“Seth Stark!” She opened her mouth to start a tirade against his now seemingly constant manipulation, but he leaned over and swiped his tongue against her pussy and she lost all coherent thought.
Pure pleasure licked along her flesh.
“Thank god. I’ve been wondering how to shut that mouth of hers forever. Now I know. When I want to shut you up, girl, I’m just going to shove my tongue up your pussy and take your breath away. But since Seth is already taking care of that job, I’ll just have to improvise.” Logan leaned over and sucked her nipple into his mouth.
Heat sparked through her. Heat and pure sensual ecstasy. Between Seth’s tongue sliding through her and the sultry suction of Logan’s mouth, she couldn’t think past the next feeling, the next sensation.
Seth speared her, his tongue foraging high inside while his fingers started to move, parting the folds of her labia and finding the nub of her clit. His thumb ran over it, and a spark flared through her.
“Oh my god.” It felt so good. Past fantastic. Past real. Her whole body was a live wire, threatening to go up and spark in the most remarkable way. Any minute. Any second. One more touch. One more lick. One more suck.
She was on the edge, caught in the most amazing place she’d ever been. She was completely alive. She was in the moment. This was all that mattered. This moment and these men. The past didn’t matter. She couldn’t think about the future. There was only a glorious present where she didn’t have to worry about anything but giving them what they demanded from her.
“Come, Georgia. Let it go. This is what sex is about, baby.” Logan groaned against her skin. “Sex is about your men making sure you scream for them because they can’t think of anything better in life. Give it to us.”
Seth sent his tongue high into her while his thumb pressed down on her clit, and she dropped right over the edge.
Electricity seemed to flow through her body, flaring and sparking, making her yell out and press her pussy against Seth’s mouth. It was deeply unladylike, and she didn’t give a shit. She was flying. She was free in that moment. Her body was light and floating and her blood thrummed happily through her system.
Seth’s head came up, his tongue running along his lips. “God, you taste good. You’re so sweet, Georgia. I could eat you every day.”
She let her head fall back, her body lush and satisfied.
That was why Nat smiled every morning. That was why women giggled and joked about sex. Because sex was a drug and she’d just gotten addicted.
“Don’t you go to sleep, Georgia.” Seth kissed her pussy one last time. “You have men to please.”
She felt herself being picked up again. Such a good life. She didn’t even have to walk.
She cuddled against Logan’s chest and got ready to please her men.
Chapter Nine
Logan couldn’t believe she was in his arms. How fucking long had he waited for her? How many times had he woken up, his cock in hand, because he’d been dreaming about Georgia Dawson? All he’d had for the last six months were cold showers and his goddamn fist, and now she was here, warm and sexy and so damn fuckable.
And she was so much more than he’d thought. When she’d told Seth not to come between them, he’d realized for the first time that she could handle this relationship.
He was the one who couldn’t. And he couldn’t walk away either.
He laid her down on the god-awful, amazing fucking bed Seth had obviously ordered to custom specifications. Logan had always slept with his damn feet hanging off the bed, but this monstrosity had been built for three and long enough to handle him. Bastard. Seth was baiting a trap guaranteed to lure Logan in, but he couldn’t stay caught. He had a life in Dallas.
Didn’t he? His head was reeling, but he didn’t even want to think about those kinds of decisions right now.
He had Georgia and, for the moment, he could keep her. He had weeks with her. Weeks to lose himself in her.
He settled her against the fluffy comforter, her curvy body calling to him. She looked so sweet and soft and cuddly. He couldn’t tell her how much he loved the whole of her, the crazy-ass bitch who yelled at him, the trickster who tossed his phone, the woman who had been friends with an easily misunderstood Kitten, the badass who told Seth to stay out of her relationship with him. She was such a mystery to him, a complete puzzle that he could spend the rest of his life working out.
But he wasn’t going to spend his life working out all the layers and plumbing the depths of Georgia Dawson. He was going to go back to The Club where he would eventually get to the point where he could fuck the subs he trained, and it wouldn’t mean a damn thing.
Great fucking life.
“Logan?” Georgia was looking up at him, her crystal blue eyes narrowed with worry. She started to reach for the covers, to hide all that beauty from him.
“Don’t you dare cover up. I can’t spank you again tonight, but I can tie you up and make you feel the burn. I can keep you on the edge all night.” He turned back to Seth. “Are you ready?”
Seth stood back. Strange how he was actually comfortable with Seth being all skin out, but then he’d had his first sex with Seth on the other side of the woman they’d chosen. He and Seth had torn through Creede and Del Norte that one summer they’d had before Seth had decided to take over the Western world and had forgotten to come home.
God, he had to get over that. He wasn’t twelve and waiting on his best friend, counting down the days until summer.
“Take her.” Seth tossed his body down on the bed and rolled close to Georgia. “You want him, right?”
What? Logan went on full alert. No. He couldn’t take her first. He wouldn’t stay with her. Seth was going to stay with her.
Fucking take her. She’s yours. She was always yours.
He shook his head. “No. She’s your girlfriend.”
“I want to watch you with her. You’ve known her longer. You’ve wanted her forever. Do you know the heat the two of you put off?” Seth wasn’t ignoring Georgia. The whole time he was talking, his hands were on her body. He leaned over and kissed her, his mouth coupling with hers. Logan couldn’t help the way his cock twitched at the site of their tongues tangling. Seth was sharing the taste of that pussy with her. After a long kiss, Seth rolled away, lying on his side and looking up at Logan. “Go on.”
He wasn’t stupid. Logan knew damn well what Seth was doing. He was offering Georgia up like a gorgeous sacrifice. And she was. He thought she was hot in a pair of jeans and a tight shirt. Holy hell. Naked, she was his every wet dream. Big, soft breasts, hips that curved for days, a plump, wet pussy, and all that honey-blonde hair.
She reached up, a siren calling to him. “Logan, please.”
Fuck Seth. Fuck everything. He couldn’t leave her like that. It was wrong, but he couldn’t let her think for a second that he didn’t want her with every cell of his being. She’d been rejected before. That was why she had all that armor around her. He wasn’t going to be one more idiot man who couldn’t appreciate all that she had to offer. If Seth hadn’t been there, he might have had the strength to walk away. But Seth had always been smarter. He would stay and take care of Georgia. He would have a lifetime with her.
Logan only really had the now. He’d learned that over a year ago on Nate’s desk when he’d discovered his real self.
He shoved the memories aside with a vicious will. Georgia was all that mattered in this moment. Getting inside her, feeling her all around him. Seth wanted to give up being the first? Who the hell was he to turn that down?
He nearly tore his shirt trying to get it off. Thank god he had a tank under it or she would have seen the tat and he would have some explaining to do. He didn’t bother with his slacks. He just undid his belt and shoved them down. “Where are the condoms? You have to have condoms.”