“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 stingwhen 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 scratchingover 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.
Thethoughtof 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 middlefinger 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.
