Stay With Me(10)

He reached down and brushed gentle fingers across her rib cage, touching her, light and coaxing. It was a strange side to Logan. One she wasn’t used to, and it battered her already ravaged senses.

Her nose drew up and stung, and she blinked furiously, determined not to give in. She’d spent far too long being weak and biddable. It had gained her nothing with her husbands but the idea that she’d take whatever they dished out, however they wanted to serve it up.

Logan leaned down and spread her legs, pulling her to the edge of the bed. Then he leaned over her, pressing his hard, muscled body to her chest.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him even closer, clinging and holding him tight. Emotion left her shaky and feeling needy. But then she needed this more than anything. More than breathing.

He framed her face with his elbows and stared down at her, his dark eyes fierce, smoldering with unsated lust and desire.

“Do you need me, Logan?” she whispered. “Do you need me like I need you? Do you think about me when you’re not with me? When you’re on all those trips, do you miss me?”

“God, baby,” he said with a groan. “I’ve never not needed you, and I’m so goddamn sorry if I ever made you feel like I didn’t.”

“Take me, Logan,” she said. “Like you used to. Don’t treat me differently. I couldn’t bear it. Tonight I want it to be like it’s always been between us, when things were good. It’s been so long since I was between you and Rhy. I want you both so much. I need you both.”

His pupils flared, and for a moment he looked primal, all male, and she shivered as need exploded over her.

Without a word, he stalked toward the bathroom. A few seconds later, he returned, a tube in his hand.

“On your hands and knees,” he said silkily. “I want to watch you suck Rhys’ dick. Then I’m going to ride you hard, baby.”

Rhys was there to help her roll over, and thank goodness, because she’d gone completely weak. Her hands shook as she rose to her knees. She stared at Rhys as he reached down to curl his fingers around his cock.

He stared back at her as be began rolling the length between his fingers, pausing at the head then pinching slightly.

Logan administered a sharp smack to her ass. She smiled. He was getting impatient.

She glanced at him over her shoulder, sending him a sultry stare. Slowly she ran her tongue over her top lip, watching as his jaw tightened in response. Then she turned back to Rhys, arching her ass invitingly in the air.

Rhys guided her down with his free hand, his fingers wrapping in her hair. The tip of his c**k rubbed along her lips before she opened and allowed him to slide in.

“That’s it, baby,” Logan said in a passion-strained voice.

“You feel so good,” Rhys breathed.

She took him all, sliding her lips down his c**k until he came to rest at the back of her throat. She paused and swallowed, and he shuddered beneath her.

“God, I love it when you do that,” Rhys choked out.

Logan reached around to cup her br**sts, rolling the ni**les between his fingers as she sucked up and down Rhys’ erection. He played with the soft mounds for a few moments before moving his hands over her hips and to her ass.

She moaned softly when Logan positioned his c**k at her entrance. She shifted back, trying to sheathe him, but he held her off with one hand.

Slowly, achingly slow, he slipped inside, stretching her, lighting fire to her pu**y.

Rhys gripped her jaw, holding her as he f**ked in and out of her mouth. Logan sank deep, his taut abdomen coming to rest against her ass.

Palms down, Logan ran his hands up her back and into her hair, gathering the strands then cupping the back of her head, pushing her down to meet Rhys’ thrusts.

This…this was coming home. This is where she felt safe. Loved and cherished. Between the men she loved. She needed them. She needed their love. Her need was a jagged, double-edged knife, cutting both ways, deep and unrelenting.

She was only whole when she was with them.

Logan stroked deep, taking her hard. She lost herself in the taste of Rhys and the feel of Logan, of giving herself completely to their care.

Then Logan withdrew, and he eased his hands from her hair. Rhys pulled her away from his c**k then took her arms and hoisted her up his body.

“Ride me, Cat,” he instructed.

Her entire body clenched and tightened as he positioned her over his cock. Logan was still behind her, silent and waiting. She wanted to look but found the anticipation heightened by not knowing just when he’d step in and possess her.

Rhys eased her down, taking care as he came to rest deep inside her.

“Okay?” he asked.

She leaned forward to kiss him, her hair falling over his chest. “More than okay,” she whispered.

Rhys’ hands moved over her back and down to her bu**ocks. He held them in his firm grip as he thrust slowly into her. Then he spread her cheeks, baring her fully to Logan.

Cool liquid spilled over the seam of her ass, and she closed her eyes as Logan slid one finger inside.

Too long. It had been too long since they’d taken her, possessed her together. She missed it, craved it with a need that terrified her.

In and out, Logan carefully worked his finger, stretching her and preparing her.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” he asked.

“Please,” she begged.