Chapter 52
fifty-two
“I made dessert…”
Brex and Logan exchange a look before locking their heated gazes back onto me.
“Actually, Pretty. Logan and I were thinkin’ we’d have you for dessert.”
My entire body goes hot, clit pulsing like someone’s flipped a switch between my thighs.
Brex’s eyes drop to my mouth, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip. “But I gotta be honest about something before we get started.”
Logan’s jaw flexes, but he stays quiet, waiting, green eyes sharp and alert.
“Logan’s already been inside you.” Brex’s voice lowers into something raw. He leans back against the couch, spreading an arm along the top of the cushions behind me and leans in. “Multiple times.”
I bite the inside of my cheek, heat flooding my face.
“Meanwhile.” His gaze flicks between me and Logan, brown eyes darkening to almost black. “My dick has only had the pleasure of being inside your mouth. And while I thoroughly enjoyed every second of that, I think it’s my turn to be somewhere a little warmer. A little tighter.”
The air in the room instantly thickens.
Nostrils flaring, Logan studies Brex for a beat as something dark and possessive shifts in his expression.
“Fine,” he murmurs.
My breath catches.
Logan’s gaze slides over to me. “Actually, I was kind of in the mood to watch.”
Holy. Shit.
Brex’s grin spreads slow and wicked across his face. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Logan stands, fluid and predatory. He closes the distance between us in two long strides, extending his hand. “Come here, Angel.”
Hand trembling with excitement, I place it in his. His fingers, warm and calloused, close around mine as he pulls me to my feet. My legs barely manage to hold me upright as he tugs me toward the hallway.
“Logan?”
He doesn’t answer me or look back, just keeps walking, his grip firm in mine. “Brex, give us a minute.”
I look over my shoulder to see Brex push off the couch and stretch with a satisfied grin. “Actually, I need to grab something from the truck.”
Logan pauses. “What’re you up to?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Brex winks, walking backward toward the front door. “Two minutes. Don’t start without me.”
The door clicks shut behind him, and then it’s just me and Logan.
No sooner have we crossed the threshold to my bedroom than Logan turns, prowling me until my back hits the wall.
Bracing one forearm above my head, caging me in, heat radiates off his skin like a brand.
Sliding his other hand up under the hem of my sweater, his palm skates over my ribs.
The rough pad of his thumb brushes the underside of my breast, and my nipples harden instantly, straining against the thin fabric of my bralette.
“You’re shaking,” he murmurs against my temple, his voice a low, dark rumble that vibrates through my chest.
“I’ve never…”
His mouth curves against my skin. “Never what, Angel?”
“Never had a threesome,” I gasp, words stuttering from my lips when he gently squeezes my breast, and I arch into his touch, a broken sound escaping my throat.
“Oh, fu—”
His mouth crashes down on mine.
Hungry and possessive, he bites my lower lip, tugging it between his teeth before soothing the sting with a slow swirl of his tongue. My fingers curl into the front of his shirt, bunching the fabric as I pull him closer.
His hand kneads my breast, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and I whimper into his mouth as he spins me away from the wall and over to the bed.
When he finally breaks away, the dark look he gives me makes my pussy pulse, right before said pulsing is interrupted by the soft click of the bedroom door.
I don’t need to turn around to know who it is.
Glancing up, I see Logan’s eyes harden as he glances behind me and gives a subtle jerk of his chin.
The warm scent of cinnamon surrounds me as Brex molds his chest against my back, just as Logan drags his fingers down my cheek. “You sure about this, Angel?”
My heart ratchets up a zillion notches, catching my answer in my throat as I nod.
Moving my hair away from my neck, Brex’s breath warms the side of my throat before he kisses me there and says, “Best answer him, Pretty.” A quick nip at the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder is followed by, “I don’t want to have to punish you so soon.
I was kinda hoping we’d work our way up to that. ”
Without taking his eyes off me, Logan huffs, “Let’s not scare her away before we even get started, Brex.”
“Please. I’m not scared of a little punishment,” I snark.
Logan’s nostrils flare and another nip at my shoulder from Brex borders on pain, making me gasp before he gives it a soothing swipe of his tongue. His chuckle is low and devastatingly sexy as he tucks his fingers just under the hem of my sweater, swirling them over my skin. “You say that now.”
Brex’s fingers curl, pulling it up and over my head. Cool air kisses my heated skin, raising goosebumps across my stomach and arms. My bralette is a thin scrap of black lace that does absolutely nothing to hide the fact that my nipples are hard enough to cut glass.
Dropping his gaze, something feral flashes in Logan’s eyes before he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my leggings. He drags them down slowly, inch by agonizing inch, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs as he goes, leaving me in nothing but my lace panties.
I’ve never felt more exposed. But I’ve also never been more turned on in my entire life.
Keeping his attention locked on the damp spot between my thighs, Logan bites his lower lip and drops to his knees. Curling his fingers into the hem of my panties, he slides them down and off before tossing them over his shoulder without a second glance. “Before I step aside, I want a taste.”
Oh, fuck.
“Sure, Lo.” Brex kisses the side of my neck. One hand gripping my hip, he splays the other across my stomach, and with a firm nudge, kicks my legs apart. “Have at it.”
Logan’s gaze darkens. Completely focused on my pussy, he uses his thumbs to spread me open. Then, in one long, slow, devastating stroke, he drags his tongue through my folds from my entrance to my clit.
“Oh, God.” The words, raw and broken, tear from my throat, my head falling back against Brex’s shoulder.
Logan slowly and deliberately circles my clit with the flat of his tongue before sealing his lips over it and sucking. Hard.
Instantly, my knees buckle. Brex tightens one arm around my waist, pressing me against his chest. Holding me upright as if I weigh nothing, he cups my breast over my bralette, thumb brushing over my nipple through the thin lace.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs in my ear. Voice rough with arousal, I can feel his cock pressing against my lower back.
My inner walls start to clench and shudder. I can feel my climax building, climbing higher and higher with every swirl of Logan’s tongue.
Logan groans, the vibration sending shockwaves rippling through my core. He pulls back to look up at me, eyes bright with lust right before he shoves two thick fingers inside my cunt.
Eyes rolling back in my head, I detonate with a garbled scream.