“Fuck…” Camden mutters against my thigh. “You don’t even know what you’re doing to me.”
“Then show me,” I whisper, practically vibrating with anticipation.
Logan’s breath is warm against my ear. “Don’t keep her waiting, Cam.”
I should be overwhelmed, torn apart by the storm I’ve found myself in the middle of. Instead, this feels inevitable. Like I was always meant to end up here, trapped between Logan’s steadiness and Camden’s wildfire.
When Camden’s hot breath fans over my clit, I arch into him, desperate to feel his lips on my pussy. When his eyes find mine, he smirks, and before I know it, he’s lapping over my soft spot. He alternates between licking and sucking, driving me higher and higher, and when he drags his teeth over my clit, my vision goes dark. I have to brace myself against Logan to keep from going completely boneless.
“Fuck, Red,” Camden growls, his voice rough. “You taste like you were made to ruin me.”
With a hand in his hair, I tug and twist. He groans and doubles down. I respond with a moan that echoes off the high ceiling, rolling my hips.
It’s fucking heaven. No doubt about it.
Logan kisses my cheek and the corner of my mouth, steadying me. Grounding me. Giving me something to hold on to when my second orgasm of the night slams into me. I shatter from head to toe, trembling uncontrollably in Logan’s arms while Camden continues his assault. It’s like he’s been starving for years and has only now found a way to satisfy his hunger.
When my orgasm ebbs, I sag against Logan’s chest. Breathing heavily, I open my eyes and find Camden’s locked on my face. The devilish smile that plays on his lips makes me dizzy.
The fire is still crackling. The storm still howls against the cabin walls, but none of us speaks.
There’s no going back from what we just did. And yet, none of us stopped it.
“Bozhe,” I mumble, covering my face with one hand. “That was fucking amazing, but…this isn’t fair. Why am I the one getting all the attention?”
Logan snorts, his chest vibrating with laughter.
“You don’t get it, do you?” Camden lets out a sardonic laugh, then shakes his head.
He scoops me into his arms and stands.
Instinctively, I cling to him as he strides down the hallway. “What are you doing?”
“Shut up, Red,” he all but growls.
“Better do as he tells you.” Logan’s mischievous voice signals that he isn’t far behind.
Camden eases me onto the bed and guides me to the middle. Then he stretches out on my left side while Logan lounges on my right.
In a matter of minutes, the three of us are a tangle of limbs and heat. There’s no rush, no roughness. It’s all about slow kisses and lingering touches, the experience soft but no less charged. Logan trails his lips down my jaw; Camden presses his palm to my cheek, kissing me like he doesn’t know whether to hold me close or push me away. I melt into them. With their hands and lips on my skin, with their attention fixed solely on me, I turn into an incoherent mess.
Eventually, exhaustion wins. Our kisses turn lazy, our touches featherlight.
I curl into Logan’s chest, his steady warmth cocooning me as he wraps his arm around my shoulders.
Just as my eyelids grow heavy and sleep threatens to pull me under, the mattress shifts.
Eyes half open, I turn and spy a silhouette hovering beside the bed in the darkness. Camden sits on the edge, his head in his hands, his shoulders tense.
I reach over, but before I can touch him, he stands.
My chest aches, and my throat gets painfully tight.
Without looking at me, without looking at Logan, he silently creeps out of the room and shuts the door behind him.
A sharp pain ripples through my heart. I want to call after him, ask him why he left and beg him to stay. Instead, I force myself to relax against Logan, sinking deeper into the warmth of his body, and let sleep win.
Tomorrow is a new day, and I will talk to him. If Camden thinks I won’t be asking questions, he’s wrong.
