Chapter 68
sixty-eight
After the fight, Rune offers to take Ari to meet Dex and give her a ride back. So we say our goodbyes and head back to the hotel.
Per usual, I’m sandwiched between Brex and Logan.
“If you had any idea what we plan on doing to you, Pretty…” Brex shoves his hand up my dress, jerks my panties to the side and shoves two fingers in my cunt.
More wetness pools between my legs, and I start to pant as he fingers me slowly.
This time, Logan doesn’t say a word. He just keeps one hand on my thigh, swirling the tips of his fingers along the inside, keeping me from pressing my legs together as his other hand tucks into the top of my dress to pinch a nipple.
As soon as we pull up to the hotel, their hands immediately disappear, leaving me feeling empty as we all hurry to clamor out of the limo.
Each of them grabs one of my hands as we walk briskly inside and over to the elevators. Neither of them makes a move, until the elevator doors open and Brex sticks his head out to check the hallway.
Once he nods the coast is clear, Logan throws me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. One arm bracketing my thighs, his free hand slides under my dress to palm my ass, giving it a squeeze as he briskly follows Brex to our hotel room door.
The world spins, hair in my face, dangling toward the plush carpet as I turn my head to take in the familiar luxurious suite from upside down.
The sitting area comes into view with its cream-colored sectional facing a massive flat-screen TV sitting over a fireplace, a dark wood coffee table scattered with rose petals, and a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket.
As Logan strides across the room, I catch glimpses of the bedroom with its king-sized bed dressed in crisp white linen.
Floor-to-ceiling windows showcase the glittering Portland skyline, and the open bathroom door reveals a massive marble tub and walk-in shower, which I know from personal experience is more than big enough for three people.
“Ugh. Put me down, you caveman,” I protest, heart racing with anticipation.
“As you wish, Angel,” Logan rumbles as the sound of a cork popping hits my ears.
Hand still firmly planted on my ass, he swings me upright, setting me on my feet. My heels sink into the plush carpet as I sway in an attempt to regain my balance.
“To a fun-filled weekend, full of debauchery,” Brex smirks, handing me a flute.
Lustful eyes boring into mine, Logan raises his glass.
We all clink glasses, and I take a sip. The bubbles tickle my nose and throat as I swallow, warmth spreading through my body.
“Now.” Draining his glass, Logan sets it down on the coffee table. “I’m running the show tonight.”
Brex moves in, taking his place at my back. He brushes his lips over my shoulder, making me shiver in response. “Hmmm, I’m not sure if she’s quite ready for what we have planned.”
My heart thunders in my ears as his fingers skim up my thighs.
Logan moves in to cup my face. “Sure, she is. We just have to ease her into it, that’s all.”
Then his mouth crashes down, swallowing whatever breath I have left. It’s hungry, tongue tangling with mine, and I melt into him, fingers curling into the collar of his shirt.
Palms warm and calloused, Brex slides his hands over my thighs, bunching the fabric of my dress around my waist. I gasp into Logan’s mouth when his fingers find the edge of my panties, only to tug the lace aside and drag a finger through my slit.
My eyes flutter shut, head falling back against Brex’s shoulder as pleasure ripples through me.
“Fuck, Lo,” he hisses against the shell of my ear. “She’s so drenched for us already, we might not even need lube.”
Logan breaks the kiss, breath coming in ragged pants. His green eyes are dark, almost black with need as he glances over my head at Brex.
“Fuck. I forgot the lube and condoms in the car.”
I blink up at him, lips swollen from his kiss. “Why do we need condoms? We haven’t been using them.”
A sharp nip at the juncture between my neck and shoulder sends a jolt straight to my throbbing core.
“Because it’s safer for taking your ass.
” Brex’s voice drops into that low, filthy rumble that makes another gush of wetness flood between my thighs.
“How do you think I got Logan to give up his seat at the arena?”
So that’s what their whispered argument was all about? Brex was negotiating?
My clit pulses in response as a broken little sound escapes my throat. “Oh.”
Slowly circling his fingers at my entrance, Brex growls, “Go ahead, Lo. I’ll get all her holes nice and ready for us.”
Logan’s intense gaze finds mine. “Fine, but she doesn’t come until we’re both inside her.”
The force of his words cause a whimper to escape my throat.
“Sounds good to me,” Brex purrs as he slowly pushes two fingers inside me.
Shrugging off his tuxedo jacket, Logan tosses it onto the couch. “I’ll be back in ten.”
As soon as the door slams shut, Brex removes his fingers, leaving me empty and wanting more. “Don’t. Move.”
“Brex, wha—”
“Shhh…”
My heart hammers in my chest as he moves to stand before me, bringing his glistening fingers up to my mouth. “Open.”
Obediently, I part my lips, and Brex slides his slick digits between my lips. The taste of my slick arousal floods my tongue, making me moan.
“Make sure you leave some for me,” he says, watching me with a pair of dark, hungry eyes.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he growls.
Withdrawing his fingers from my mouth with a pop, he takes a step back, reaching for the buttons of his shirt as he kicks off his shoes.
“Nervous, Pretty?” he rumbles, tossing his shirt on top of Logan’s jacket.
His voice sounds different. Void of its usual smirk, it’s deep, serious, burrowing under my skin as his white teeth sink into his full bottom lip.
“Why?” I pant. “Should I be?”
My heart slowly capsizes in my chest when his smirk takes on a dangerous edge right before lifts both hands, grabs my dress by the collar and rips it right down the middle.
Head buzzing, my world fuzzes around the edges as my knees wobble, heart thudding an erratic beat in my clit.
Heat pools in my center, back to soaking my almost non-existent pair of blue lace panties.
My lungs stutter when I try taking a breath, but it won’t come.
Not while his sinfully handsome, smirky face is all up in mine.
“How ’bout we give Logan something to cry about when he comes back?” he hums against my neck and my freaking eyes roll back in my head.
Holy hell.
I shrug off what’s left of my dress, letting it fall to the floor.
Manhandling my tit, his finger slides through my folds, slow and deliberate before sinking it inside me, making my back bow, “Fu-uuuck, Brex.”
“Come on, Pretty. Let’s take this over to the couch.”