Chapter 35 Max
MAX
Logan watches while I use Lily to get myself off, palming his hardening cock through his pants. Makes me want to feel him so deep in my throat I can no longer breathe; until the combined taste of him and Lily is all I can remember.
Lily feels ethereal around me. So much better than I imagined in all those nights I’ve dreamed of this , starting from the goddamn moment I first laid eyes on her. And now that she’s finally mine, her wetness dripping down my cock, soaking my pushed-down boxers, it’s like I’ve entered heaven.
I just wish I hadn’t picked her up like this because the position keeps me from letting my hands wander all over her perfect body.
The moment I want to change this, Logan gets this very specific look.
Smiling down at his knife, he cocks his head to the side while I prepare myself for what’s about to come.
“Hold her still for me.”
“Bad idea, Logan,” I mumble, slowing down.
“What do you say, pet?” he asks, pressing his knife against the underside of Lily’s chin until she meets his gaze. “Want to wear my name on your skin? Prove that you belong to me?”
We made it really far, but this right here is going to be the point where Lily says she’s out. At least I can keep the memory of her pussy, something to fantasize about when I’ll have my hand wrapped around my cock.
“Do it,” Lily says, and I choke on my own spit. “Please.”
“Put your feet on my thighs,” I say, shifting my hips. “I really don’t want you to slip.”
Logan grabs her thigh to hold her still, and finally, at least one of my hands is free to touch her.
I turn Lily’s head toward me, claiming her mouth right when Logan gets to work. The moment his knife pierces the skin of her inner thigh, she whimpers against my lips, but not once does she flinch. With every cut, she gets wetter, like the pain is causing her to milk my cock dry.
“Fucking perfect,” Logan mumbles, and when I look down, he’s licking over the cuts. Fresh blood is smeared all over the lower half of his face, pupils so blown his eyes seem pitch black, canines showing in a bloody grin.
There’s no light without darkness, just like there will never be a me without him.
I’ll stay with them forever. And if I have to chain the three of us into a fucking basement, then so be it.
“You like it, sweetheart?” Logan asks Lily, finally managing to drag himself away from her thigh. She looks down, nodding feverishly.
“I’ll mark you up properly soon. Want you and Max to match,” Logan whispers against her skin, kissing his way up her thigh.
It seems to be a bit much for Lily because she tries to close her legs.
Logan is quick to keep her from moving, forcing her legs apart with a grip so tight I know the bruises are going to last for a while.
With his help, it’s so much easier to thrust up into Lily, but apparently, simply holding her isn’t enough for Logan.
He brushes his hand over the mess on Lily’s thigh, smearing her blood over her cheek and her lips before he guides his fingers to her mouth, where her lips instinctively close around the digits.
Smiling proudly, he gives her a soft kiss on her cheek before he leans down.
Logan presses his tongue flat against Lily’s pussy, and she throws her head back against my shoulder as crescent moons form on my forearm from the way her nails dig into my skin when Logan starts sucking on her clit.
I’ve never witnessed Logan giving head. Not me, not anyone else.
So, seeing him down there, focused on making Lily feel good, has my cock throbbing inside of her.
And when his tongue trails down, licking her wetness off of me every time I slide out of her, I need every last bit of self-control not to come right fucking now.
Grabbing her waist, Logan bounces Lily up and down on my cock as I slide my hand down to cover her lower stomach, desperate to feel how deep I’m reaching.
Logan puts his hand on top of mine, but all of a sudden, Lily tries to free herself. Incoherent word fragments leave her mouth, mixed with desperate pleas, and it takes me a moment to decipher what she’s trying to tell us.
“Stop, stop—“
Worried, I slow down.
“I need to pee,” she says, her voice so shaky like she’s close to crying.
“No, you don’t,” I say, keeping my hand right on her stomach.
“Fuck her harder,” Logan demands.
“Fuck, no, Max, please.”
“Just trust me.” I press my lips to her temple, whispering for her to let go while I ram into her relentlessly.
Lily scratches my arm as she comes, but her pussy grabs me so tightly I’m thankful for the grounding pain. Logan curses, moaning against Lily’s skin, and the moment her body goes lax, and I catch a glimpse of Logan’s soaked chin and shirt, I come hard.
I want to put her down so I can stretch out my legs, but Logan has other plans. He gives Lily a few soft pats on her cheek until she’s at least responsive. Getting up, he runs his fingers through my hair.
“Get her on all fours and stay inside,” he orders.
Judging by his tone of voice, there won’t be a discussion about this. As Logan yanks my pants down, my cock twitches in renewed interest and the delicious pain of overstimulation shoots up my spine.
“Spit,” he says, holding his hand out to me. “Or don’t, I’m gonna fuck you either way.”
I gather saliva in my mouth and let it trail down until it forms a small puddle in his palm. Logan doesn’t waste any time to prep me, and the spit was apparently only necessary to slick himself up.
After Logan told me about his plans for tonight earlier today, I decided to prep myself—just in case—but it’s not nearly enough to mask the heady pain of his cock stretching me out.
It’s too much, in the best possible way. Every sensation amplified, so intense I can’t do anything but kneel on the ground, frozen in place.
“Understand now why you need me?” Logan mocks, snapping his hips forward, and when Lily clenches around my cock, it sucks the air out of my lungs. “Can’t even fuck her properly without my help.”
He puts his arm around us, wrapping his hand around Lily’s throat to press the three of us closer together.
“Tongue out, pretty boy.”
I turn back toward him, and a particularly hard thrust makes my mouth drop open in pleasure. Logan spits, and the way he closes my mouth with his free hand feels so goddamn affectionate it makes my head spin.
“Can't believe how fucking perfect you are,” he murmurs against my neck.
Lily squirms in my grip as my fingers find her clit.
She grinds over my hand, and it doesn’t take long until she comes with a strangled moan, coating my hand with more wetness.
Her clenching pussy causes me to fill her up a second time, right as Logan’s hips stutter and his cock twitches inside of me.
Everything is so wet and hot and sticky and so perfect.
“Want both of my pets dripping with cum, all the way home,” Logan whispers, sounding weirdly content.
We all drop down on the grass next to each other, out of breath and barely conscious, in the case of Lily.
“We should get going,” Logan says, pulling my pants back up.
“Give me a minute. Or five,” I groan as my heartbeat refuses to slow down.
I don’t think I ever came this hard in my entire life, but the combined sensations of Lily’s tight heat wrapped around me and Logan’s cock so fucking deep inside of me were a bit too much for my brain to handle.
Taking Logan’s hand in mine, I wish I could stay like this forever, right between the two people who mean the world to me.
“Max, c’mon,” Logan says as my minute is over. “It’s a short walk, I promise.” Groaning, he grabs my wrist and pulls me up.
“What?” I ask, white dots clouding my vision.
“The house is right there. Had her running in circles.”
He’s right, I realize with a snort. I was so focused on the sight of our pretty girl running from us that it’s a wonder I didn’t get lost. As I bow down to pick Lily up, Logan stops me.
“I’ll take her, sunshine. You look like you’re having trouble keeping yourself steady, and I can’t carry both of you.”
He scoops her up in his arms, and with a content sigh, Lily nuzzles against him as we walk back home. Logan didn’t lie because not even ten minutes later, the outline of our cabin comes into view.
Something is different, though. Lights shine on the front porch despite me being sure I didn’t leave them on. Uneasiness spreads in my stomach, and I straighten my clothes before I try to get my hair in a presentable state.
“Go in through the backdoor,” I tell Logan, and he nods.
No matter who’s standing in front of our door, it would be a terrible idea to let them see Logan with blood all over his hands and face, with a barely clothed, barely conscious, and equally bloody girl in his arms.
“Nick?” I ask upon seeing that it’s a police car illuminating the porch, the respective cop leaning against the hood.
“Thank God, Max, I was close to going in,” Nick says, relieved for whatever reason.
“Sorry, we were just chugging some beers out back,” I say, wiping my hands on the sides of my cargos. “What are you doing here at—fuck, what time is it, anyway?”
“2am,” he fills me in with a tired sigh.
“Did someone complain?”
“No, no. Could gutter a screeching pig out here, and no one would complain,” he says, shaking his head. “I’m on patrol. We’ve been having a few issues lately, and when I saw your car sitting in the driveway with no lights on anywhere in the house, I got worried.”
“What kind of issues?” I ask with furrowed brows. Nothing ever happens in this town, apart from when the local troublemaker couple spices up their marital issues with a bit too much booze.
“Can’t talk about it, they’re gonna send us people from way up soon. Whole department’s on edge.”
“Bad time to be chief of police, eh?”
“There’s no good time to have this job,” he answers, running his fingers through his hair.
“Hey, just between us, Nick. Should we be concerned? We’re having someone with us, and we thought about letting her stay at the cabin for a while…”
“I wouldn’t,” he says without a second of consideration.
“Look, you should be good as long as there’s obviously life inside the house.
The problem is the countless vacant cabins.
Some of them were... Let’s just say borrowed.
So far, we haven’t had any incidents involving an occupied cabin, but I could never forgive myself if anything happened to your—girlfriend. ”
The last word sounds a bit like a question, and when a smile flashes over my lips, it’s the first time I’m seeing something other than worry on Nick’s face tonight.
He pats my shoulder, and after we’ve exchanged some more town gossip, Nick’s radio comes to life, and he has to continue his patrol.
I’m not worried about whatever monster is running rampant in these woods. No one from here would dare to enter a house affiliated with Logan, and anyone who isn’t from here would quickly find out why that is the case.
The thought of Lily being in danger is what makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up because until now, I had hoped she could stay here, out of reach for the 203.
Darkness greets me as I enter the cabin, the silence only disturbed by the sound of running water. I head straight to the master bathroom, happy that Logan at least thought of cleaning himself and Lily up before he drops the poor girl in a bed.
Dimmed lights cast a cozy glow over the bathroom, where two pairs of wet footprints lead the way from the shower over to the whirlpool at the far end of the room.
Nestled into the corner, it’s placed perfectly to oversee the lake, but the sight of the lake isn’t what makes me so nervous that I hastily walk through the room.
It’s Lily, snuggled up against Logan in the tub, her hands innocently wandering over his body. While I don’t get why I have to explain his boundaries to her, I still don’t want him to punish her for something she doesn’t even know she’s not allowed to do.
“You okay?” I whisper toward Logan.
Lily nods dreamily as if my question was directed at her, and Logan tilts his head back to look at me. Lily’s hands trail over his chest, up to his neck, over the scars not even I am allowed to ask about.
Softly, I grab her hand, wanting to distract her, but Logan swiftly removes my hand from hers.
“Let her. It’s okay.”
Oh.
“Shower, and then come join us, sunshine.”