Page 103 of The All-Inclusive

But my gym isn’t this fancy, and definitely doesn’t have the marshmallow fragrance pucks Logan just tossed in each corner of the shower. The scent billows up with the steam, filling my senses with vanilla and desire. Trent’s hands cup my breasts, gliding down to my belly. Logan drops to his knees and nudges my thighs a bit wider. His hands stroke my skin like he’s mapping the source of my pleasure. Parting my folds with his tongue, he growls.

“Oh, man.” He plunges two fingers inside me and groans. “She’s already so fucking wet.”

“You’re welcome.” Trent gives me a grin that assures me he’s kidding. Just playing around with that competitive thing they both do.

Logan responds by plunging his tongue deep inside me. I let out a moan, clutching the back of his head. Tendrils of fragrant mist unfurl around us, coating my skin with a sheen of marshmallow moisture. I savor the bliss of his mouth between my legs, the spatter of water around me, as Trent glides his hands down my arms, sliding them up so I shiver.

“I need—” I almost can’t get the words out. “Can I rinse off the sand before you make me come?”

Logan chuckles and gets to his feet. “Fine. But only because I don’t want you feeling self-conscious.”

Trent shifts me into the spray, sandwiching my body between theirs. “You’re delicious whether you’re sandy or sweaty or covered in fleas.”

“Ew.” I giggle at the visual, then gasp as the guys start kissing each other. Nowthere’sa sexy visual.

They’re both tanned and rippling with muscle. The hair on their arms sparkles with droplets as Trent cups Logan’s jaw. Logan responds by gripping Trent’s ass, grinding his body against him.

Abandoning my urge to get clean, I reach for their cocks andstart stroking. Both men groan, but they don’t break their kiss. It’s an exhilarating sight.

“I love watching you do that,” I whisper. “The way you kiss each other is so different from how you kiss me.”

Not better or bad, justdifferent. Maybe that’s why I feel no trace of jealousy. It turns me on seeing this whole other side of the two men I love.

When they finally break apart, they stare through the steam into each other’s eyes. “You taste like her,” Trent murmurs, still cupping Logan’s face. “Kiss me again.”

They do, and I slip from their arms, releasing their cocks to twirl through the spray. Steamy air caresses my skin, filling my lungs with marshmallow mist and desire. I’m doing my best to keep my hair dry while still keeping my eyes on the men. It’s my own private shower show and I can’t look away. Oversized hands glide over well-defined muscles, exploring damp flesh.

They’re stroking each other now, their big, greedy hands pumping and squeezing with a force I wouldn’t dare to try on my own. These men know each other in ways I could never fully know them, and it’s thrilling to see how connected they are.

Logan looks over and catches me scrubbing myself with a soft, sudsy loofa. “You think she needs help?” he asks Trent.

Grinning, he lets his gold gaze trail over me. “We should lend her a hand.”

Crowding me back toward the shower wall, their powerful muscles bunch. I feel shaky and slick as my legs start to tremble. If it wasn’t for two naked men holding me upright, I’d probably collapse. Closing my eyes, I give in to the pleasure. Someone’s kissing my neck while the other one laps at my breasts. I’m not even sure who’s where, and that’s the thrill. This mystery tangle of mouths and limbs and fingertips touching and probing.

“God, that feels good.” I open my eyes as somebody slides two fingers inside me and laps at my folds. “Hello again.” It’s Trent,and I smile at how much he seems to love going down on me. “Isn’t that floor hard on your knees?”

“Worth it.” He doesn’t stop swirling his tongue at my center, hooking one of my thighs over his rugged shoulder. Logan supports me from behind as Trent feasts on my folds.

Logan watches with hooded eyes. “I’ll never get tired of seeing him eat that sweet pussy.”

“Guh.” That’s as coherent as I can possibly be right now. It feels so damn good, what Trent’s doing with his tongue. I’m trembling all over and close to exploding.

Kneading my breasts, Logan cradles me against his chest. He’s hard as a rock, but so unbearably soft as he lays a light trail of kisses from my neck to my shoulder. “Mmm, want me to wash your back?”

He doesn’t wait for my answer. Just lathers his hands with marshmallow body wash and starts coasting them over my body. I’m boneless and dizzy with lust as Trent suckles my clit.

“Oh.”Fuck, that feels good.

Still at my back, Logan lets his hands wander. Cupping one globe of my ass in each palm, he eases me open. One soapy digit glides down my tailbone, exploring that sensitive hollow.

“Oh, sweetheart.” He sounds so reverent, like he’s touching the holy grail. “You’re so fucking tight.” Pressing the pad of a finger against me, he teases that snug ring of muscle. He must’ve grabbed lube from somewhere, since everything’s deliciously slippery. “You want us to play with you here, baby?”

I nod since I don’t think I’m capable of forming words. I’m too drunk with bliss, with the mind-blowing pull of Trent’s mouth. I feel like a grenade with the pin yanked out of it, set to go off any second.

“Baby.” Trent teases and probes my pussy with his tongue. “I feel you shaking. Let go, sweetheart.”

Logan’s sudsy fingers circle and swirl at my back door. I loved it before when he licked me there, but nothing ever wentin. Buthis finger slips into me now and I shiver. That’s—wow, um—really nice. Better than nice. It’s fucking fantastic.

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