Chapter Twenty-Five – Logan #2
Those three words are such small words when taken individually, but when you put them together, you get so much more.
I never understood the true, full weight of their meaning until Wren, until she came into my life and turned everything upside-down and inside-out.
I thought I knew who I was, what kind of person I was, but I was wrong about it all.
“I think I’m—” Wren pauses and swallows hard, then she pushes herself into a sitting position, leaning on the headboard of the bed. Both Reese and I follow her example. Her big, brown eyes flick between us, and she bites her bottom lip as the silence stretches on.
Reese puts a hand on her leg, while I use my non-sticky hand to tuck some of her hair behind an ear. If someone were to walk in and see that, they’d think we do this all the time, that this isn’t our first time being so close together, the three of us.
“You are everything to me,” Reese whispers. “You don’t have to say anything you’re not ready to. I’ll wait forever for you. I love you.” It strikes me then how serious he sounds, and it’s not something I expected.
He’s a fucking weirdo, for fuck’s sake. How can someone who does what he does sound so… lovestruck? Then again, I’m sure some people would say the same about me. How could I, an ex-rockstar who’s only good at fucking things up and making mistakes, have such strong feelings for a girl like Wren?
Well, I can’t let Reese say it all. It might not be a competition where she’s concerned, but I’ll remind her every time I have to that the things I feel for her are real.
I say, “And you wrecked me. You changed me somewhere along the way. I’d be no one without you. I love you more than life itself, Wren. If you needed my heart, I’d rip it out of my chest and give it to you.”
Reese raises his eyebrows at that. Hey, he can be poetic, but I’m the fucking songwriter here.
Wren’s mouth pulls into a gentle smile, and that smile fills me with a happiness I can’t begin to explain.
“I love you,” she whispers after another moment of silence.
“Both of you.” She looks at Reese. “I wouldn’t know where I’d be without you.
” And then she looks at me, holding my stare with urgency.
“Or you. I wrecked you? No, you wrecked me. You wrecked me when I was least expecting it.”
Fuck. Hearing her say it, knowing the blush on her cheeks isn’t from the sex but from the true emotions inside of her… if I wasn’t already lost in her, I would be right then.
She lets out a long, slow breath. “I don’t know what happens now, where we go from here. I don’t know how any of this works, but I can’t wait for whatever the future has in store for us.” Again, she glances at me and Reese.
She’s not the only one who can’t wait. I thought my future was dead and gone when I got kicked out of Black Sacrament.
I literally could not imagine a single future where I ended up happy without the band and the fame and glory that came with it.
But now… now it’s the same, only instead of Black Sacrament carrying my future, it’s Wren.
I love this girl so much, I don’t even care where the hell we wind up. I don’t care where life decides to take us. All I know is, I’ll be fine as long as she’s with me.
Even if Reese is still in the picture.
“Well,” I say with a smirk, “I don’t know about the future, but I can think of a few other things we could get up to tonight. You might not know this, but there are a lot of other positions we can try—you know, since there are three of us.” My gaze shifts away from Wren and lands on Reese.
If we’re really going to make this work, might as well dive in head-first.
He matches my smirk with one of his own. “Sounds to me you have some positions in mind, Logan. Care to share?”
Between us, Wren is a blushing wreck, trying to hide her face in her hands.
I lean closer to her and whisper, “What do you think? You up for it?” As I ask the questions, I can’t help but lick my lower lip in anticipation.
My cock is raring to go, hard as ever, and I don’t need to glance at Reese’s to know his is, too.
Wren doesn’t say a word, but then again, she doesn’t have to.
I lift a hand to her face and draw a finger along her mouth. “So many pretty holes on you,” I murmur. “I can’t help but wonder what you’d look like when they’re full.”
If she wasn’t a blushing mess before, she definitely is one now. A fast way to get her to blush is to whip out some dirty talk. Clearly, it was severely lacking in her old relationship. Doesn’t matter now; she’s with me, and by fuck I’m going to make sure she gets used to it.
And if she never does? Then that’s a bonus for me, because I love the way she blushes, just like I love the way she looks up at me. That look of hers… she doesn’t know it, but that wide-eyed, innocent look could bring any man to his knees.
Still smirking, I tell Wren, “On your hands and knees for us, now.” The way I say it, I leave no room for argument, not like I think I’ll get any. She moves slowly, doing as I instructed, and I tell Reese, “Get behind her. Fill that sweet pussy up. I want this pretty mouth.”
The other man on the bed doesn’t need me to say it twice, nor does he tell me off for ordering him around. He positions himself behind her, draws his hands along her sides and down the smooth plane of her back, until those hands reach her ass.
I know exactly how she looks from behind. Hint: it’s the stuff of dreams. Wren might like to wear baggy clothes, but her bubble butt is spectacular.
I wait until Reese pushes inside her before I get into position in front of her face.
She inhales sharply at the sudden cock inside her, but I don’t give her time to linger on it.
I get her hair out of her face before I weave my fingers through the hair on the back of her head and get her into position.
“Open up for me,” I tell her. “Open up wide.”
Her lips part, and I push my cock past them, filling her mouth just like that. I throw my head back and moan when her tongue drags around the tip of my cock. Reese chooses the pace with which he fucks her from behind, and I match it so as to not overwhelm her completely.
It’s a different type of thing, working in unison with Reese when it comes to the girl between us, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing. For us, for two guys who kind of hated each other not so long ago…
I don’t think either of us thought we’d be here with her, but we are. We’re here, and though none of us can see the future, I think it’s obvious that Wren will lock us together in a way no other girl possibly could.
She’s ours.