It’s so much more than simple desire. The sensation overtaking me is the need to possess her.
Despite the way my cock thickens, shame washes over me.
What the fuck? What’s wrong with me? I shouldn’t want her. She’s Logan’s. She deserves better than the wreck I am, and my best friend is perfect for her.
I clench my jaw, grinding my molars together, and force myself to look away. If I don’t, I’ll do something reckless, and there will be no coming back from it.
But my chest won’t stop aching. My fingers itch to touch her again. My body craves hers. I can’t stop myself from imagining what it would be like to taste her. Holding my breath, I fight the urge. If I give in, I won’t be soft. I’ll demolish everything around me with a force that will destroy my friendship with Logan, and I can’t let that happen.
Her quiet whimper sends a shiver down my spine. No matter how hard I fight it, my body takes over, and when I turn, time freezes, and a wave of scorching heat washes over me.
Because this time, I’m not the only one watching.
This time, she’s watching me too.
EIGHT
I Want Both of You
YANA
I holdCamden’s gaze as Logan leaves a trail of kisses along my throat and rubs my clit between his fingers. My mind is foggy as overwhelming pleasure builds inside me, but I can’t make myself look away from the dark-haired man sitting no more than four feet away.
And he’s watching me too.
Fire burns hot in my chest, wild and reckless. Before I can think better of it, I lean away from Logan, halting his caress, and slide my hand off the couch. When I catch Camden’s wrist, his skin nearly burns me.
Eyes widening, he examines me.
“Yana…” Logan murmurs in my ear, voice low but steady.
Without letting go of Camden’s wrist, I meet Logan’s gaze. He searches my face, eyes intense. What strikes me is that he doesn’t look angry or even surprised. The corners of his mouth tip up, and his expression turns knowing, understanding, like he’s been waiting for this moment to happen.
“You sure about this?” he asks me. “I know I am, but I want you to be certain too.”
“I’m sure,” I whisper. “I want both of you.”
A beautiful smile curves his lips, and he nods. Then he fixes his focus on Camden. “You heard her. Are you in?”
Camden stares, confusion swimming in his eyes like he doesn’t believe us.
I tug on his hand, shaking him out of his stupor, silently urging him to make a decision. There’s no way I’m the only one who felt like my body was on fire after I bumped into him on my way to the kitchen. His heart was ready to jump out of his chest then, and now his pulse is hammering under my fingers.
Slowly, he sets his bottle on the floor. Then he rises onto his knees in front of me, his expression full of hope and uncertainty. “Are you sure?”
Logan chuckles softly behind me. “Yes, we are.” In one quick movement, he yanks the throw blanket off my lap.
I slide closer to the edge of the couch, my knees on either side of Camden’s hips. Holding his gaze, I lean in. “Stop pretending you don’t want me.”
He clenches his jaw, his eyes burning into mine. “You have no idea what I want.”
A breathy huff leaves me, half desire, half irritation. “Then prove me wrong.”
“Fuck,” he mutters. Sliding his hand around the back of my neck, he pulls me into him and covers my lips with his.
The kiss is rough and desperate. His teeth sink into my bottom lip, making me gasp. Taking advantage of the moment, he slips his tongue into my mouth and curls it around mine. Instantly, the moment is hot and heavy. He’s not holding back.
Logan cups my breast from behind, squeezing it roughly and making my vision blur. The pleasure is almost unbearable.
