“Kiss my balls, too.” He tried to keep his voice at that deep command Logan seemed to find during sex. It must have been part of his training because Seth was a little worried he sounded like a kid whose voice was changing.
Georgia did as he asked, dropping lower to kiss his balls. They tightened at the touch of her lips.
“Lick them, Georgia.” He’d never done this with a lover, never really taken charge because he hadn’t necessarily cared before. He’d pleasured lovers, asking them what they needed and taking his cues from their bodies, but this was different. He was training Georgia on how to please him. Because she was his. She wouldn’t move on to the next lover.
All fucking his.
He put a hand on her wet hair. “Come on, baby. I want you to suck me. Suck the head of my cock, and then I’m going to work my way into your mouth. You can take me. We’ll work at it, but you’ll be able to suck every inch down.”
Georgia sucked his cockhead inside, her tongue whirling around it, tracing the ridges and lines and smoothing over the V on the underside of his cock. He felt a pulse of pre-cum leak from his cockhead, and she just sucked that up, too. She pulled back a little, lapping at his slit as though trying to draw out another bead of salty liquid.
“Fuck, Georgia. How can you say you’re not good at this?”
“Because I never really tried before. I want to be good now. I want to be the best you’ve ever had. I can be a good student, Seth. I just have to care about the subject. I care about Cock Sucking 101.” She wrapped her palm around his cock. “Well, I guess I really care about pleasing my instructor, but it’s all the same. I want to ace this particular exam.”
Oh, she was going to be so damn much fun to play with. Boss and secretary. Teacher and student. If Logan would just play along, they could get a damn fine game of dominant cops and cute robber going. “I think you’re going to be fine, Georgia. Just keep doing what you’re doing. Suck me. Hard. I want to fuck your mouth.”
She leaned forward and started to eat up his cock. He couldn’t help but stare down, watching as his dick disappeared behind those sultry lips. Something eased inside him, and he realized that he’d been worried she wouldn’t want him the way she did Logan. The sparks just flew off those two, but he had a different relationship with her. Not lesser, just different but still important. Logan had claimed that he couldn’t be friends with Georgia, but Seth was. He’d laid all that groundwork, found a happy companionship with her. The fact that she sucked his cock like no one had before was a plus, but not the center of their relationship. He wanted to hold her hand and see the world with her. He wanted to have children with her one day—way in the future. Because he wanted this time with her.
He gripped her hair, pulling her forward. She could handle this. He’d been afraid she would only respond to Logan, but she wanted him, too. She needed him, and he wasn’t going to hold back. He fucked into her mouth in short strokes, her tongue moving along his flesh, getting him harder and harder, pushing him closer to the edge. She fought him, sucking to keep him inside when he would pull out.
He kept control, wanting the moment to last.
But Georgia had something to say about that. She sucked hard, her hands moving to cup the cheeks of his ass. She used the leverage to force him deeper.
He felt the back of her throat, loved the growl reverberating around his dick, and then she swallowed and he was lost. His balls drew up and shot off, cum pouring from him into her. Georgia drank him down, swallowing everything he gave her. He came for long, delicious moments and sighed a little when he finally popped out of her mouth.
Her confidence was back. That was clear in the sexy, satisfied smile on her face. Damn, he might have made a monster.
He reached for her, pulling her up to him, rubbing his chest against hers and kissing her long and slow, tasting himself on those lips.
“Come here and let me take care of you now.” He picked up the shampoo. It was the type she preferred. He’d made sure the agent who stocked the house had bought all of Georgia’s favorite brands. She was his to take care of.
Georgia leaned back, allowing him to wash her, to clean her hair, to be with her.
Everything he wanted was right in his grasp.
Almost. All he needed was his brother.
Chapter Ten
Logan walked back out of the bedroom with a knot in the pit of his stomach. Seth was in the shower with Georgia, and they weren’t just getting clean. They were getting dirty.
He’d stood there with the mug in his hand. It wasn’t like he’d managed to get the coffee thing going. He’d given up and walked across the yard to knock on Nell and Henry’s door and beg them for coffee. He needed to bring something to Georgia, and he’d proven yesterday that he couldn’t handle himself in the kitchen.
He’d walked back in hoping to wake her up with the smell of organic coffee, but he’d heard her laugh and then he’d heard Seth groaning.
They were together without him and that was good. That was how it should be because he was their trainer. He wasn’t a permanent member of the family. He was going to teach Seth how to top Georgia, and then he would likely be invited to their private collaring ceremony or their wedding.
One minute the mug was fulfilling its purpose and the next Logan was covered in coffee and there were ceramic pieces everywhere. Motherfucker. He was hell on glassware in this place.
And he had a bone to pick with Nell. That coffee wasn’t cruelty-free. It was hot as hell.
He jogged into the kitchen and wiped down his forearms. Damn it to hell. He’d wrecked his shirt. He had to change. He was going to be late.
Seth was fucking Georgia, and he couldn’t walk in there and take what he wanted because he was just the fucking trainer. He hadn’t slept next to her because he was just the fucking trainer.
And he’d dreamed about it again. He’d woken up in a cold sweat, his heart slamming in his chest and a strangled scream in his throat. He’d taught himself to not scream, to stay quiet. To keep his fucking mouth shut. Even when the asshole had taken to burning him over and over again. Sometimes he could still feel those burns biting into his flesh. The pain would flare at first and then it would almost go away, but that was just his nerves overloading. They would come back online and he would feel a little circle of pain. And he wouldn’t scream.
But he still woke up every night, no matter how much he talked about it with Leo or how much time he spent working out to completely exhaust himself.
Leo couldn’t do his job properly because you never told him what really got to you. You never told him who the real villain of the piece was.
He ripped open his shirt and was so happy to see the stain was on his tank as well. When he fucked up, it went straight to the bone. He reluctantly tugged it off, too, eager to get the soaked fabric off his skin.
He needed to get that damn mug off the floor and then he needed to hightail it out of here. He couldn’t sit with them and watch Georgia and Seth hold hands and glow at each other.
The doorbell rang. Fuck a duck. They could wait. Hell, whoever it was could just go away. He didn’t need company.
“Son? Logan? Are you in there?”
He seriously considered running, but his momma was too fast. And apparently Seth had given her a key. Momma Marie strode in. She never simply walked. She swaggered like she was the lead in an old-school Western, and there was some truth to that since she was usually packing a handgun somewhere on her body.
“Hey, Momma. How is everything going?” God, he loved that woman, and she still scared the holy pee out of him at times. When she walked in the room, he was twelve years old again and praying his momma didn’t find out all the dumb crap he did.