He did the same thing with his belt, flicking his wrist so the very triangle tip of the strip of leather landed between her ass cheeks.
“Two Sirs,” Harper said.
His cock stirred at hearing “sirs” from her mouth. Xander must have felt the same because, without a pause, his belt landed, hard.
“Three, Sirs.”
Harper yelped as Logan’s belt snapped across the top of her thighs, her stomach lifting off the bed.
“Harper?” Xander reached over and pushed her down on the bed.
“Four Sirs.” Logan placed his hand on her back, so damn proud of her.
Xander rubbed her ass, bringing his hand to the back of her neck. “Your ass is so rosy.”
Logan snapped his belt, landing on the lower swell of her ass cheeks.
“Five thank you, Sir,” Harper said. Her voice caught on the end.
“And one more for being out of position,” Xander threw his belt across her ass before the words were out of his mouth.
Harper’s shoulders tensed, but she stayed in position.
“Six, thank you, Sir.”
Her body arched off the bed, her hand going to her ass. Xander caught it in his, threading his fingers through hers, tugged her in his lap.
“You will never leave this house without our permission again,” sat down next to them on the bed, tossing the belt on the floor. His palm caressed her cheek. She closed her eyes against his touch.
“You won’t eat, sleep, or breathe without our permission,” Xander said, cradling her.
Logan held her face in his hands, kissing her luscious lips so hard they swelled. He let her go and turned her to Xander, who seized her mouth like a starved man. The sight of their dark hair, the care Xander took with Harper as he kissed her, was damn sexy.
Logan put a hand on the back of her neck as Xander deepened the kiss. Then he turned her to him and, as his lips slanted over hers, he tasted the faint breath of scotch. Harper moaned, the sweet sound flooding through his brain, hardening his cock. Xander ran his hands along her ribcage, over her breasts, kissing her neck.
“Yes, Angel, show us how much you regret not letting us in. Kiss him with all the passion you have.”
And she did. Her tongue searched out his, Logan slung his arm between her and Xander’s chest and it felt so damn right. The three of them here, together.
He brought her forward on Xander’s slap, his hands going to her shirt. Together they pulled it off and slipped her baby blue lacy bra down.
Logan’s hands moved over her smooth back, around her waist, over her hair. She was so good, it made him want to be better. Xander played with her breasts as Logan kissed her lips. It was so damn sexy he couldn’t stand it.
“Do you like having both of us touch you?” Logan asked, breaking the kiss.
He felt Xander stiffen and saw him carefully study Harper’s flushed face. Her eyes met his, then Xander’s.
“Yes.” Harper’s words were breathless. “Please.”
Logan nibbled her ear and pinched her nipple. Xander captured her lips and pinched and squeezed her other nipple. Harper’s breathy squeals urged them on. Their hands roamed over her body. Logan caught her hair in his hand and pulled it.
“Then we are going to ravage you and you’re going to take all we give you, Kitten.” Logan wanted her begging. He wanted to watch Xander’s cool calculated dominance make her beg.
“Yes,” Harper said.
And it was his turn to kiss that mouth, as he tugged her hair. His mouth fell on hers, demanding that she open to him, his tongue swirled with hers, and the taste of her went right to his cock.
Xander’s hands cupped her breasts. “Offer your Dom your sweet nipples, Angel.”
