Ty tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Your parents will get over tonight. You'll see. Before you know it, they'll be calling and bugging you again.”
Quinn inhaled deeply through her nose. “I don't think so. I made a scene in front of everyone who matters to them.”
“Parents have a tendency to forgive and forget,” Logan added. He frowned. “I can't believe I just said that. My mother never forgave me—or forgot.” He released a long groan. “Sorry, I didn't mean to make it worse.”
“I feel bad for my father. I know he loves me and only wants the best for me.” She absently stroked her hands slowly up and down along the strong tendons in Ty's arms. A rhythm that soothed her.
“Then he should know that Peter wasn't what, or who, was best for you.”
“But the way I went about making that point clear to him and to my mother was not best for you two.” She tilted her head back, nestling it in the hollow between Ty's muscular pec and his collarbone. It was a perfect fit. She sighed. “I promise, I'll repay you every cent of that money, no matter what I have to do to get it. I know you need it for your business. And if you lose business, I'll go out and drum up some more. I don't want you two suffering for something I did.”
“We did,” Ty corrected her, curling a finger around a tress of her hair.
“What?”
He gave her hair a gentle tug. “Something that we did. We made the decision to go and be there with you. We all made a conscious choice tonight.”
“But I proved tonight that I'm as bad as my mother. I used you to get what I wanted. I'm selfish.”
“Then so are we. We want you. We didn't want to lose you. We want to be there for you, no matter what. Whenever you need us and for whatever reason.”
“But—”
Quinn could feel Ty shaking his head above her; his chin brushed against her hair. “No buts. No regrets. What's done is done.”
Ty picked up the closest champagne flute and took a sip. He handed the glass, which looked overly delicate in his large hands, to Quinn. Instead of taking the glass from him, she wrapped her fingers around his and lifted it to her lips. The bubbly alcohol tickled her nose when she sipped it.
She let Ty put the flute back on the hearth, and she leaned her head back into his chest as his strong arms came around her, making her feel secure. Wanted.
She had removed her heels earlier, but she still wore his tux jacket over her dress. She moved forward just long enough to remove the jacket and toss it on a nearby stuffed chair. She sank back into his arms.
She could stay like this forever.
This made her happy.
Seeing Quinn in her sexy little dress, enveloped in Ty's arms, made Logan catch his breath. He couldn't believe he could feel this way about a woman. Not again. At least not since Ty.
He never would have thought there would be a woman who would fit so nicely into his life. And it wasn't only his life. It was their life. Ty's and his.
He had been thinking about asking her to move in with them ever since she'd kicked them out of her condo. The sense of loss he had felt when he walked out that door that night had made his head spin. It was one of the reasons he decided to risk all by going to the benefit. He needed to show her they loved her. That all three of them were in it together. Or at least, that was what he had hoped.
He had discussed the new living arrangements with Ty, who at first seemed hesitant. But when Ty considered her not being in their lives at all, he'd quickly reconsidered.
Ty just needed some assurance Quinn wouldn't change their—Ty's and his—relationship. Logan couldn't promise that, but he did tell him inviting Quinn into their lives permanently might enhance it.
Now, after all that happened tonight, Quinn needed some assurance. Or even some reassurance.
She had just turned her life upside down and inside out. Logan remembered how that felt. When he came out. When his wife had discovered the truth about Logan's bisexuality.
He knew every day would not be perfect. A relationship was hard—it was real work—just with two people. And with three?
But as long as all three were willing to try…
“It amazes me…” Quinn said, breaking into his thoughts.
Logan rolled up to a sitting position. “What?” He shifted over until he was lounging next to Ty and leaned back against the larger man's powerful arm. Ty lifted his arm, an unspoken invitation for Logan to cuddle closer. Logan did just that.
“How you two can freely say you love each other.”
Feeling content with Ty's arm hugging him, he reached out to brush back a wild lock of Quinn's honey-colored hair. “Why? Why is it amazing?”
“I've never—” Her voice cracked. She looked down into her lap and played with the hem of her dress. “I've never told anyone besides my parents that I loved them.”
“No one? Not even Peter?” Her little confession surprised Logan. From what he understood, Peter and Quinn had been together for quite a while. Years, he thought.
“No. That's what amazes me so much, I guess. That you two can be so open with your feelings. There are no games between you.”
Logan sighed. “A relationship shouldn't be made up of games. It should be made up of trust and honesty.”
Ty brushed his fingers lazily down Logan's bare arm. “And telling someone you love them isn't necessary.”
“But it's nice.”
“Yes. It's nice,” Logan agreed. “However, if you truly love someone, they'll know it with or without the words.”
Ty's deep voice vibrated against Logan's back. “It's the respect you show them, the actions you take. It's all the little things that count more than words.”
“Words are nice. But words can be empty,” Quinn said.
Ty let out a long, low whistle. “Tell me if these words sound empty.” His voice got low and husky. “Lo, I love you.”
Logan turned his head and gave his lover a small smile. “I love you too.”
Quinn protested, “But—”
Logan shushed her, putting a finger up to her lips. He rose to his knees, turning to face Ty. He gripped Ty's jaw and leaned in, his lips meeting the other man's. Ty's mouth parted, giving Logan access to his tongue. He tasted like champagne and the strawberries Quinn had added to their champagne flutes. He tasted wonderful.
Ty sucked Logan's lower lip and nipped gently, causing Logan to harden, his cock brushing against the rough zipper. Since Logan had never bothered to pull on a pair of boxer-briefs when he'd changed out of his monkey suit, his cock peeked from the top of his unfastened jeans. Ty's thumb found him and brushed against his sensitive head, capturing the drop of pearly precum on his finger.
“Ah fuck.” Logan groaned, grinding his mouth harder against Ty's.
Ty wrapped his warm fingers around Logan's neck to keep him there, but Logan pulled away, leaning back to see Quinn's reaction.
As he expected, Quinn's breathing had become quick and shallow; her nipples were hard nubs under the pure white fabric of her dress.
“Undress Ty,” he ordered her.
Quinn didn't hesitate. Like Logan, she rose to her knees and turned to face the darker man, while staying nestled between his thighs. She swept Ty's open dress shirt over his broad shoulders and threw it on top of the discarded tux jacket. She grabbed the bottom of his undershirt with both hands and slowly pulled it upward as if she were unwrapping a gift. Ty's dark skin gleamed over his lean, hard muscles, the black flames of his tattoo hardly visible against his skin tone in the low light.
The backs of Quinn's fingers brushed over Ty's nipples as she lifted the shirt higher. Ty ducked his head as she tugged the tee upward and off him completely. She tossed it onto the growing pile of clothes.
Quinn leaned close and captured one dark nipple into her mouth as she reached for the clasp on his tux pants. She struggled a bit to release the zipper, as Ty's cock was hard and ready, pushing tightly against the fabric. But after a couple of attempts, she had the zipper
down, and Logan could see the impressive bulge in Ty's black boxer-briefs.
Logan would not feel that large cock in him tonight, but he would be taking advantage of Ty's tight hole. He planned on claiming his man tonight. And possibly his woman.
Quinn dipped her hand into his briefs, pushing them down, releasing Ty's cock. Her hand looked tiny in comparison, so pale against Ty's polished ebony shaft. She stroked up and down along his smooth length as she teased his nipple with her lips and tongue.
Logan's balls tightened painfully in the crotch of his jeans. He stood, his eyes never leaving what Quinn was doing to Ty, and he stripped the denim down his legs and over his feet. He tossed the jeans, not caring where they landed, before he dropped back to his knees, clutching the root of his cock tightly. He squeezed himself with the same rhythm as Quinn squeezed Ty. The head of Ty's cock was now shiny and slick with his fluids, something Logan wanted to taste. He imagined Ty's hard, smooth cock in his mouth, and Logan stroked himself faster.
Before he lost it completely, Logan jumped to his feet and said, “I expect you both to be naked when I get back.” And with that, he went to the bedroom to gather condoms and lube. The thought of what the two of them were doing out in the living room without him made him want to rush. He forced himself to take his time, though, even take extra time. The anticipation made him painfully harder.
Logan slowed his breathing as he moved back down the hallway, and when he saw Ty and Quinn, he was pleased. They were just as he had told them to be. They were naked, their skin glowing in the light of the candles. Ty's tight, round ass was in the air, tempting him as Ty knelt between Quinn's legs, his head buried between her thighs.
Logan paused to watch as Quinn's head was thrown back, her eyes closed, her lips parted. Ty had one of her nipples captured between his fingers as he twisted and pulled. Logan couldn't see his other hand; it had disappeared between Quinn's legs and was apparently working its magic, as Quinn was releasing small whimpers and arching her back in unmistakable ecstasy.
Logan palmed Ty's rounded ass cheeks as he moved behind him. Ty never lifted his head from Quinn's pussy but instead lifted his ass higher in a silent invitation. Logan quickly prepped himself, lubing his extremely hard cock, careful not to stroke himself too much, not wanting to lose it before he was deep in Ty's ass.
He positioned himself perfectly. He was lined up just where he needed to be to enter Ty, but still able to watch Ty pleasuring Quinn, to watch Quinn's uninhibited reactions.
With one hand around the base of his cock, he pressed the head against Ty's puckered hole, watching Ty relax his muscles in preparation. Logan pushed against him slowly, until his head just broke past the tight ring of muscle. Logan wanted to plunge deep, ram Ty hard with long strokes, but he held back. He gripped Ty's hips within his fingers and fought to keep control of himself. He closed his eyes from the sight in front of him; he sucked air into his nose and released it out of his mouth, trying to calm his rapid heartbeat, trying to fight the urge to thrust uncontrollably.
He pushed his shaft another inch into Ty, whose canal was like a warm cocoon over his throbbing cock. He took another inch, and then another, until he was seated fully. When Ty clenched his ass muscles, Logan cursed, his concentration almost breaking.
He looked down at Quinn's face, which twisted in pleasure under Ty's ministrations. Small sounds continued to escape her, and she had managed to dislodge Ty's fingers from her nipple; she was now playing with her breasts, her long nails flicking and scraping against the hard tips.
He lost it. Unable to hold back any longer, he surged against Ty's buttocks. He thrust quickly, deeply, and hard, holding Ty's hips in place. Ty cried out against Quinn's pussy, making her cry out in turn. Logan threw his head back and pounded hard. The heat surrounding his cock was scorching, and he wanted to put out the fire with his cum. Every time he fucked Ty, he felt as if he was claiming him all over again as his. Ty was his.
Ty was his.
He gave into the overwhelming desire to possess his lover fully. He pushed deep and made small thrusting movements, grinding his sac into Ty's ass. Logan leaned over and sank his teeth into the other man's smooth back, hard enough to emphasize the pleasure, but not enough to break the skin.
Ty groaned once more against Quinn, his long fingers digging into her thighs, spreading her wider. Quinn's eyes sprang open, and she lifted up, wrapping her hands around Ty's head, holding him tight against her as she cried out, her thighs shaking.
Logan felt the rush of heat from his balls as his orgasm overtook him. His seed spurted violently from him.
Logan wanted to collapse but didn't want to crush Ty. As his spasms faded, he waited a moment before carefully releasing Ty. He grabbed a nearby napkin to clean himself and Ty off.
He tossed the napkin aside and settled against the hearth, his back to the stone, his legs spread. He patted the blanket between his thighs.
“Quinn, c'mere.”
She crawled over to him, and he settled her between his legs, her back against his chest. Ty sat on his haunches, watching them in anticipation, his cock still rock hard. Logan extended a hand to him, and Ty didn't hesitate. He moved closer.
Logan grabbed a condom and ripped open the foil packet.
“T,” was all he had to say. Ty knelt between Logan's and Quinn's legs. Logan reached around Quinn to place the condom over Ty's leaking cock, rolling it down over his length. Logan took his time caressing Ty's shaft, feeling how soft and heavy his dark sac was. Reluctantly he let Ty go. Logan smoothed his palms along Quinn's inner thighs. He lifted her legs up and over his own, spreading her wide.
Ty shifted closer, his long cock bobbing straight out. Just waiting.
Logan ran his fingers along the edge of Quinn's folds, amazed at just how wet, how hot, she felt. He slipped two fingers into her, and she cried out.
“Are you ready?” he murmured against her ear.
“Oh God, yes. I am so ready.”
“You are so wet. Do you want his big cock in you?”
“Yes. Oh yes. I want him to fuck me.” Quinn reached out and splayed her hands on Ty's chest. “I need you to fuck me now, Ty. Now.”
Ty lowered himself over her, over Logan, all his weight on his arms.
“I want you to wait until I tell you,” Logan told him.
“Lo—”
“You will wait until I tell you.”
“I need him now, Logan.”
“You will wait.”
Ty tilted his hips until his cock bumped against Quinn's entrance. Her fingers dug into his chest.
“Wait,” Logan warned.
Ty closed his eyes, and Logan could see the internal struggle on his face. His brain was telling him to obey his lover; his body was saying otherwise.
Logan ran his hands up Quinn's sides, over her breasts, and up her neck. He turned her flushed face and took possession of her mouth. She kissed him back fiercely, biting his lip not so gently, capturing his tongue between her teeth. For a moment, he thought she was so worked up, she would actually bite his tongue off, but she let him go, and he pulled back just enough so their breath still mingled.
“Now.”
Ty shifted as Logan kissed Quinn again. As Ty slid into her, she cried out into Logan's mouth. Quinn was shoved against him with each thrust Ty took. Ty's head hung, and his arms shook as he pumped into her, his buttocks flexing with each deep stroke.
Logan cupped Quinn's breasts, his thumbs circling over her nipples. He buried his face against her neck, his tongue stroking down her skin. He pressed his lips along her collarbone and squeezed the hard peaks of her nipples between his fingers.
“Ty, move up.”
He did, changing the angle of his hips until he looked directly at Logan. Without releasing Quinn's breasts, Logan kissed Ty over her shoulder. Ty slowed his rhythm somewhat, taking longer, deeper strokes. Quinn wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking her ankles behind his broad back.
She pressed her face against th
em, making Logan pull back from the kiss.
“I want to kiss you too.”
Their heads together, Quinn took turns kissing Logan and Ty.
“God, can it get any better than this?” she asked in a low whisper, her forehead pressed against both of them.
“Yes. You could love us,” Logan answered her.
Ty stilled, his breathing ragged, and he waited. He waited for her answer like Logan did.
“I…I am loving you. Right now.”
“No. I meant you could love us.”
“I…I do.”
“Then say it. We want to hear it.”
She wiggled like she wanted to escape, but she was trapped securely between them. Her wiggling made Ty thrust once, twice, before becoming still once more. Still waiting for Quinn's admission.
“All right, damn it. I do. I love you. I love you both.”
It wasn't a tender declaration of love; it was angry. She appeared angry that Logan had made her admit to her feelings.
She was pissed off, and she wanted to come. She bucked furiously against Ty, who could no longer hold back. Logan leaned back, pulling her against his chest, twisting her nipples. She rocked hard against him as Ty pounded into her.
“Fuck me harder,” she taunted him.
“Do you want it hard, baby?” Logan rasped, catching her earlobe between his teeth.
“Yes.”
“Ah fuck, she's so tight,” Ty ground out.
Logan pressed his cheek against hers. “Are you going to come?”
“I don't want this to end.” Her breath caught, and Logan swore he heard her voice quiver, causing his chest to tighten.
There was more meaning to her words than she realized.
Or maybe she meant just what she said.
“It's not going to end. I promise. Let go.”
Quinn slammed her head back into Logan's chest, making him grunt in pain. She dug her nails into his thighs, and her whole body quivered and arched like a bow.
“I'm coming,” she cried out, her breathing harsh and rapid.
“That's it, baby. Feels so good. Doesn't it?”
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