by Maya Banks
She stared up at him, knowing he was hugely turned on by watching another man fuck her mouth, by seeing the evidence on her lips and tongue. She let the remainder of Rhys’ come slide over her lips then licked over her mouth to remove it.
“God,” Logan whispered.
He grasped her jaw and held her firm as he impatiently thrust into her mouth. There was no finesse to his movements but rather the hard urgency of a man pushed way beyond his limit.
He reached down, grasped her arms in his hands and hauled her back until her head bumped against the wall of the shower. Both hands framing her face, he positioned her and then thrust deep.
The water stopped, and Catherine dimly registered that Rhys had turned it off. But he didn’t leave, which surprised her. Logan was much more of a voyeur than Rhys.
A blowjob didn’t adequately describe what she was doing. But then she wasn’t doing anything. Logan was fucking her mouth as hard and as ruthlessly as he fucked her pussy. Long, deep strokes, filling her until he stole her breath.
His fingers dug into her skull, scraped through her hair, and his harsh breathing echoed off the marble walls.
There was no warning, no slow work-up to his release. He exploded in her mouth. Warm fluid splashed onto her tongue, and she was forced to swallow it all as he pumped harder and faster.
His agonized groan filled her ears even as he filled her mouth.
Then his thrusts became slower and more gentle. His hands relaxed against her head, and with a shudder, he finally pulled away.
Two sets of hands reached for her, cupping her elbows and helping her to her feet. She wobbled between them, faltering to put one foot in front of the other.
“Easy, love,” Rhys soothed as he helped her out of the shower.
She shivered, and Logan quickly wrapped a towel around her. She clutched at the ends as the two men dried themselves with quick swipes of their towels. Then they turned their attention back on her.
Caught between them, she sighed in contentment as Logan dried her hair, and Rhys ran the other towel down her body, absorbing every droplet of water from her skin.
He ventured close to her pussy, and she trembled. On edge. Sharp and wanting. It was the only way to describe the tension coiling through her veins. She needed to come. Wanted it badly.
“We’re going to take turns fucking you, baby,” Logan whispered silkily in her ear. “Long and hard until you beg for mercy. Then we’re going to fuck you together.”
Her knees buckled, and she had to grab for Rhys’ shoulder to steady herself.
Rhys took her wrist and pulled her until she fell against him. He wrapped his arms around her, hoisted her up until she was eye-level with him and kissed her hard and long.
Never taking his mouth from hers, he took off for the bedroom, her dangling legs bumping against his.
When he reached the bed, he lowered her to the mattress. Not giving her any time to adjust or react, he reached down, spread her legs and dove into her, filling her in one heated thrust.
Her nerve endings short-circuited. It was as though someone set off an entire package of firecrackers in her groin.
Hard and fast he rode her, rocking endlessly against her hips. His weight pressed her into the bed, and not an inch of her flesh was left uncovered by his.
Flush against each other, heated and only getting hotter, their bodies undulated in perfect rhythm. His mouth worked over her neck, ravenous, carnal and utterly demanding. He nipped and bit, sucked and licked, and still he fucked her harder.
She gasped for air. Her lungs screamed. Her body screamed louder, demanding release.
Harsh, almost angry, her orgasm rose, tearing through her abdomen with savage intensity. She threw her arms around Rhys and yelled his name hoarsely.
Her body was still alive with sharp tingles when Rhys rolled off her. Logan was over her immediately, thrusting inside her.
She was sensitive, too sensitive, and each thrust sent a shaft of nearly painful pleasure rocketing through her pussy. Instead of lying over her as Rhys had done, Logan dragged her body until her ass rested on the edge of the bed.
He curled his arms around her knees, spreading her wide to receive him. Rhys climbed onto the bed beside her, his cock in his hand.
“Over here, Cat,” he said, tapping her jaw with his free hand.
She turned her head so that her cheek rested against the mattress and Rhys had easy access to her mouth. With no preliminaries, he thrust inside as Logan continued to pound into her pussy.
A ragged moan worked from deep inside her chest, fluttering around Rhys’ cock and escaping her lips in a long, sensual breath.
Then Logan withdrew and turned her entire body on her side so that she faced Rhys. Logan’s hands moved over her ass, and he lifted her just enough that he could slide back inside her pussy in the new position.
His cock hit new places, angling differently than before. He lifted her leg high, bending it at the knee so that her pussy was completely open to him.
“I want your ass, baby,” he rasped out. “I want it bad. Just like this, you lying on your side sucking Rhys’ dick while I watch.”
He pulled out then reached down, coating his fingers in her wetness. He spread it over the tight ring of her anus, dipping inward, stretching and lubricating the opening. Then he positioned his cock back at her pussy, driving in once more, covering his erection in her fluids.
Withdrawing, he moved over and pushed against her anus.
Her ass parted for him, sucking him in. The resistance was there, deliciously edgy and sharp. The brief moment in which she wanted to cry out and tell him to stop disappeared as her body surrendered, and he surged forward, locking her into sweet, overwhelming pleasure.
This was what she craved with a force that frightened her at times. Connected to both men, loving them with her body, mind and heart.
Logan cupped her breast, rubbing his thumb over her nipple as he fucked in and out of her ass with slow, deep thrusts. He slid inward then stopped, resting balls-deep for a long moment before withdrawing, the head rimming her entrance.
He stroked lightly, shallow, teasing her opening before ramming forward again.
Rhys stroked her hair, tucking the strands behind her ears then touching her cheek tenderly as he eased back and forth over her lips.
Then he withdrew, backed away and bent down to capture her lips in a savage kiss. His hands pulled at her hair, straining her neck backward as he ravished her mouth.
Their tongues met and tangled, clashed and retreated. She lost her breath. He took it and gave it back.
“I want your ass next,” he whispered into her mouth.
She shuddered against Logan’s thrusts, her eyes closing in bliss.
But Logan heard Rhys, and he pulled away from her. Rhys turned her over onto her stomach and pulled her legs until she was positioned beneath him.
“Go get cleaned up,” Rhys told Logan. “We’ll take her together.”
She was already arching up to accept Rhys when he covered her ass and slid deep. She dug her hands into the covers, clenching her fingers tight. Her eyes closed, and she turned her face to the side so she could breathe as Rhys began fucking her, riding her hard, pressing her firmly into the mattress.
He settled into an easy rhythm, his cock working in and out of her ass with delicious friction. He nudged her thighs wider apart with his knees then leaned harder onto her back, allowing more of his weight to rest against her.
She was blanketed by him. He filled her over and over, plunging deep. His possession thrilled her.
The slow, steady slaps filled the room. Her ass jiggled, and her body rocked into the bed. He whispered loving words into her ear. They wafted lazily around her, comforting her, stroking deeper than his thrusts ever could.
The endearments pierced a part of her soul that had lain cold for a long time. As if stepping into the sun after a long, hard winter, she warmed and began to bloom.
“I love you,” she whispered
as she opened herself fully to him.
He kissed the arch of her neck and then her shoulder. “I love you too,” he whispered back. “I’ll always love you, Cat. I’ll always need you.”
She moaned, helpless against the cascade of feeling he unleashed.
Another hand brushed across her face, the finger tracing a line around her lips. Logan.
“I’m going to turn over with you,” Rhys said as he reached underneath her with his arms.
Still embedded deep in her ass, he rolled sharply, bringing her on top of him. Now she stared up at the ceiling, her body angled back, Rhys wedged tightly inside her.
Logan loomed over her, his eyes glittering with want. Lust. He looked so powerful. All male. Dominant. Fierce.
Rhys spread his legs, and it sent him deeper until she whimpered against the fullness. Her ass burned and stretched, and still she wanted more.
Logan smiled, then grabbed her knees, pulling them wider apart until she was bare and helpless against whatever he wanted to do. How he would even manage to fit inside her pussy with Rhys filling her ass so full was a mystery, but they always managed, much to her exquisite delight.
He fitted his cock to her opening, and Rhys stilled his movements to allow Logan to gain entry. There was a moment of tension as her body fought the reality of two cocks, and then they were both lodged deep inside.
“Oh God,” she said weakly.
Rhys cupped her breasts, plumping and caressing the supple flesh as he waited for Logan to set the pace. He plucked at her stiff nipples, rolling them between his fingers as she squirmed between them.
“Baby, you have to stop that,” Logan groaned. “Give me a minute or I’m going to come.”
She smiled, confident in her power. She loved that she could drive them both so crazy. They were thick and hard inside her, two powerful men. Sexy and rugged.
To entice him further, she gave another tiny wiggle then clamped down on his cock as hard as she could.
“Oh hell,” he grunted.
Logan started driving in and out of her. His movements rocked her against Rhys, and she loved the way he cradled her body, absorbed Logan’s power.
She was protected and cherished between them, their hands gentle even when their cocks weren’t. And she loved that too.
Rhys’ hands slipped down to her waist, and his fingers dug into her skin as he too began to thrust into her body. Logan’s hands replaced Rhys’ at her breasts, and he gently pulled at her nipples as both men moved against her.
“I want you to come with me,” she gasped.
“Are you close?” Logan growled.
His face was strained, and she knew it wouldn’t be long.
“Yes, oh God, yes.”
“Give me a minute to catch up,” Rhys said as he pushed harder.
Logan halted and leaned over her, panting to catch his breath. He sucked one nipple into his mouth and bit down gently, grazing the tip with his teeth.
Rhys moaned, and his grip tightened at her waist.
“Now,” she whispered to Logan as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
He took off, fucking her, almost brutally. The two cocks stabbed deep, and she started to unravel. Faster and harder, she unwound until she lost all focus. Logan blurred in her vision as lightning seized her, sizzled through her.
She cried out, part in pleasure, part in the unending agony of such unbearable tension. Warm liquid eased their way, and she went slick around them.
Their shouts filled her ears, their come filled her body.
She went completely limp, no longer to maintain any sort of muscle tone. She was theirs to fuck, to hold.
Logan jerked against her, once, twice, held himself tight against her for a long moment before finally easing gently from the tight clasp of her pussy.
As soon as he was off, Rhys rolled them on their sides, and he too withdrew from her aching body. She lay there, unable to form a coherent thought, too exhausted to move. It was almost too much effort to breathe.
They gently cleaned her, taking care with her tender areas. Then Logan pulled her upward and looped her arms around his neck. She went willingly, a limp rag doll against his chest as he carried her further up the bed to lay her down.
Rhys crawled in behind her and spooned against her back. His hand swept down her side and over her hip even as he murmured sweet words in her ear.
Logan leaned in to kiss her lips. Then he pulled the covers up over them and told her to sleep.
CHAPTER TWELVE
A brisk knock at their door woke Catherine. She stirred and started to climb from between Logan and Rhys when Logan put a hand out to stop her.
“You stay here, baby. I’ll see who it is.”
He rose and hurriedly yanked on some clothes before walking to the door. Catherine sat up, and Rhys leaned up beside her as she strained to see who was there.
“My apologies for disturbing you, but I have an urgent message for Logan Wellesley and Rhys Cullen.”
“I’m Logan.”
Catherine saw him reach out, and then he stepped back into the room, closing the door behind him. She studied his face as he opened the piece of folded paper the messenger had delivered.
And then her heart sank when she saw his expression darken.
“What is it?” Rhys demanded.
“Maybe nothing,” Logan muttered. “It’s a message from Kingston. Wants me to call him as soon as possible.”
Rhys frowned. “What the hell could he want?”
“That’s what I need to find out.” He cast an apologetic look at Catherine. “I won’t be long, baby. You and Rhys get dressed and head to the restaurant. I’ll meet you there as soon as I’m done.”
She swallowed and nodded, though she couldn’t get rid of the dread tightening her chest. Whatever it was, she had the feeling it had just ended their vacation.
Logan disappeared out the door, and she sat there for a moment, worry nagging at her. Rhys cupped her shoulder and pressed a kiss to the side of her head.
“Don’t look like that, sweetheart. Whatever it is, Logan will fix it.”
“Yes, he’s good at fixing things,” she said faintly.
She slid out of bed and went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. When she came out, Rhys was sitting on the bed, fully dressed, waiting on her.
“I’ll just be a minute,” she said. “Why don’t you go ahead so we aren’t late for our reservation.”
“You sure?” he asked.
She nodded and smiled. “I’m hungry, and I’ve been looking forward to dinner all day. I’d hate to lose out because we were five minutes late.”
He stood and pulled her into his arms. “Okay, but don’t be long.”
After he left, she selected her clothing and took care with her hair and makeup. Why all of a sudden it was so important for her to look nice, she wasn’t sure, but it made her feel better, more secure. As if painting on a mask made her better prepared to deal with what was to come.
Ten minutes later, she left the hotel room and walked toward the lobby. After stopping at the desk to find out exactly where in the hotel the restaurant was located, she started back on her way.
As she walked down the corridor branching off from the lobby, she heard Logan’s angry voice. She halted abruptly outside one of the conference rooms. The door was ajar, and it was obvious that Logan was spitting mad.
She leaned in, standing as close to the door as she could without pushing it open.
“There is nothing more important to me than this deal,” Logan said tersely. “Nothing. Whatever I have to do to secure your confidence will be done.”
There was a pause.
“Yes, I’m out of town, but I can leave at a moment’s notice. No, nothing important. Just some downtime, and that’s not as important as this deal.”
She sucked in her breath. Surely he didn’t mean it. He couldn’t.
“Rhys and I will be out as soon as I can get our pilot down here. I’ll call you whe
n we land in San Francisco, and we can set up a time to meet.”
Knowing he was about to end the call, Catherine stumbled away from the doorway and hurried toward the restaurant. She felt ill.
In a desperate attempt to calm herself, she ducked into the ladies’ room. She braced herself against the sink, her stomach in one gigantic knot.
No, she wasn’t going to get upset over this. It was business. He didn’t mean it. He couldn’t have meant it. When it came to his company, Logan was wound tighter than a watch. Whatever it was, he was reacting to it out of anger.
She looked at herself in the mirror and knew she was seriously deluding herself. A leopard didn’t change his spots, and if he did, it certainly wasn’t overnight. She was a fool to think that everything wrong in their relationship could be fixed in a week’s time.
She blew out her breath and tried to regain her composure. One thing she was sure of, no matter what Logan may have spouted on the phone, he’d never hurt her like that to her face. He’d been angry and obviously trying to salvage a business deal. She wouldn’t hold that against him. What mattered was how he planned to deal with what happened next.
After dabbing at her makeup and smoothing her hair, she walked out of the bathroom and made her way into the restaurant. She was quickly ushered to a table in the back, and when she looked up, she saw that Logan had arrived ahead of her.
He and Rhys were engaged in tense conversation, but they immediately went silent when they looked up and saw her walking toward them.
They stood as she was seated then retook their own seats.
“What is it?” she asked softly.
Logan and Rhys exchanged uneasy glances. The both looked like they’d rather be taken out and shot rather than tell her anything.
Finally Rhys broke the silence. “We have to go back, Cat.”
She flinched even though she knew it was coming. “Why?” she asked. “What happened?”
Logan looked at her, his lips tight. “Kingston wants us in San Francisco at eight a.m. tomorrow. He’s entertaining a last-minute bid and wants to meet with us to discuss our project.”
