“Oh, baby. I…I’ll take care of you.” While he was with her, he would make sure she wanted for nothing. And when he was gone, he would watch over her from afar.
“I’ll take care of you, too.” She wrapped her arms around him, but moved her face up to look at Seth. “And you, Seth. I can take care of you.”
Seth pressed his lips to hers. “You take such good care of me, baby. Now take care of our girl, Logan.”
In other words, move it along, man. He wanted his turn. Logan couldn’t help but smile because it was dirty anywhere but here. Sharing a girl with his friend like she was a toy was nasty, except when they cared so damn much for her that they were willing to work for her pleasure, her happiness. He could be a part of that for now.
She was ready. Her pussy was still tight but welcoming now. He had to fight his way in, and he groaned at the way she tried to keep him, but she wasn’t feeling any pain. It was evident in the way she shoved her hips up and rolled them, keeping in time to his slow grind.
Over and over he fucked up inside, pressing down and pulling out and making them both insane. He loved how hard she clenched around him, her pussy, her legs, her nails. He forced his dick up, fucking as high as he could into that hot, amazing cunt. His spine was tingling, orgasm on the edge of his consciousness, and then Georgia’s pussy clamped down, nearly strangling his dick. Her pussy muscles milked him. She screamed out his name as she went over the edge, dragging him off that cliff with her.
His body stiffened, cum bubbling up from his balls, and he looked down at her, his eyes helplessly watching her as he came. Her face was so soft, so happy. He’d given her that peace, that joy, and it informed his own. He spurted his semen into the condom, but his brain was envisioning something different. He was pouring all that life into her, his hopes and their future spilling into her womb.
He let his body go, falling across hers, her breasts a perfect pillow. Her arms wrapped around him, no hesitation there. She just wrapped herself around him and pressed her lips to his cheek. So sweet. So goddamn innocent. He’d just had her, and all he could think about was how innocent she was. How she needed a man to protect her, even from herself. His every dominant instinct was engaged with this one woman. She made him want to be a better man, to be more than he was without her.
Logan laid his head on her breast, reveling in the way she smoothed back his hair and held him close.
“That was beautiful.” Seth kissed her temple. “How do you feel, baby?”
“Utterly content.” Georgia had one hand on Logan and one on Seth.
Just for a minute, Logan let go of everything and let himself be in the moment. He settled down on Georgia’s breast and rested, peace flowing over him.
Everything was perfect. If only he could just stay here, in this one moment, his world would be perfect, too.
Seth rolled over and ran a hand over Georgia’s waist, hauling her back against him. Early morning light was streaming in through the roman shades he’d had installed in this room. It was enough to illuminate how freaking gorgeous his woman was.
And to remind him that they were alone in the huge bed he’d had built for three.
Georgia stirred beside him, her backside coming into hard contact with his cock. Damn. How many times would he have to take her before he could be calm? The night before had been utter perfection. Even watching Logan take Georgia had stirred something deep inside him, and it had nothing to do with jealousy. He’d loved watching them together. He’d practically come just watching how deeply connected they were. He wanted that. He wanted to be the third piece to that that trio, and it was all in his reach. All he had to do was take care of his Georgia and convince Logan that he wasn’t as fucked up as he obviously was. He could do it. He could be very persuasive.
Georgia yawned and her backside wiggled against his cock. Fuck. His dick twitched and grew to obnoxious lengths. Even after taking her last night, he needed her. After Logan had pulled his vanishing act—the motherfucking coward—Seth had made love to Georgia, wiping away her tears and making her forget that his best friend was an idiot.
“Good morning.” He kissed her cheek, running his hand down her arm and threading their fingers together.
She rubbed back against him. “Good morning.”
His cock jumped at the husky sound of her voice. He pulled her close, bringing his cheek up to meet hers. “How are you feeling this morning, gorgeous girl?”
He was feeling spectacular. He’d gotten inside his Georgia last night. He’d fallen asleep with her all happy and satisfied with her head on his chest.
“I’m good.”
Yeah. He didn’t believe that. There was a little hitch to her voice that made him hesitate. “Georgia?”
“Do you think Logan’s okay?”
There it was. Fuck Logan. How could he have made love to her the way he had and still walked out on them? He’d watched Seth make love to her and then awkwardly said good night, explaining that before they did anything else, he would need a contract. A fucking contract. Like they were a business deal.
Seth took business seriously, but this was so much more. This was their life, the one they could share if Logan would just let them. If Logan would just let them in. “He’s fine, baby. He’s just taking that Dom thing very seriously. He wanted us to have some alone time.”
Logan had gotten up after the initial sex and made sandwiches. They had needed their strength. Seth had followed and tried to ask him about the new scars on his arms. There were white scars on his wrists and forearms that had obviously been there long enough for Georgia to have seen them before. She hadn’t reacted at all, not to the scars on his wrists or the nasty circles on his biceps. Cigarette burns. He recognized them. His mother used to put out her cigarettes on the furniture when she got drunk enough. But she’d never treated Seth like her ashtray, and someone obviously had with Logan. He’d tried to ask Logan about the scars, but Logan had completely shut down. He’d brushed off the questions and walked back into the bedroom, leaving Seth to finish the sandwiches. When he’d walked back in, Logan had been all over Georgia, fucking her like a man on a singular mission.
What had he been thinking? Georgia had to be sore as hell. Logan needed to take the Dom thing seriously. If Seth knew one thing, it was that Georgia needed someone to take care of her. He kissed her cheek. “I’m going to go start the shower for you. Nice and hot and then I’ll see if I can’t figure out the coffeemaker. Do you want to go into town for breakfast?”
“Sure.” She smiled up at him, but there was a little sadness there.
And all he could do about it was coddle and love her because he couldn’t promise that Logan would come around. He had to admit that Logan might not be easy to win over. Seth kissed her again and rolled out of bed, making his way to the bathroom.
The bathroom was a marble monstrosity. The builders had done an amazing job. Why had he allowed this whole place to be built without ever coming down here and checking it out himself? Why had he let Henry make all the connections? Until he’d come here with Georgia, he’d only seen the place in pictures and the artist’s rendition. He’d stayed away because he’d wanted to come back to town as the conquering hero, but Logan had needed him.
How the hell did he figure this out? It wasn’t something he could write a check for. Logan’s problems wouldn’t go away because he’d bought a bed that would fit him or because he’d built a house for them. He wasn’t even sure Georgia could solve Logan’s problems. He only had a few weeks before Logan would have to decide whether to go back to Dallas or stay in Bliss, and suddenly Seth wasn’t sure at all that a couple of weeks would convince him.