Chapter 36 Lily
LILY
Warm water trickles down my body, washing away all the blood, dirt, and cum on my skin while I slowly come back to my senses. My first orgasm already made everything feel kind of dizzy, and the second one knocked me straight off my feet.
I only remember fragments, and strong arms picking me up before I was carried back to the cabin. Convinced that it’s Max spreading suds over my aching body, I blink my eyes open to stare right at a tattooed chest.
“Look who’s back among the living,” Logan says, laughing as he pulls me up from my seated position in the shower.
A croak is all that comes out as I want to speak. Logan forms a cup out of his hands, and the hot water he makes me drink helps against the sore feeling in my throat.
“Where’s Max?”
“Should be here in a few minutes,” Logan murmurs, washing the remaining soap off before he turns off the shower and leads me over to the whirlpool at the back of the huge bathroom.
The hot water feels like a blanket, causing a slight sting when it reaches up to my thigh. With wide eyes, I take a proper look at the markings Logan left on me.
“Could tell you it won’t leave a scar, but I’m a terrible liar. We can put a tattoo over it if you don’t like it,” he adds, lowering himself into the water.
“I like it. Love it,” I reassure him as he puts his hands around my wrists to make me sit down on his lap.
It’s like we’re magnets. But where Logan’s goal had been to push me away in the beginning, he now pulls me deeper with every shared moment.
My hands act on their own as they trail over his chest, over all his scars, evidence of what must have turned him into someone I should be scared of.
Instead, he is alluring in ways beyond my comprehension.
Logan Cabrera is an abyss, one I’d let myself fall into without hesitation.
“You okay?” I didn’t expect to hear Max’s voice, but I still look up at him with a smile on my face.
Judging by his expression, his question wasn’t directed at me, so I continue to slide my hands over Logan’s body, keeping track of every reaction and every held breath, when Max suddenly takes my hand in his.
“Let her,” Logan says, looking into my eyes as he puts my hand back on his neck, where a scar hides behind a snake’s body. “It’s okay. Shower, and then come join us, sunshine.”
By the time Max slips into the whirlpool behind me, Logan is already busy exploring my neck with his tongue.
Goosebumps flash over my skin, a tingling feeling going through my entire body, even more so when Max leans close and starts doing the same as Logan, his arm possessively snaking around my middle.
Beneath the water's surface, Logan’s cock presses against me, but as I move my hand down between our bodies, he stops me.
“Insatiable little thing,” he growls, teeth lightly scratching over the shell of my ear. “You can keep my cock warm, but that’s all you get. And I better not hear any complaints about your sweet cunt aching tomorrow.”
Logan groans when I sink down on his cock, closing his eyes for a moment once he’s fully inside.
“And you,” he turns to look at Max, lips curling up into a grin. “Stopped liking me all of a sudden, or is there another reason you’re so far away?”
“I thought—“ Max mumbles, coming closer.
“Yeah, don’t do that, sunshine.”
With his free hand, Logan pulls Max over to him, and when he swipes his thumb over Max’s parted lips, my resolve to stick to Logan’s order crumbles.
“You’re supposed to sit still,” he scolds, squeezing my thigh with a tsk. “No kisses for you, then,” he says before his lips land on Max’s.
As their tongues languidly glide over each other, I take advantage of their distraction and slide my hand down my body. Logan’s fingers tangle in Max’s hair, their kiss deepening, and the moan that leaves Max when Logan pulls on his hair unfortunately doesn’t drown out the one leaving me.
Logan smiles against Max’s lips, turning his head to the side to whisper in his ear. I wish I could hear them, especially as Max starts sporting the same mischievous grin as Logan.
They let go of each other, and moments later, Max is back behind me, his hand wandering down on my body until he’s grabbing my ass. He moves his hand again, and I freeze.
“What are you doing?” I ask, unsure if I want to hear the answer.
The thought of pushing Max’s hand away is enough for Logan to close his fingers around my wrists, holding me in a secure grip.
Max’s fingers brush over my ass, the pad of his middle finger pressing against my hole, and I mewl in protest, giving Logan a pleading look. It’s met by a dismissive laugh.
“How else are we supposed to share you properly, sweetheart? It’s gonna take a while until your pussy will be able to handle both of us at the same time.”
The thought is enough to make heat build in my stomach, and Logan yanks me toward him until our breaths mingle. Once again, I’m stuck between him and Max, and it feels so damn right it’s not hard to see past the slightly uncomfortable intrusion as Max pushes deeper.
Brady always wanted this. Pressured me into saying yes for months and refused to talk to me for almost a week every time I said no.
But with Max and Logan, it’s different. Everything is different with them. So much better, and I’ll happily let them claim my body in every way they want.
I grind over Logan’s lap, now entirely ignoring his order to stay still. Closing my eyes, I get lost in the feeling of his cock inside of me while Max continues to fuck my ass with his finger.
“Hey, eyes on me, sweetheart. Especially if you want me to let you come again.”
“Be nice to the poor girl. She has years of orgasms to catch up on,” Max says behind me, brushing a soft kiss against the nape of my neck.
“Fair point,” Logan tells Max, grabbing my waist so I don’t slip before he moves his hips. “Go on, sweetheart, fuck yourself on my cock.”
With his thumb, he rubs over my clit, and I struggle to keep my eyes open when Max adds a second finger. It stings at first, but soon, it feels concerningly good to be stuffed full.
Logan shifts his hips, hitting a spot inside of me that makes me see stars, and as Max slides the fingers of his free hand over my spit-slick lips and into my mouth to suck on, I come with a muffled moan.
This time, it’s not the white-hot pleasure that struck me like lightning and robbed me of my senses for a good while. Instead, it feels like trying to swim through molten honey, dragging my orgasm out longer and longer until I forget how to breathe.
Expecting to get a scolding from Logan for not keeping my eyes on him, all I see are two men with sly grins on their faces. Logan lifts me off of his lap, slipping out of me in the process, and I keep the complaints about the sudden feeling of emptiness to myself.
I know I can’t have one of them inside of me all the time, but my brain and my heart seem to need a physical connection, just like my lungs need air to breathe.
A confirmation that this right here is real.
That I’m theirs, a promise that they won’t disappear and leave me with nothing but a memory of what could have been.
Max pulls me closer, easing my worries with a soft kiss.
“You’ve been so good for us tonight, baby,” he whispers. “I love you so fucking much. There are no words in any language that could convey just how much I love you, but I’m going to show you. Every single day.”
“I love you, too,” I whisper back, and the water around us ripples as Logan stands up to get out of the jacuzzi.
“Get her in bed,” he tells Max, who tilts his head back to look at him. “Hers, yours, the couch, wherever she wants. I’ll check on her later to bandage the cuts. Underwear is fine, but no pants. Understood?”
I nod weakly, the tiredness hitting me so suddenly that my brain struggles to keep up with my body.
“Is he mad at me?” I ask once Logan is gone, and Max helps me out of the tub.
“No, baby, not at all,” he reassures me, wrapping a fluffy towel around my body before he lifts me up and carries me out of the bathroom.
“Your bed, if it’s okay,” I mumble as we reach the hallway, where the door to my room looks like it leads straight to abandonment hell.
“Of course it’s okay,” he says, kissing the top of my head. “And don’t worry about Logan. He just needs some alone time after fucking. It has absolutely nothing to do with you.”
“Always?” I ask after Max puts me down on his bed, fluffing up a pillow for me.
“Always.”
A hint of hurt flashes over his features, but it’s gone by the time he continues to speak.
“I don’t need alone time, though. Honestly.
You’re welcome to cling to me 24/7.” He reaches for one of his shirts, smiling as he pulls it over my head.
“That’s why Logan and I are a combo package.
He fucks the soul out of you, and I’m here for when it returns to your body.
I am also more than capable of fucking you senseless,” he adds, grinning.
“I know,” I say with a sleepy laugh while he lies down next to me and pulls the blanket over us. “But what about you? I mean, before I came along.”
“A before you doesn’t matter, baby,” Max says, putting his arms around me. “Just like there won’t be an after you.”