Stay With Me(24)

“Baby, you have to stop that,” Logan groaned. “Give me a minute or I’m going to come.”

She smiled, confident in her power. She loved that she could drive them both so crazy. They were thick and hard inside her, two powerful men. Sexy and rugged.

To entice him further, she gave another tiny wiggle then clamped down on his c**k as hard as she could.

“Oh hell,” he grunted.

Logan started driving in and out of her. His movements rocked her against Rhys, and she loved the way he cradled her body, absorbed Logan’s power.

She was protected and cherished between them, their hands gentle even when their cocks weren’t. And she loved that too.

Rhys’ hands slipped down to her waist, and his fingers dug into her skin as he too began to thrust into her body. Logan’s hands replaced Rhys’ at her br**sts, and he gently pulled at her ni**les as both men moved against her.

“I want you to come with me,” she gasped.

“Are you close?” Logan growled.

His face was strained, and she knew it wouldn’t be long.

“Yes, oh God, yes.”

“Give me a minute to catch up,” Rhys said as he pushed harder.

Logan halted and leaned over her, panting to catch his breath. He sucked one nipple into his mouth and bit down gently, grazing the tip with his teeth.

Rhys moaned, and his grip tightened at her waist.

“Now,” she whispered to Logan as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

He took off, f**king her, almost brutally. The two cocks stabbed deep, and she started to unravel. Faster and harder, she unwound until she lost all focus. Logan blurred in her vision as lightning seized her, sizzled through her.

She cried out, part in pleasure, part in the unending agony of such unbearable tension. Warm liquid eased their way, and she went slick around them.

Their shouts filled her ears, their come filled her body.

She went completely limp, no longer to maintain any sort of muscle tone. She was theirs to f**k, to hold.

Logan jerked against her, once, twice, held himself tight against her for a long moment before finally easing gently from the tight clasp of her pu**y.

As soon as he was off, Rhys rolled them on their sides, and he too withdrew from her aching body. She lay there, unable to form a coherent thought, too exhausted to move. It was almost too much effort to breathe.

They gently cleaned her, taking care with her tender areas. Then Logan pulled her upward and looped her arms around his neck. She went willingly, a limp rag doll against his chest as he carried her further up the bed to lay her down.

Rhys crawled in behind her and spooned against her back. His hand swept down her side and over her hip even as he murmured sweet words in her ear.

Logan leaned in to kiss her lips. Then he pulled the covers up over them and told her to sleep.

Chapter Twelve

A brisk knock at their door woke Catherine. She stirred and started to climb from between Logan and Rhys when Logan put a hand out to stop her.“You stay here, baby. I’ll see who it is.”

He rose and hurriedly yanked on some clothes before walking to the door. Catherine sat up, and Rhys leaned up beside her as she strained to see who was there.

“My apologies for disturbing you, but I have an urgent message for Logan Wellesley and Rhys Cullen.”

“I’m Logan.”

Catherine saw him reach out, and then he stepped back into the room, closing the door behind him. She studied his face as he opened the piece of folded paper the messenger had delivered.

And then her heart sank when she saw his expression darken.

“What is it?” Rhys demanded.

“Maybe nothing,” Logan muttered. “It’s a message from Kingston. Wants me to call him as soon as possible.”

Rhys frowned. “What the hell could he want?”

“That’s what I need to find out.” He cast an apologetic look at Catherine. “I won’t be long, baby. You and Rhys get dressed and head to the restaurant. I’ll meet you there as soon as I’m done.”

She swallowed and nodded, though she couldn’t get rid of the dread tightening her chest. Whatever it was, she had the feeling it had just ended their vacation.

Logan disappeared out the door, and she sat there for a moment, worry nagging at her. Rhys cupped her shoulder and pressed a kiss to the side of her head.

“Don’t look like that, sweetheart. Whatever it is, Logan will fix it.”

“Yes, he’s good at fixing things,” she said faintly.

She slid out of bed and went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. When she came out, Rhys was sitting on the bed, fully dressed, waiting on her.

“I’ll just be a minute,” she said. “Why don’t you go ahead so we aren’t late for our reservation.”

“You sure?” he asked.

She nodded and smiled. “I’m hungry, and I’ve been looking forward to dinner all day. I’d hate to lose out because we were five minutes late.”

He stood and pulled her into his arms. “Okay, but don’t be long.”

After he left, she selected her clothing and took care with her hair and makeup. Why all of a sudden it was so important for her to look nice, she wasn’t sure, but it made her feel better, more secure. As if painting on a mask made her better prepared to deal with what was to come.