Seth was naked. Gorgeously, stunningly naked. And she’d been right. His penis looked more like a club than a pencil. A big, long, thick club that was supposed to go into her apparently really tight vagina.
“What do you think?” Seth put his palm on the marble half wall that separated the sitting area from what looked like the biggest bed ever. It wasn’t any kind of a standard size. It had to have been custom made. Seth was always an optimist.
“Did you actually measure?” Logan had a grin on his face as he moved toward that wide, smooth wall.
“Damn straight. Though you’ve got two inches on me so you might have to lean over. But I promise it’s going to be perfect for me. Up you go, baby.”
Logan placed her right on the smooth marbled top. She squealed a little at the cold, but then it settled against her flesh and took away the sting of the spanking. It was as wide as a bench, and she felt like she was suspended in midair.
“Spread your legs, Georgia. Put your heels right at the edge and bring your pussy towards me,” Seth said.
Logan had moved to the side of the wall that now seemed more like a sex apparatus than an architectural piece. And she could see plainly what they were talking about when they discussed the proper height. She was in exactly the right place for Seth’s mouth.
“Damn. Do you know how long I’ve waited to get my hands on these?” Logan’s breath huffed as he palmed her breasts. Even as high up as she was, he loomed over her, her larger-than-life, Western lawman.
“And I’ve been dying for a taste of you, Georgia. I need you to know I haven’t touched another woman since the day I met you. I had a date that night, and I canceled and told her I couldn’t see her again and I’ve been a very good boy since then. I just want you to know that even though I’ve kept my hands off you, I’ve been yours since that moment.” Seth’s hands pulled at her ankles. “And god, baby, it was worth it. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
He was staring at her pussy, but she wasn’t thinking about anything but the words he’d said. No one. She even remembered the day she’d met him. He’d taken her out to dinner, saying they needed to talk a little more so she could have a handle on the job he wanted her to do. Just before, he’d stepped away and made a phone call. He’d broken it off with his date to be with her, and he hadn’t had a woman since.
“I haven’t slept with anyone either, Seth.” He should know that. Of course, at the time, she couldn’t because her mind had been playing the Logan channel twenty-four seven, but after a few weeks, the only one who could compete was Seth.
A fierce look came over his face. It was the look she associated with him making a very shrewd business deal. “Of course, you didn’t. I made sure of it. I deflected the men who were interested in you and the one who wouldn’t go away, I fired.”
“Seth Stark!” She opened her mouth to start a tirade against his now seemingly constant manipulation, but he leaned over and swiped his tongue against her pussy and she lost all coherent thought.
Pure pleasure licked along her flesh.
“Thank god. I’ve been wondering how to shut that mouth of hers forever. Now I know. When I want to shut you up, girl, I’m just going to shove my tongue up your pussy and take your breath away. But since Seth is already taking care of that job, I’ll just have to improvise.” Logan leaned over and sucked her nipple into his mouth.
Heat sparked through her. Heat and pure sensual ecstasy. Between Seth’s tongue sliding through her and the sultry suction of Logan’s mouth, she couldn’t think past the next feeling, the next sensation.
Seth speared her, his tongue foraging high inside while his fingers started to move, parting the folds of her labia and finding the nub of her clit. His thumb ran over it, and a spark flared through her.
“Oh my god.” It felt so good. Past fantastic. Past real. Her whole body was a live wire, threatening to go up and spark in the most remarkable way. Any minute. Any second. One more touch. One more lick. One more suck.
She was on the edge, caught in the most amazing place she’d ever been. She was completely alive. She was in the moment. This was all that mattered. This moment and these men. The past didn’t matter. She couldn’t think about the future. There was only a glorious present where she didn’t have to worry about anything but giving them what they demanded from her.
“Come, Georgia. Let it go. This is what sex is about, baby.” Logan groaned against her skin. “Sex is about your men making sure you scream for them because they can’t think of anything better in life. Give it to us.”
Seth sent his tongue high into her while his thumb pressed down on her clit, and she dropped right over the edge.
Electricity seemed to flow through her body, flaring and sparking, making her yell out and press her pussy against Seth’s mouth. It was deeply unladylike, and she didn’t give a shit. She was flying. She was free in that moment. Her body was light and floating and her blood thrummed happily through her system.
Seth’s head came up, his tongue running along his lips. “God, you taste good. You’re so sweet, Georgia. I could eat you every day.”
She let her head fall back, her body lush and satisfied.
That was why Nat smiled every morning. That was why women giggled and joked about sex. Because sex was a drug and she’d just gotten addicted.
“Don’t you go to sleep, Georgia.” Seth kissed her pussy one last time. “You have men to please.”
She felt herself being picked up again. Such a good life. She didn’t even have to walk.
She cuddled against Logan’s chest and got ready to please her men.
Chapter Nine
Logan couldn’t believe she was in his arms. How fucking long had he waited for her? How many times had he woken up, his cock in hand, because he’d been dreaming about Georgia Dawson? All he’d had for the last six months were cold showers and his goddamn fist, and now she was here, warm and sexy and so damn fuckable.
And she was so much more than he’d thought. When she’d told Seth not to come between them, he’d realized for the first time that she could handle this relationship.
He was the one who couldn’t. And he couldn’t walk away either.
He laid her down on the god-awful, amazing fucking bed Seth had obviously ordered to custom specifications. Logan had always slept with his damn feet hanging off the bed, but this monstrosity had been built for three and long enough to handle him. Bastard. Seth was baiting a trap guaranteed to lure Logan in, but he couldn’t stay caught. He had a life in Dallas.
Didn’t he? His head was reeling, but he didn’t even want to think about those kinds of decisions right now.
He had Georgia and, for the moment, he could keep her. He had weeks with her. Weeks to lose himself in her.
He settled her against the fluffy comforter, her curvy body calling to him. She looked so sweet and soft and cuddly. He couldn’t tell her how much he loved the whole of her, the crazy-ass bitch who yelled at him, the trickster who tossed his phone, the woman who had been friends with an easily misunderstood Kitten, the badass who told Seth to stay out of her relationship with him. She was such a mystery to him, a complete puzzle that he could spend the rest of his life working out.
But he wasn’t going to spend his life working out all the layers and plumbing the depths of Georgia Dawson. He was going to go back to The Club where he would eventually get to the point where he could fuck the subs he trained, and it wouldn’t mean a damn thing.
Great fucking life.
“Logan?” Georgia was looking up at him, her crystal blue eyes narrowed with worry. She started to reach for the covers, to hide all that beauty from him.
“Don’t you dare cover up. I can’t spank you again tonight, but I can tie you up and make you feel the burn. I can keep you on the edge all night.” He turned back to Seth. “Are you ready?”
Seth stood back. Strange how he was actually comfortable with Seth being all skin out, but then he’d had his first sex with Seth on the other side of the
woman they’d chosen. He and Seth had torn through Creede and Del Norte that one summer they’d had before Seth had decided to take over the Western world and had forgotten to come home.
God, he had to get over that. He wasn’t twelve and waiting on his best friend, counting down the days until summer.
“Take her.” Seth tossed his body down on the bed and rolled close to Georgia. “You want him, right?”
What? Logan went on full alert. No. He couldn’t take her first. He wouldn’t stay with her. Seth was going to stay with her.
Fucking take her. She’s yours. She was always yours.
He shook his head. “No. She’s your girlfriend.”
“I want to watch you with her. You’ve known her longer. You’ve wanted her forever. Do you know the heat the two of you put off?” Seth wasn’t ignoring Georgia. The whole time he was talking, his hands were on her body. He leaned over and kissed her, his mouth coupling with hers. Logan couldn’t help the way his cock twitched at the site of their tongues tangling. Seth was sharing the taste of that pussy with her. After a long kiss, Seth rolled away, lying on his side and looking up at Logan. “Go on.”
He wasn’t stupid. Logan knew damn well what Seth was doing. He was offering Georgia up like a gorgeous sacrifice. And she was. He thought she was hot in a pair of jeans and a tight shirt. Holy hell. Naked, she was his every wet dream. Big, soft breasts, hips that curved for days, a plump, wet pussy, and all that honey-blonde hair.
She reached up, a siren calling to him. “Logan, please.”
Fuck Seth. Fuck everything. He couldn’t leave her like that. It was wrong, but he couldn’t let her think for a second that he didn’t want her with every cell of his being. She’d been rejected before. That was why she had all that armor around her. He wasn’t going to be one more idiot man who couldn’t appreciate all that she had to offer. If Seth hadn’t been there, he might have had the strength to walk away. But Seth had always been smarter. He would stay and take care of Georgia. He would have a lifetime with her.
Logan only really had the now. He’d learned that over a year ago on Nate’s desk when he’d discovered his real self.
He shoved the memories aside with a vicious will. Georgia was all that mattered in this moment. Getting inside her, feeling her all around him. Seth wanted to give up being the first? Who the hell was he to turn that down?
He nearly tore his shirt trying to get it off. Thank god he had a tank under it or she would have seen the tat and he would have some explaining to do. He didn’t bother with his slacks. He just undid his belt and shoved them down. “Where are the condoms? You have to have condoms.”
If Seth didn’t have condoms, Logan’s heart just might explode. He didn’t wait for a response, just pulled at her ankles, dragging her down the bed. Seth had gotten a taste of that pussy. Logan wanted one, too. God, he’d been craving her for months. Her pussy was gorgeous. Perfectly shaved and groomed like the rest of Georgia, but now it was sopping wet from her orgasm. Her first real orgasm.
He touched those plump folds, petting them. “You poor girl. No one’s taken real care of you, have they? I will.”
“Logan, are you talking to me or my girl parts?” Georgia was staring down her body, watching him.
He intended to give her a show. “I’m having a conversation with your pussy, baby. I think I’ll just talk to it from now on. It doesn’t spit bile at me.” He drew his tongue from the entrance to her cunt right to just below her clit. “Seth was right. You taste so good.”
His cock was dying, but he needed to memorize that pussy. He had weeks with her, but he was desperate to know her now, to commit her smell and taste and feel to heart so he could pull the memories out in later years and remember what it felt like to be truly passionate about a woman.
Logan licked and sucked, drawing both sides of her labia into his mouth, giving them equal attention and affection. The flesh was perfectly pink and softer than any silk. And she was so hot and sweet under his tongue. She wriggled a little, but he allowed it. Later, he would tie her down so she couldn’t move an inch, so she was forced to take what he gave her for however long he wanted it to go on. It would be all his way in those moments. She would be his submissive, her goal to obey him so he could give her pleasure like she’d never known.
He sank his tongue deep as his mind was swamped with images of Georgia. In bondage, her nipples in clamps he’d placed there, his collar around her neck. He could dominate her in play, but she needed a top in other parts of her life, too. She needed confidence, and a good top could give that to her. A Dom could teach her to value herself.
Seth. Seth would have to do all those things because Logan wasn’t that kind of Dom. He was the kind of Dom who fucked a sub and sent her on her way. God, he couldn’t help anyone with their problems when he was such a fucking mess himself. He was good for a lay, but nothing more. Not for anyone. But he could try with Georgia.
“You taste better than anything, baby.” He fucked his tongue straight up her cunt, softening the way for his dick. He was so hard, and her little pussy was tight as a damn drum. He took his mouth off her, but allowed his thumb to make long slow circles around her clit, not enough to send her over the edge again, but the perfect pressure to keep her there. “How long, Georgia?”
Her lips were trembling as she looked down at him. Her blonde hair was tousled around her shoulders, the tendrils touching her nipples and making her look so sexy he had to take a breath. “So long.”
That wasn’t an answer. He used his thumb and forefinger to flick at her clit. His cock jumped at the little whine that came out of her. “Try again, Georgia. Be specific.”
Her breath hitched again. “At least a year, year and a half. I kind of gave up on trying. And I didn’t really get asked out all that much. Not by nice guys. And then apparently Seth has been scaring the nice guys off since I got to New York.”
“Damn straight I did.” Seth hopped back on the bed after tossing a string of condoms Logan’s way. His hands were on her breasts in an instant, his mouth lowering down to her nipple. “You don’t need a nice guy, baby. You need a me. And a him.”
God knew he needed her. And eighteen months was way too long for that body to go without being loved and worshipped and adored. He got to his knees, kicking off his pants and ripping open a condom wrapper.
He didn’t want anything between them. He’d never had sex without a condom, but it played through his head that if he just took her, she wouldn’t fight him. She was too far gone. She wasn’t thinking about anything but the next orgasm, the next sweet high he could give her. She would accept his cum into her body, and if nature took its course, then that was the way it went and he wouldn’t be able to leave her. He wouldn’t have to be noble. She would be stuck with him.
And so would that kid, and that was why he rolled the condom over his cock. If he wasn’t good for Georgia, he couldn’t possibly be good for a kid. Knowing what he knew about himself, he couldn’t be someone’s dad. How could he explain to a kid what kind of man his dad was? No. That was for Seth. Seth would be the dad. Seth would be the one to marry her.
But Logan could have her now. Logan could try to make sure that he held some tiny place in her heart, even if he was just a fond memory of pleasure she’d had.
“Are you sure?” He had his cock in his hand, stroking himself as he asked the question.
“Please, Sir.”
He couldn’t resist the “Sir,” but then he would never have been able to resist her. This had been inevitable from the moment he’d stumbled on her last night, maybe from the moment he’d met her. Georgia Dawson was it for him.
Logan moved between her legs, settling himself in, lining his cock up. Later, he wanted to feel her mouth on him, try all sorts of nasty positions, but tonight all that mattered was being inside her.
“Take off your shirt.” Georgia reached for his tank.
This was one of those times when it was good to be the Dom. “I’m in charge, Georgia. And t
here’s no time.”
He pushed in and her eyes widened as she clutched at his biceps. She wasn’t thinking about what was under his shirt anymore.
Seth moved in behind her, her back to his front. It brought Georgia closer, nestling their chests together and Logan realized he wanted to be skin to skin with her, but he wasn’t ready for her to see the tat. He settled for kissing her.
Her lips were so damn soft, like spun sugar, fluffy and sweet on his mouth. She melted underneath him, opening for him and inviting him in. He slid his tongue inside even as he started to ease his cock deeper.
Heat and a thrilling tightness squeezed his dick. She was ridiculously tight. He had to take her inch by inch, gently working his way in. Take an inch, ease back out. Thrust a little harder. All the while, he had to take charge of his brain because he wanted to mindlessly fuck her, to thrust in and not stop until she was coated in his cum, completely branded as his.
But he had to make this good for her. He had to be slow and steady.
“I feel so full.” Georgia’s head rolled against Seth’s chest, but her ankles hooked around Logan’s waist. “More. I want more.”
She surprised him at every turn. “You want more? I got more for you.”
He took another inch with a quick thrust. And then Georgia’s hips shifted and drew him in further, finally taking him to the root. He was surrounded by Georgia’s heat, his skin flashing with fire. She felt so good, so fucking right. He twisted his pelvis against her clit in a long, slow grind. Her chest hitched, her eyes dilating with pleasure. Her nails bit into his flesh, but he liked that bite of pain. He liked the fact that she was leaving a mark on him. He would feel it all day tomorrow and remember how Georgia tightened up when she came all over his cock.
He forced his dick up, trying to find her sweet spot. Over and over, he thrust in and pulled out and ground down. Georgia’s hips moved with his, her body finding a rhythm. He’d expected that sex with Georgia would be a fight, that he would have to force pleasure on her, but again, she threw him for a loop. She worked with him, his name on those luscious lips, her eyes watching him. There was no fight in those baby blues. There was affection and a sweetness that pierced through him. She was his because she gave herself to him, not because he could take her. What Georgia was offering him wasn’t something that could be forced or stolen. It was a gift.