There wasn't much Jordan could do, pinned to the countertop the way she was, but she did her best.
She pulled with her legs, tightening her muscles, loving the feel of Kir's cock fucking into her as Logan pounded into him from behind.
It was the weirdest, hottest thing she'd ever experienced. Logan's hands were on Kir's hips, fingertips digging in, pulling him back, and pushing him forward as he moved in and out, in and out...
Kir's hands were playing with her breasts, twisting and pulling at her nipples, making them burn with need. Her pussy was clutching at him all on its own now as her arousal hit new heights.
"Stroke yourself, sweetheart. Come on Kir's cock."
She nodded at Logan and leaned back, resting on one elbow. She reached down and began stroking her clit, loving the little gasps and moans Kir and Logan made as they watched her.
Logan's strokes became faster, his thrusts harder. Kir's cock was swelling inside her, his face a study of tormented ecstasy.
His eyes closed on a groan, and opened again, the inhuman whites, grays, and blues covering them completely. A spring storm. I can see the storm in his eyes. He grabbed hold of her hips, pulling her to him as Logan pushed at him from behind.
"Oh, fuck, babe.” Logan groaned and bit down again on Kir's shoulder, his thrusts becoming erratic as he came in his lover's ass.
Kir's inhumanly beautiful eyes glowed as he gasped, “Come for me."
Jordan screamed, her whole body clenching around the cock in her pussy, her toes curling, her hands clenching.
Kir's roar of completion drowned them both out.
They collapsed together on the bed, too spent to do anything other than pant.
"Now do you believe me?"
She looked over Kir's heaving chest at Logan, and frowned. “About what?"
"We love you."
Kir watched with sleepy eyes as the two most stubborn people he knew stared at one another over his body. He put an arm around each of them and cuddled them against him. Neither one fought him.
He smiled, his heart turning over when their hands met on his belly and clasped.
"Yes. I believe you."
He waited, somehow knowing what was going to happen. The smile he felt Jordan hiding against his side might have been a big clue.
" And?” Logan drawled. He felt Logan clutch Jordan's hand a little bit tighter.
"And what?” Jordan's muffled voice was filled with laughter.
"Isn't there something you're supposed to say back?"
She lifted her head from his side with a weary sigh Kir didn't believe for a minute. “Isn't that the woman's line?"
Logan growled.
Kir sighed and looked at Logan. “I love you.” Then he looked at Jordan. “And I love you .” He smiled sweetly at Jordan. “See how easy that was?"
"You know, if I wasn't half-dead from exhaustion, I'd act all coy and ask you guys to prove it again.”
Her head settled on his shoulder and she yawned. “Haven't even had my caffeine yet, damn it.” Kir felt her grip Logan's hand back. “Makin’ me say I love you's before I've had my coffee. Pains in my ass."
Kir couldn't keep the grin off his face as he felt Logan collapse next to him in relief. “No, that would be pain in my ass.” He leered down at her smugly. “He'll be a pain in your ass tonight."
He started laughing when her jaw dropped open, her gaze surreptitiously checking out Logan's flaccid cock. He was still laughing when the two of them got up and headed into the kitchen for Jordan's all-important coffee, shaking their heads at him and grinning like children.
Jordan stared out the window at Rittenhouse Square, her jaw hanging open. “Kir?"
Logan shook his head, smiling. Apparently, they'd made Kir very, very happy, and Rittenhouse Square was now blooming with the results.
Kir was looking down at the Square with a smile. “Huh. Pretty."
Logan snorted.
Jordan rolled her eyes and turned away from the window. “Any news on Grimm?"
Logan stared down at her. “No. Why?"
"Because I'm going to go insane if I don't get out of this condo."
Logan leered at her. “We have ways to keep you busy.” He waggled his eyebrows.
"There are only so many times a day you can have sex."
"Sure. One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, four o'clock..."
He grinned when she glared at him.
The strains of Enya's “Boadicea” drifted from the den. Kir went to the den and came back with Logan's cell phone. He handed the Bluetooth to Logan, who put it in his ear.
Jordan's eyebrows rose when she heard Logan's ringtone. “What is that?"
"Give me that.” Logan answered his phone, blushing. He glared at Kir, daring him to say anything, promising retribution if he did. I have got to change my ringtone.
Kir whispered in her ear, “It's Enya."
Jordan choked. “Enya?"
Logan, smiling tightly, answered the phone. “Yo, Logan here.” He stomped into the den, trying his hardest to ignore Jordan's muffled laughter.
He sat at the desk and booted the computer. He wanted to see how well the YouTube video's spell was working, and the best way to do that was to check it out online.
"It's Travis. I've got Morgan and Magnus almost detoxed. How's Jordan?"
Ours, finally. “Feeling much better."
"That's good."
Logan rolled his eyes and opened the YouTube link.
"By the way, does Jordan know she's married?"
Logan froze. How in the hell ... ?
Travis chuckled. “Guess not. Give the bride a kiss for me, will ya?"
"When hell freezes over.” All of Jordan's present and future kisses were reserved for him and Kir.
Travis laughed. “Take care, okay? Talk to you later."
"Bye.” He hung up and clicked on the YouTube video, watching closely to make sure that the spell was
still in place, grumbling about nosy detectives.
"Hey, Logan. You want some?” Jordan held up the coffee pot and shook it.
"No thanks. I gotta run. Be back in a bit.” He walked out the front door, not even looking at her.
"Huh."
"What?"
Jordan turned to Kir, putting the coffee pot back down on its burner. “Logan just left."
Kir blinked slowly. “Left?"
The disbelief in his voice worried her. “Just walked out the door."
Kir tensed. “Did he kiss you good-bye?"
"No.” Jordan shook her head, worried about Kir. His pupils were white.
"What room did he come out of?"
She pointed to the den, following behind as Kir rushed into the room.
"Damn. Shit. Grimm has him."
"What?"
"Look. Thanks to Logan, you should be able to see it."
He was grabbing his car keys off the hook while she glanced at the screen. Sure enough, something glowed on the edges of her vision, something blue-white and very cold. “What the hell is that?"
He grabbed her arm and dragged her to the door, not giving her a chance to see what it was. “A spell."
"What?"
"A spell! Look, Logan was probably checking to make sure the spell on the video hadn't been tampered with. He would have left himself open. If Rina cast the spell, Logan would be vulnerable to it."
"Rina? Who's Rina?"
He dragged her to the stairs and opened the door. “Val's mom, and Grimm's mistress."
"Mistress?” Jordan pictured her wrinkled old grandfather getting it on with another wrinkled, gray-haired lady. “Ew."
He was dragging her down the steps as fast as she could go. “Don't think of it as grandpa lovin', because Grimm doesn't really look like you think he looks. Remember, he's a shapeshifter."
"Right. Oh! You mean he's hot under the wrinkles?” She thought about that as they took another corner