by Lexi Blake
Logan’s cock seemed to pulse in his hand. “Oh, you’re going to find out.”
Seth moved behind her, rubbing his erection against her backside. “Do you know how long we’ve wanted to do this to you? To get you between us?”
“Forever.” It seemed how long she’d been waiting for them.
“Absolutely, baby. Forever.” He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
She couldn’t help but respond, her whole body feeling languid and soft, ready for anything. Logan could be deeply inventive, and not all of his topping her was purely sexual. Some of it was merely sensual. He’d spent an hour working her over with a deerskin flogger that was buttery soft on her skin. She’d been wary at first but after a couple of minutes, she’d found herself drifting, relaxing. And he found the act relaxing, too. They hadn’t had sex, but they’d cuddled afterward, perfectly content. He was teaching Seth to use it, too. Soon she would have two Doms, like she had two husbands.
“Georgia, get out of those clothes and present yourself to me.” Logan’s hand gripped his cock, and she could tell he wasn’t going to torture her tonight. No. He wasn’t going to wait at all.
Seth helped her out of the rest of her clothes, skimming his hands across her skin, making her shiver with excitement. He held her hand as she stepped out of the dress wearing only a pair of lacy white panties and pearly white Christian Louboutins.
“Off with the panties, but leave those shoes on,” Logan ordered.
Seth winked as he got to his knees in front of her. “You know how attached we’ve become to your footwear.”
Her men had a footwear fetish. If she bought a new pair of shoes, she had to give them a fashion show, and they claimed they couldn’t appreciate the shoes unless she wasn’t wearing anything with them.
She groaned as he put his mouth on the mound of her pussy, wetting the thin fabric with his tongue.
“God, you smell so good, baby.” He dragged the panties down her hips, but his mouth stayed where it was, his tongue licking up her labia and worrying her clitoris. “You taste even better.”
He left the panties where they were and parted her labia with his thumbs, opening her for better access. His tongue played all around, licking and sucking and laving.
“Only one, Seth.” Logan was watching through narrow eyes, his hand working up and down his cock.
“Just a little starter, baby,” Seth said.
Oh, yes. Her every pink part was playing the cheerleader now. Go, Seth! Go!
“Don’t you move, Georgia. You let him play with you.” Logan couldn’t give up control even halfway across the room, but she’d come to adore him for it.
She held herself still, giving over to the husband kneeling in front of her. He slipped a finger inside, unerringly knowing exactly where to go. One finger and then two foraged inside her pussy as his tongue traced circles around and around her clit, sliding over her with feathery pressure. So close and so far away, and Logan had forbidden her to move. Clever bastard. He knew damn well she wanted to sink her hands in Seth’s hair and hold him where she needed him the most. Now she was trapped and at Seth’s will or she knew exactly what the Dom would do. He’d put a halt to everything and she’d find herself bound to a spanking chair with no hope in sight of a starter orgasm.
“Oh, Seth. Please.”
“Yes, baby. I want to please you.” The pressure on her clit tripled and he rubbed her G-spot in exactly the right place.
The orgasm swallowed her, racing along her skin, wakening her every cell.
She wobbled on her heels, but Seth was there, catching her before she fell. He hauled her to him, kissing her with abandon. She could taste herself on his tongue.
Some starter course.
Now she was ready for the main event. Her men. Together.
* * * *
Seth took his wife’s mouth, letting his tongue slide in and sharing the taste of her pussy with her. She should know how amazing she tasted, that he craved her like a drug. She was everything he’d wanted, and she’d been the one to bring them all together. She’d been the one to save Logan, to show him he could come out of the darkness. She was their light.
And their wife. It was hard to believe it, but she belonged to them now. She wore their rings and Logan’s collar, and they were tied together in so many ways, he could never be free. And that was just how he liked it.
“You’re a pussy, man,” Logan said, but he was smiling.
Seth kissed her again. He didn’t mind being a pussy for her. And her pussy was totally worth being a pussy over. She was curvy and so feminine in his arms that he felt like he was ten feet tall. He carried her toward Logan the way they’d planned. While Georgia had orchestrated the wedding, he and Logan had planned the wedding night. For them, it was sacred, even more meaningful than the vows. They had pledged to love her and take care of her, and now they would worship her with their bodies and souls.
“Steady, baby. I’ll help you down. Find your position.” He had to admit, he rather loved watching her in slave position. She held his hand as she dropped to her knees, spreading them wide, displaying herself to her Masters. Her golden hair spilled around her shoulders, and while her head went submissively down, her blue eyes were sparkling with mischief. Hurricane Georgia was always simmering below the surface, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He wanted a woman who would put him on his ass when he screwed up. He found it incredibly sexy, but he also liked spanking hers.
It was the best of both worlds.
“Perfect, Georgia. You have that down. You know you look for all the world like the sweetest submissive ever.” Logan placed a hand on her head. When he had a hand on Georgia this way, he always looked so peaceful to Seth, as though they were deeply connected.
And Seth didn’t feel anything but a fierce joy. He had his own connections to Georgia that Logan likely never would understand, but that was okay. Seth finally got that they both had their roles. It was why the relationship worked. Even he and Logan had a relationship slightly apart from Georgia. When she went shopping or to her meetings or out with her friends, he and Logan became teenage boys again, reading comic books and playing video games. He had his best friend and the most beautiful girl in the world.
Lately, he and Logan had been talking to Henry, trying to figure his situation out. The cartel would find him again. It might take them a good long time, but they would find Bliss. Hell, they would find him anywhere he went. There had been long discussions between Henry, Seth, Logan, and Nate. Henry had thought about running. He wanted to protect the town. He’d decided he would wait until Nell was out of danger with the pregnancy, and then he would disappear.
Nate was completely against that plan of action, and so were Seth and Logan. When the time came, they would make a stand.
“Are we boring you, Seth?” Logan asked in that deep voice he used in the dungeon. Logan’s eyes narrowed as though he could read his mind. “Henry’s going to be okay.”
Georgia reached out a hand, grasping his own. “He’ll be okay. And if the time comes, if we have to defend the town, I’ll be right there because I’m an official member of the club.”
Logan paled and Seth was damn sure he did, too. The “I Shot a Son of a Bitch Club” had welcomed Georgia with a T-shirt and lemon crème cake.
“Let’s talk about that later,” he said because he could see Logan was about to do something stupid like interrupt their honeymoon by forbidding something.
Logan met his eyes, and he gave him a nod. When the time came, Seth would make sure Georgia was otherwise occupied while Logan stood on the front line. That was his job.
“Baby, I do not remember giving you permission to move. Hands and knees. That’s a count of twenty.” Logan’s palm twitched as though he couldn’t wait to spank that ass.
Georgia smiled Seth’s way as she leaned forward and assumed the position. Seth couldn’t help but groan at the way her ass swayed as she moved. Heart-shaped and round, her ass was as
perfect as the rest of her. And it looked so damn good with a flush of pink.
“Count for me, baby,” Seth said. He loved how breathy and sultry her voice became.
A hard smack tore through the quiet of the dungeon followed by a gulp from Georgia. “One.”
“Seth?” Logan was kneeling beside her, but he gestured Seth down. To share in the punishment, the pleasure, the joy.
Seth dropped to his knees and let his hand find her cheek with a hard smack. He wasn’t afraid of hurting her anymore. Georgia loved this.
“Two.”
They took turns, each slapping a cheek until both were rosy and pink. Her skin was always silky smooth, but now there was a lovely heat to it, and he’d put that there. And he could smell how much she loved it.
He was already hard, but his dick stiffened further as he looked at her. She was exquisite, from her golden-blonde hair to those breasts he couldn’t get enough of. He loved her breasts and the way they bounced when she rode him.
“Very good.” Logan’s hands ran across her ass before he stood up. “You took that well. Now let’s see if we can move on. Georgia, baby, we need to get you ready for this, but since Seth warmed you up, I think you should return the favor.” Logan grabbed the bottle of lube he’d set out this morning.
And Seth got up and out of his pants faster than a speeding bullet. Yeah, he could use warming up. Not really because he was about as fucking hard as a man could be, but he definitely wanted what Logan had in mind.
When he was naked, he got back to his knees in front of her. She was still in her position, waiting for Logan to start preparing her, but she leaned forward slightly, her tongue swiping across the head of his cock. He loved that. She always acted like she couldn’t get enough of them. It made a man feel like a superhero.
“She likes a cock in her mouth,” Logan said with a smile. “I think we should accept that our wife is a complete, gorgeous pervert.”
“Only for you two,” she said before pulling his cockhead into that sultry mouth of hers.
“Thank god for that.” Seth was enveloped in heat. It was so fucking good.
Logan smirked as he settled behind her, but only after he’d gently pulled her hair to the side. “I know you like a show.”
He did. Now he could fully watch as his dick sank into her mouth. Those gorgeous lips of hers were opening around him. She pulled back and her tongue darted out like lightning strikes all over his flesh.
And then she groaned around his cock, the vibrations damn near causing him to lose it. He took a deep breath and looked across her body. Logan was busy. “She likes having her ass played with, too, brother. Definitely a sweet little pervert.”
Logan’s face was flushed as his arms moved in a rhythm. “I’ve plugged this gorgeous asshole every day for the last couple of weeks. I’ve moved her from a starter plug all the way up to very near my size, and she still is tight as a goddamn drum. She’s going to kill me.”
She was killing him. She sucked and then dragged her tongue up, finding the spot at the back of his head and giving it a long rub with the flat of her tongue. He had to steel himself. He couldn’t come yet. Not until he was inside her.
God, it was the first time he got to be inside her with absolutely nothing in between them. She was on birth control, and he and Logan had a clean bill of health from the most invasive, gruffest doctor he’d ever been examined by, and it was all worth it because he got to feel that silky smooth pussy on his cock tonight.
“Just a bit more, Georgia.”
His blonde minx set in, sucking and dragging hard, as though she was a woman on a mission. She worked her mouth around his dick, eating it down inch by inch. Seth felt his eyes close, his balls start to draw up.
And he pulled out.
“Not until I’m ready, Georgia.”
“You seemed ready to me.”
Little brat. He moved around and smacked her ass five times in quick succession. His cock pulsed as she squirmed and squealed sweetly because Logan still had two fingers securely in her asshole.
“See,” Logan began with a grin. “You’re learning. And she’s ready. Get inside her. I’ll be right back.”
Seth felt savage. So this was why cavemen dragged women around. He wasn’t about to fist her hair or anything, but he lifted her easily into his arms. Conquering. That was how this sex felt. He’d conquered the business world, had more success than most people twice his age, but he hadn’t felt like he’d truly won until he looked down at the woman in his arms and realized she’d utterly submitted to him. Not for his money or for power, but because this woman loved him with her heart and soul.
“You’re the prize, Georgia. You’re the prize.” Logan had accused him of getting lost in his work, and he did, but he’d always known that whatever software he was developing or company he was building wasn’t the endgame. This was the endgame. This woman and his best friend and the life they could have together. That was the ultimate win.
Her hand came up, running through his hair. “I love you. I love you both so much. I want to be with you.”
She was always with him. He set her down on her feet. “Get on top, baby. I want to get inside you.”
He stretched out on the big bed he’d had custom made for them. It was one of the romantic parts of his third-floor dungeon. The bed was huge and covered in soft Egyptian cotton sheets that tastefully hid the restraints that ran under it. They could tie their wife up all they liked and keep her screaming. But that was for later.
Seth groaned as she straddled him. This was right where he wanted to be. She enveloped him with her heat, her beauty. She grasped his cock as she began to lower herself on him.
He closed his eyes because this was heaven.
* * * *
Logan washed his hands and then glanced in the mirror.
Who the hell was looking back at him? He’d been a boy for so long, even after he’d started wearing a badge, and then he’d been so fucking angry, he hadn’t recognized himself. So who the hell was this man? He was peaceful. He was happy. He read comic books again and loved bad science fiction, but he also worked out and was serious about going to college and seeing the world.
He was a friend and a husband. One day he would be a father.
And he was not going to fucking cry again. God, he was like a baby sometimes when he truly felt the love around him. He was blessed beyond measure. They should have run. His moms, his boss, his friends, Georgia. He’d practically been an animal. He’d shamed himself and shamed his badge, but when he was at his lowest, his family sent him to a place where he’d found more friends. Leo and Julian. Ben and Chase. Fuck, even Kitten had helped him. Maybe she had most of all because nothing would have been possible without Georgia, and Kitten had made sure Georgia met Seth.
The man staring back at him was the man who had taken his real family name. Logan Warner. He was a man who had stepped up. His momma might not have liked it, but she was on a diet now. She’d laid down the law with him. Well, he’d done the same with her. He was out of the woods, and he wanted his momma to live a good life, and if that meant giving up bacon, that was the way it was. He could still remember the horrified look on her face when he’d explained that Nell was now in charge of the food for the anniversary party. And the way his ma had cried because she’d been so worried after they had told her about Momma Marie’s heart. If Logan had his way, Marie and Teeny Warner would be together for another twenty-five years. They had to because they would make the best grandparents in the world.
They’d certainly been the best moms.
No, he wasn’t sure about this man yet, but he knew one thing. This man would work it out. This man had hope. After all, the world could be cold, but there was always warmth waiting for him.
And if he waited too long, Georgia would talk Seth into another orgasm. Logan knew what his place was. He was the hardass. He was the Dom. Seth was getting there, but he still melted the minute she turned those eyes on him. That was perfectly fine
outside the bedroom, but a man needed to be in charge of at least one segment of his life.
Logan ditched his overly expensive trousers. His cock had been ready for hours. He’d made them all wait, but anticipation could be sweet, and now all that sweetness was about to come to fruition.
He threw open the door and groaned at the sight in front of him. Warm? The world was hot right now.
Georgia was riding Seth, her head thrown back, her hips rolling. Seth gripped her waist, forcing her on his dick over and over again. Logan knew that most men would be horrified, but he wanted to join in. He didn’t give a flying fuck what most men would do. Most men didn’t have his family.
“Don’t you come, Georgia. Not until I’m inside.” Most men didn’t get to be a warlord in the bedroom and then cuddle up afterward secure in the knowledge that they always had someone to watch their backs.
“But I’m so close.” She was using that breathy sex kitten voice that let him know she wasn’t joking. She really was about to come.
“I will pull you off and get the violet wand out. I’ll tie you down and shock your nipples until you scream for me to let you come and then I’ll keep doing it.” His sub had loved the violet wand. On a low, playful setting. She’d loved the way the blue sparks hit her nipples. She’d giggled and talked about how they were singing a rock song.
Exploring her unique sexuality was the light of his life. He had so much to show her, so much to discover with her. They could play forever.
He grabbed the lube but not the condoms. They didn’t need them. He didn’t want anything between him and his woman. And when the time was right, she would toss out the pills and he and Seth would take turns filling her up, getting her pregnant, creating their family.
But not for a while. He had more exploring to do, more time to spend with them before they settled back here in Bliss to raise their family.
Seth went still. “Listen to him. He will do everything he says he will. He will torture you all night and then none of us will get any until we hit Hawaii tomorrow. Do you want to wait that long? I have a private plane taking us. He made sure it was stocked with floggers and nipple clamps and a whole bunch of rope.”
