And their wife. It was hard to believe it, but she belonged to them now. She wore their rings and Logan’s collar, and they were tied together in so many ways, he could never be free. And that was just how he liked it.
“You’re a pussy, man,” Logan said, but he was smiling.
Seth kissed her again. He didn’t mind being a pussy for her. And her pussy was totally worth being a pussy over. She was curvy and so feminine in his arms that he felt like he was ten feet tall. He carried her toward Logan just the way they’d planned. While Georgia had planned the wedding, he and Logan had planned the wedding night. For them, it was sacred, even more meaningful than the vows. They had pledged to love her and take care of her, and now they would worship her with their bodies and souls.
“Steady, baby. I’ll help you down. Find your position.” He had to admit, he rather loved watching her in slave position. She held his hand as she dropped to her knees, spreading them wide, displaying herself to her Masters. Her golden hair spilled down her perfectly straight spine and, while her head went submissively down, her blue eyes were sparkling with mischief. Hurricane Georgia was always simmering below the surface, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He wanted a woman who would put him on his ass when he screwed up. He found it incredibly sexy, but he also liked spanking hers.
It was the best of both worlds.
“Perfect, Georgia. You have that down. You know you look for all the world like the sweetest submissive ever.” Logan placed a hand on her head. When he had a hand on Georgia this way, he always looked so peaceful to Seth, as though they were just deeply connected.
And Seth didn’t feel anything but a fierce joy. He had his own connections to Georgia that Logan likely never would understand, but that was okay. Seth was finally understanding that they both had their roles. It was why the relationship worked. Even he and Logan had a relationship slightly apart from Georgia. When she went shopping or to her meetings or out with her friends, he and Logan became teenage boys again, reading comic books and playing video games. He had his best friend and the most beautiful girl in the world.
Lately, he and Logan had been talking to Henry, trying to figure his situation out. The cartel would find him again. It might take them a good long time, but they would find Bliss. Hell, they would find him anywhere he went. There had been long discussions between Henry, Seth, Logan, and Nate. Henry had thought about running. He wanted to protect the town. He’d decided he would wait until Nell was out of danger with the pregnancy, and then he would disappear.
Nate was completely against that plan of action, and so were Seth and Logan. When the time came, they would make a stand. But first, Seth was trying to find Henry’s brothers. Maybe if they stopped blowing up half of South America, the heat would die down a bit.
He had a good read on them, and his new brothers-in-law were the reason why. Chase and Ben would find them. Mark and Drew would bring them back, but only after the next wedding. In three weeks, Wolf Meyer was getting married, and a contingent from Dallas would sweep down on Bliss. And Nell Finn would celebrate the end of her first trimester. Seth just hoped her new brothers-in-law liked tofu.
He was betting they didn’t.
“Are we boring you, Seth?” Logan asked in that deep voice he used in the dungeon. Logan’s eyes narrowed as though he could read his mind. “Henry is going to be okay.”
Georgia reached out a hand, grasping his own. “He’ll be okay. And when the time comes, I’ll be right there with this town because I’m an official member of the club.”
Logan paled and Seth was damn sure he did, too. The “I Shot a Son of a Bitch Club” had welcomed Georgia with a T-shirt and lemon crème cake.
“Let’s talk about that later,” Seth said because he could see Logan was about to do something stupid like interrupt their honeymoon by forbidding something.
Logan met his eyes, and Seth gave him a nod. When the time came, Seth would make sure Georgia was otherwise occupied while Logan stood on the front line. That was his job.
“Baby, I do not remember giving you permission to move. Hands and knees. That’s a count of twenty.” Logan’s palm twitched as though he couldn’t wait to spank that ass.
Georgia smiled Seth’s way as she leaned forward and assumed the position. Seth couldn’t help but groan at the way her ass swayed as she moved. Heart-shaped and round, her ass was as perfect as the rest of her. And it looked so damn good with a flush of pink.
“Count for me, baby,” Seth said. He loved how breathy and sultry her voice became.
A hard smack tore through the quiet of the dungeon followed by a little gulp from Georgia. “One.”
“Seth?” Logan was kneeling beside her, but he gestured Seth down. To share in the punishment, the pleasure, the joy.
Seth dropped to his knees and let his hand find her cheek with a hard little smack. He wasn’t afraid of hurting her anymore. Georgia loved this.
“Two.”
They took turns, each slapping a cheek until both were rosy and pink. Her skin was always silky smooth, but now there was a lovely heat to it, and he’d put that there. And he could smell just how much she loved it.
He was already hard, but his dick stiffened further as he looked at her. She was exquisite, from her golden-blonde hair to those breasts he couldn’t get enough of. He loved her breasts and the way they bounced when she rode him.
“Very good, Georgia.” Logan’s hands ran across her ass before he stood up. “You took that well. Now let’s see if we can move on. Georgia, baby, we need to get you ready for this, but since Seth warmed you up, I think you should return the favor.” Logan grabbed the bottle of lube he’d set out this morning.
And Seth got up and out of his pants faster than a speeding bullet. Yeah, he could use a little warming up. Not really because he was just about as fucking hard as a man could be, but he definitely wanted a little of what Logan had in mind.
When he was naked, he got back to his knees in front of her. She was still in her position, waiting for Logan to start preparing her, but she leaned forward slightly, her tongue swiping across the head of his cock. He loved that. She always acted like she couldn’t get enough of them. It made a man feel like a superhero.
“She likes a cock in her mouth, brother,” Logan said with a smile. “I think we should just accept that our wife is a complete, gorgeous pervert.”
“Only for you two,” she said before pulling his cockhead into that sultry mouth of hers.
“Thank god for that.” Seth was enveloped in heat. It was so fucking good.
Logan smirked a little as he settled behind her, but only after he’d gently pulled her hair to the side. “I know you like a show.”
He did. Now he could fully watch as his dick sank into her mouth. Those gorgeous lips of hers were opening around him. She pulled back and her tongue darted out like little lightning strikes all over his flesh.
And then she groaned around his cock, the vibrations damn near causing him to lose it. He took a deep breath and looked across her body. Logan was busy. “She likes having her ass played with, too, brother. Definitely a sweet little pervert.”
Logan’s face was flushed as his arms moved in a rhythm. “I’ve plugged this gorgeous asshole every day for the last couple of weeks. I’ve moved her from a starter plug all the way up to very near my size, and she still is tight as a goddamn drum. She’s going to kill me.”
She was killing him. She sucked and then dragged her tongue up, finding the spot at the back of his head and giving it a long rub with the flat of her tongue. He had to steel himself. He couldn’t come yet. Not until he was inside her.