Page 102 of Wicked Devotion
But with Max and Logan, it’s different. Everything is different with them. So much better, and I’ll happily let them claim my body in every way they want.
I grind over Logan’s lap, now entirely ignoring his order to stay still. Closing my eyes, I get lost in the feeling of his cock inside of me while Max continues to fuck my ass with his finger.
“Hey, eyes on me, sweetheart. Especially if you want me to let you come again.”
“Be nice to the poor girl. She has years of orgasms to catch up on,” Max says behind me, brushing a soft kiss against the nape of my neck.
“Fair point,” Logan tells Max, grabbing my waist so I don’t slip before he moves his hips. “Go on, sweetheart, fuck yourself on my cock.”
With his thumb, he rubs over my clit, and I struggle to keep my eyes open when Max adds a second finger. It stings at first, but soon, it feels concerningly good to be stuffed full.
Logan shifts his hips, hitting a spot inside of me that makes me see stars, and as Max slides the fingers ofhis free hand over my spit-slick lips and into my mouth to suck on, I come with a muffled moan.
This time, it’s not the white-hot pleasure that struck me like lightning and robbed me of my senses for a good while. Instead, it feels like trying to swim through molten honey, dragging my orgasm out longer and longer until I forget how to breathe.
Expecting to get a scolding from Logan for not keeping my eyes on him, all I see are two men with sly grins on their faces. Logan lifts me off of his lap, slipping out of me in the process, and I keep the complaints about the sudden feeling of emptiness to myself.
I know I can’t have one of them inside of me all the time, but my brain and my heart seem to need a physical connection, just like my lungs need air to breathe. A confirmation that this right here is real. That I’m theirs, a promise that they won’t disappear and leave me with nothing but a memory of what could have been.
Max pulls me closer, easing my worries with a soft kiss.
“You’ve been so good for us tonight, baby,” he whispers. “I love you so fucking much. There are no words in any language that could convey just how much I love you, but I’m going to show you. Every single day.”
“I love you, too,” I whisper back, and the water around us ripples as Logan stands up to get out of the jacuzzi.
“Get her in bed,” he tells Max, who tilts his head back to look at him. “Hers, yours, the couch, wherever she wants. I’ll check on her later to bandage the cuts. Underwear is fine, but no pants. Understood?”
I nod weakly, the tiredness hitting me so suddenly that my brain struggles to keep up with my body.
“Is he mad at me?” I ask once Logan is gone, and Max helps me out of the tub.
“No, baby, not at all,” he reassures me, wrapping a fluffytowel around my body before he lifts me up and carries me out of the bathroom.
“Your bed, if it’s okay,” I mumble as we reach the hallway, where the door to my room looks like it leads straight to abandonment hell.
“Of course it’s okay,” he says, kissing the top of my head. “And don’t worry about Logan. He just needs some alone time after fucking. It has absolutely nothing to do with you.”
“Always?” I ask after Max puts me down on his bed, fluffing up a pillow for me.
“Always.”
A hint of hurt flashes over his features, but it’s gone by the time he continues to speak.
“I don’t need alone time, though. Honestly. You’re welcome to cling to me 24/7.” He reaches for one of his shirts, smiling as he pulls it over my head. “That’s why Logan and I are a combo package. He fucks the soul out of you, and I’m here for when it returns to your body. I am also more than capable of fucking you senseless,” he adds, grinning.
“I know,” I say with a sleepy laugh while he lies down next to me and pulls the blanket over us. “But what about you? I mean, before I came along.”
“A before you doesn’t matter, baby,” Max says, putting his arms around me. “Just like there won’t be an after you.”
37
LOGAN
Lily is, to no one’s surprise but hers, done for. I checked on her last night to take care of the cuts and found her in Max’s bed with him wrapped around her like a safety blanket.
It took some effort to push him away before I had a chance to look at her leg, but everything seemed fine. She didn’t even stir in her sleep as I put some antibacterial cream on her thigh and wrapped a light bandage around it. The cuts would heal just fine either way, but I don’t want her to rip them open when she scratches herself because the healing skin itches.
I spend the day fixing stuff around the cabin, ignoring the Max-sounding voice in my head telling me thathaving a talkwould be a good idea.
