by A'zayler
“You don’t mind if I watch?” The curiosity was there. Killian had heard it, and so had East.
With his dick still balls deep inside of East, Killian pulled away some so that he was standing. Her juicy creams covering every inch of his stick and a couple of his abs.
“Fuck it up, East,” Killian grunted as he watched the cream coating him getting thicker. “Gotdamn, this shit is crazy,” he mumbled, too enthralled with the way she was juicing for him.
East said nothing, only moaned. She did, however, look over at Logan who had come in the door and was standing with her back pressed into it… watching. East was flustered, but she smiled. Logan looked so sweet and innocent as she watched them have sex.
“Look at me,” Killian scolded. “The fuck you looking at Logan for?”
East could watch Logan some other time. Right then, he needed to have her eyes on him. That was the only way he would be able to fully satisfy himself. Their eyes locked, and East blew him a kiss. Many strokes later, she was moaning and wildly pulling at his forearms. All types of I love you, and I need you statements flew from her mouth, but his favorite had been the I never want to leave you one. That made his fucking day. That, and the sharp intake of breath that had come from Logan when he climaxed.
Killian had looked over to her just as he felt himself about to bust. Her eyes were wide while her mouth hung slightly ajar. Her bright skin was redder, and her forehead frowned in anguish. Never in a million years would he have pegged Logan as the type to watch people have sex, nor would he have assumed East would let her.
East was territorial as hell, so for her to be okay with Logan seeing him practically naked and fucking her, that was some serious shit. Logan was young, but she was a woman. What if she wanted him to fuck her the way he did East? Damn. His mind went there. Trekking from East’s sexy body and over to Logan’s face just before he ended it all.
“East, my world will be dark forever if you ever leave me.” He grunted lower for only East to hear him, but Logan’s eyes softened as she covered her mouth in awe. Killian looked at her for a few more seconds, before winking. “So, don’t.”
With that, he looked down at the love of his life, grabbed her mouth with his, and fell completely apart. East’s moans mixed with Logan’s sighing was the icing on the tastiest cake he and East had ever made. She was rubbing his back and licking on his ear the entire time.
Once he was able to get himself together, he pulled East up with him, careful not to put his softening erection on display. He was sure he and East had both been too wrapped up in the moment seconds ago, but, surely their minds had returned by now.
“Oh my god, that was so freaking amazing,” Logan whispered from her spot.
East looked to her first. She smiled lazily as Killian held her in his arms. “You’re a freak, Logan. Who watches people have sex?”
Logan was noticeably embarrassed as she covered her face with both hands. “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t tear my eyes away… it was so magical. The way you two touch and watch each other drives me crazy. Killian is so, so… domineering and raw.” Logan finally uncovered her face. “You two move in sync so beautifully. I want something like that one day.” She smiled brightly before looking at Killian but shifting them away quickly.
“What? You can’t look me in the eyes no more?” Killian taunted her with a smile.
Logan tried to look at him again but did the same thing. Soft laughter came from her and East. “Hell nah, she can’t. That’s good, though, because I don’t want her getting any ideas.” East’s tone changed. “I like you, Logan, I really do, but please don’t make me fuck you up about Kill.”
Logan was alarmed as she widened her eyes and shook her hands out in front of her. “No, East, I would never do anything like that, I promise. You don’t have to worry about me.”
“I’m just saying. Kill fucks like a champ. Any woman who doesn’t want him to fuck her is crazy. All I’m telling you is, don’t. I’ve always been nice to you, so you don’t know how crazy I really am.”
Killian chuckled. “Crazy as a muthafucka.”
East playfully bit his nipple. “And will get crazier.”
“I promise, I would never. Killian is like a brother to me.”
East rubbed her hand up and down Killian’s back. “People fuck their brothers sometimes.”
“I wouldn’t.” Logan was repulsed as she finally looked at Killian and maintained eye contact. “I really wouldn’t do that, Kill and East. For real.”
For some reason, Killian believed her, but East probably never would. Even if she didn’t vocalize it to her.
“You good, sweetheart.” Killian tried to calm her so that she could leave and he and East could shower.
“I don’t even curse, but that was fucking insane. I’ve never even watched porn before, but I just couldn’t look away. It was so mesmerizing. East, your body and the way you move it, is so freaking beautiful.”
East snickered. “Thank you, baby, but it’s really not me. It’s Killian. His passion drives me, his love makes everything we do seem so perfect.” East exhaled and lay her head on his chest. “I love him so much, and I’m trying not to kill him about that li’l hoe Jaya, but if—”
Killian’s hand came over her mouth. “Psychotic ass woman. Leave that shit alone, and let’s go take a shower.”
He was looking down at her, but when her tongue began licking around the palm of his hand, he looked away from her and laughed. She was silly as hell.
“Logan, what did you need from me?”
“I was actually coming to tell you that somebody from the hospital called about your friend. He’s awake. I was headed over there but stopped to see would you like to come with me. I had no idea East was in here with you.”
Killian’s face frowned slightly when Logan looked at East and smiled. Something about the way she looked at his wife was off. He didn’t know if he was tripping or was she really that infatuated with East.
“Surprise,” East joked.
Logan ran her hand through her hair. “What a surprise it was.”
More smiling and blushing came from Logan as she walked toward them and stopped. Killian was looking at her like she was crazy. East, on the other hand, was calm and waiting. Logan looked between them both before smiling.
“Thanks for letting me watch. I promise not to tell anybody about this.” One of her hands found Killian’s arm while the other pushed some of East’s hair back into her ponytail. “I pray you all stay together forever.”
She pecked East on the cheek once and looked as if she was about to do the same to Killian but changed her mind and walked away.
“I’ll wait for you all downstairs.”
The door slammed, and Killian looked at East. “That girl wanna fuck you.”
“Boy, what? Why would you say that? No, she doesn’t. She’s just sheltered and young as hell.”
“Nah, the way she looks at you is different.” Killian finally pulled away and picked East up from the desk. “You let her sample my shit, and I’m beating your ass. Straight the fuck up.”
East giggled, falling all over him. “You wouldn’t like a little girl on girl action?”
“Fuck no.”
“Why not? I thought that was what all men wanted.”
“Not me. I want you, and that’s it. Logan looks like she wants you too. As much as I would hate to fire her, I catch y’all doing anything, I don’t care if it’s a kiss, she’s good as gone, and you dead as fuck.”
East’s laughter was giddy as he stepped into the shower still holding her. He didn’t stand her on her feet until the water had warmed up. Even then, he kept one arm around her.
“Logan doesn’t want me. She doesn’t even want you. She wants what we have. This magnetic feeling that transcends us… she wants that. Which is understandable because if I saw two people who were so naturally in tune with each other like we are, I’d crave it too.”
“Maybe.”
East closed h
er eyes lazily and let her head fall back. Killian took that opportunity to suck on her neck.
“I want some more.”
Killian ran his fingers between her thighs. “Well, come get it, baby.”
East smiled up at him as her stomach flipped in anticipation of round two.
13.I Didn’t Mean It
The bright lights in the room shined so brightly, and his eyes had been closed for so long, they were giving Yeshi a headache. Everything had seemed so foggy from the moment he’d been able to pull them open, but it had only gotten worse. The fluorescent bulbs were making his eyeballs shake, and he couldn’t even scream for it to stop. The large tube hanging from his mouth had his throat in a severe amount of pain that he couldn’t speak on, and it was killing him.
The warmth exuding from the thick hospital sheets meshed with his body heat was also miserable and becoming a nuisance. He’d been trying to push the blankets from his body since opening his eyes, but it still wasn’t enough. He was burning up and couldn’t do anything to cool himself off. In nothing but the gray and white hospital gown, he should have been cool enough, but apparently, he needed to be naked because even that was too much.
“It’s okay, you’re fine.” An unknown voice that sounded too sweet to be real caught Yeshi’s attention. “You’re in the hospital, and the doctors are on their way. Just try to remain calm.” His eyes searched for her, but he couldn’t find her. “Can you do that for me?” There she was.
Next to his bed stood a real live angel. He’d died and gone to Heaven. The bright skinned, brown-haired beauty with the soft voice confirmed that for him. The glow behind her skin and eyes captured him in a deep trance that he couldn’t shake. His once shifty eyes were no longer jumping but were fixed on her and wouldn’t move any further.
Her eyes were hazel, her lips were thick, and her face was angelic. Though Yeshi couldn’t remember any of what happened after hitting the water, he did remember falling over the bridge trying to kill himself. Maybe he’d succeeded.
There was no way a woman as beautiful as the one standing before him had ended up in hell. But, then again, there was no way he could have possibly ended up in Heaven. Maybe he hadn’t died. Possibly, she was a mirage, and he was bugging off some type of meds. Whatever it was, she had his mind blown and completely forgetting about the list of annoyances he’d been stuck on moments prior.
Yeshi’s hand went to the tube in his mouth again. With her hand on his wrist, she stopped him.
“You can’t do that, love. You might hurt yourself. Just be patient, okay? The doctors will be here in a second.” Her smile could light up the world if necessary.
Yeshi moved his mouth in an attempt to say something but was quickly reminded that wasn’t happening any time soon. Defeated once again, Yeshi dropped his hand to his side and just looked at her. She hadn’t turned her head from him yet and was still smiling sweetly.
“My name is Logan. I’m a friend of Killian’s. He’s on the way here to see you.”
Killian? Where had Killian come from? How had he gotten to Nevada so fast? Yeshi’s face frowned in confusion as a dozen questions ripped through his mind.
“You’re in Georgia. He brought you here, so you’ll be with family.”
“Good afternoon, Mr. Yeshi. Ready to get these tubes out?” a pretty, black nurse with a short cut asked him while placing gloves over her manicured hands.
Georgia was clearly the place to be because the women were unbelievably beautiful. If it was one thing Yeshi had an eye for, it was a pretty woman. Oh, how he wished they were surrounding him for different reasons and with different timing.
“You’ve been asleep for some time now. Welcome back.”
Yeshi wanted to ask her how long had it been, but his mouth was still out of commission, so he nodded instead. When the nurse stepped forward, the angel stepped back. Yeshi’s eyes followed her.
“You might want to stay close, hun. He’s looking for you,” the nurse told Logan with a friendly smile.
Logan’s grin was trained on Yeshi as she winked at him and stepped back to his bedside. Doing her best to stay out of the way, she stood near the top by his head. With one hand resting on the side of the bed, and the other on his head, Logan watched the nurse flip machines on and off before grabbing a wad of cloths and placing them on Yeshi’s chest.
Moments later, a few more nurses and a doctor came in to assist her. The entire time, Yeshi lay there feeling like the biggest fool in the world. He literally could have walked in front of his grandmother’s usher board committee butt ass naked, and it might have felt better than how he felt right then. If he was there, then that meant everyone knew what he’d done. It was embarrassing, to say the least.
“Alrighty, there we go,” the pretty nurse said as she wrapped up the nasty tubes she’d just pulled from his mouth.
Droplets of piled up mucus and an array of other disgusting gunk from his throat came out along with the tubes and soiled the cloths as well as the top of his hospital gown. Yeshi looked down at himself in utter disgust before attempting to swallow. His face scrunched in pain immediately after.
“It’s going to be a little painful for a few days. I’ll bring you some cool water. It’ll help.”
Yeshi’s face was still frowned in discomfort as he looked down at himself again.
“Can you bring him another gown as well?” Logan called after the nurse.
After she told her that she would, she disappeared out the door, leaving him alone with Logan. Yeshi wanted to look at her some more but not right then. Shame was at an all-time high in his life, and he’d personally had enough of that for the past thirty or so minutes while the doctors removed him from the ventilator.
The nurse returned with a gown and handed it to Logan. “Here you are. You can help him change it if you’d like, or I can help you. It’s up to you all.”
“I think we can handle it. Thank you.”
Yeshi watched the nurse walk back out of his room, still unwilling to look at the woman that had obviously been sent to care for him. He was doing all he could to avoid eye contact, but she was so close to him that it was becoming impossible.
She’d stepped closer to his bed and pressed the button to raise his bed, so he was sitting up. “Come on, let me help you get out of bed.”
Yeshi shook his head immediately. He wasn’t very aware of his current condition, but he most definitely was not about to let her make it worse. If he’d thought her face was breathtaking, her laugh was the death of him. So soft and so small that he’d almost missed it.
“I promise not to hurt you. I deal with people your size all day.”
Yeshi finally looked at her. Inquisition heavy in his eyes.
“How about this, just sit on the side of the bed so I can clean you up. We don’t have to move you.”
Yeshi licked his lips as he considered her suggestion. When he figured he had nothing to lose, he nodded. Logan threw the blankets off him before turning his legs so that they were both hanging over the side of the bed. She then grabbed both of his hands and pulled him upright. Yeshi winced in pain while trying his best to help her pull his weight.
When he was finally sitting up on the side of his bed, she walked over to the small sink in the corner of his room. Yeshi’s eyes found her ass immediately. Not that he could have missed it. It was the biggest thing on her body besides her thighs, and that was saying a lot because those muthafuckas were healthy too. Thick from the top of her legs to her ankles, Logan was his type of woman.
Yeshi could tell she wasn’t doing anything to tempt him purposely, but he could feel his thoughts going exactly where they had no business being. He was sitting up in the hospital, two seconds from dying, and probably on suicide watch; sex and a woman should have been the last thing on his mind. Just thinking about his current state brought his mood back down. He had nothing.
“I ran some water, so I can get you cleaned up before you have any visitors.” Logan set the gray basin filled
with soapy water next to his bed and leaned over to untie the gown he was wearing.
It fell off his shoulders and into a heap around his forearms. Yeshi raised his arms just long enough for her to remove the gown and drop it around his waist. With his wide chest filled with tattoos on display, Logan paused for a minute to admire his artwork.
“These are some nice tattoos. You got them done in Vegas?”
Yeshi nodded.
“They’re really nice.” She beamed at him before dipping the washcloth into the warm water and squeezing it just enough to wring a little water out. “Before I start washing you, does anything hurt?”
“My neck.” Yeshi’s voice was low and raspy, so he cleared his throat. “And back.”
“Aww, you poor little sweetheart.” Logan’s voice dropped empathetically. “I’ll be careful.”
Yeshi wanted to smirk at her calling him a little sweetheart when he clearly had her by at least six or seven years in age.
“You know, when Killian first told me that he needed me to come check on his one of his friends, I assumed it would be some old, decrepit person who was hard on the eyes. I most definitely didn’t picture you.” An innocent smile spread as she rubbed the soapy cloth across his chest.
The water felt so good on Yeshi’s skin that he ended up closing his eyes for the rest of the time that she washed him. Her hands were soft and in no hurry to leave his body. She was so gentle and caring with him that it momentarily made Yeshi emotional. For as long as he’d been alive, no woman had ever been that comforting while caring for him.
He’d had plenty of women in his past who had showered with him, but none of them had ever done anything as endearing as Logan. Anything any other woman had done had been strictly out of sexual anticipation.
“Nigga, don’t be having my li’l homegirl up here bathing your grown ass.” Killian’s voice brought a welcoming smile to Yeshi’s face once he opened his eyes.
He’d just walked in behind Logan with East in tow. Both of them were smiling and looked genuinely happy to see him alive.
“I should kick my foot so far up in your ass that it’ll hit Logan in the forehead for the shit you pulled, but we’ll talk about it.” Killian walked up and stopped next to him with his hand held out for a pound.
