their girl when I first saw the two of them together. I’d hoped and dreamed it, sure, but I hadn’t thought it could happen. I voiced my fears and concerns to them at different times, and they laid them to rest. “Hey,” I said reluctantly, breaking the kiss.
“I’m not done with you,” Logan growled.
“I’m falling in love with you.”
“As you should be,” August sassed.
“I was… you’re such a brat. I was saying it to both of you. I love you, Sir.”
August tugged me closer. “I love you, Karsyn.”
“You do?”
“Yes, I do.”
“I love you both. I’m so happy that we’re all together again,” Logan said softly.
“Me too, Daddy.”
“Me three, Daddy.” August sighed happily, and took my hand first, and then Logan’s, holding us both.
I was beyond thankful for everything that had happened to me since I’d moved to Falcon Creek. Now I had two partners, two dominant men who cared for me and each other as well. Two Daddies were better than one anyway, and I was the luckiest girl in the world to get to experience all that they had to offer.