Stay With Me(21)

Logan smacked her on the behind and waded into the water. She wiggled and squirmed as she tried to extricate herself from his grip. Finally she stopped fighting and started pleading.

“I can’t believe you’d be so mean,” she said in exasperation. “I ran to you for help!”

He allowed her body to slide down his until her lips were in line with his own, but still he held her, her toes just dipping into the surf. He waded deeper as he kissed her.

“Yes, you did, and I helped. Do you see Rhys anywhere?”

“Beast,” she muttered.

He nipped at her bottom lip just before he launched himself forward like a tree toppling in the forest. They landed in the water, his arms curled protectively around her body.

She came up with him, sputtering for air, her frown murderous even as laughter gleamed in her eyes.

“Oh darn, now we both need a shower,” he said innocently.

She wiped her hair from her eyes then laughed. “You are so pathetic.”

“No, I just really, really love what you do to me in the shower.” He nearly groaned when his entire body tightened.

“Well, you’re carrying me back, because I’m not getting all that sand caked on my wet body.”

He reached down and plucked her out of the water. She landed with a thump against his chest, and he grinned down at her. “I think Rhys has a good idea what I’m up to. Seems he’s disappeared. Maybe he’s warming up the shower.”

“And maybe he wants what you’ve been getting,” she said in a teasing voice.

“Oh, there’s no doubt about that, baby. He’d be a damn fool not to.”

Logan picked up his pace, hurrying across the sand and to the pathway leading to the hotel. The little tease had taken to joining him in the shower and giving certain portions of his anatomy very personal attention. It almost made him want to start taking three or four a day for that very reason.

He also made it a point to pay her back in very creative fashion.

A few minutes later, he burst into their suite, and sure enough, the shower was running. Only Rhys, the bastard, was already in it. He started to turn and go into the other bathroom with Catherine, but she grinned and slid out of his arms.

She leaned up on tiptoe to kiss him. “Give me five minutes. Poor Rhys is probably feeling neglected. He’ll be out shortly and then you can come wash me.”

She sashayed toward the shower, her ass swaying, that tiny little string of her thong rubbing erotically between those delectable cheeks.

“Goddamn Rhys,” he groaned as his c**k grew even harder.

Catherine opened the shower door to find Rhys standing under the spray, eyes closed, his hand curled around his engorged cock.

“Expecting me?” she asked huskily.

He opened his eyes and stared at her, lust tightening his features. She stepped forward, leaving the stall open so Logan could see the two of them and anticipate the fact that he was next.

There was a degree of naughtiness in what she planned. The idea of sucking off both men in the shower filled her with evil glee. But more enticing than that was the knowledge of what they’d do to her afterwards.

When Rhys reached to turn off the water, she put a hand on his wrist.

“Leave it,” she murmured.

She stripped off her bikini then shook out her hair before ducking her head under the spray. Knowing that both men were watching her, she ran her hands seductively up her body, over her curves. Her br**sts, taut and aching, felt heavy in her palms.

They tingled as she slowly caressed and teased the ni**les until they puckered and stood painfully erect.

Rhys groaned and curled his hand around his cock, the head dark and swollen above his fist. As he watched her, he stroked until he was hard and straining.

She placed her hands on his chest, loving the feel of all that masculine muscle and hair-roughened skin. Her fingers glided easily over the surface, clinging to all the dips and valleys.

She followed the wet, dark trail of hair down to his navel, lowering herself as she went. When her knees met the bottom of the shower, the tile hard and cool against her skin, she moved his hand from his c**k and replaced it with her own.

Squeezing lightly, she worked her hand up and down the length. She loved the feel of him. Firm. Thick. Delicious.

Rising up, she eased the blunt crown past her lips, pausing to lick a circle around the rim. She explored the difference in textures, from the velvety softness of the foreskin, to the slightly rougher feel of the head.

She licked at the vertical slit, smiling when he flinched and moaned. Finally, she took mercy and swallowed him deep.

His hands flew to her head, holding her as he rocked up on his toes.

She let him take over. Let him f**k her mouth. She loved that about him and Logan both. They were never afraid to take what they wanted.

Her hands fell away as his thrusts became more urgent. She braced herself against his muscled thighs and let fingers wander down his legs then back up again, around to his firm ass that coiled and flexed with each forward motion.

She closed her eyes and tilted her head back to allow him to slide deeper into her throat.

“Oh yeah,” Logan growled from across the bathroom.

She tried to turn her head to see him, knowing he was watching, but Rhys yanked her chin back with his hand.

“Oh no, Cat. Right now you and that pretty mouth are all mine. Logan’s just going to have to wait his turn.”