Blue Blooded (21 page)

“A
RE YOU SURE
you want this?” Logan asked her once again. “You can change your mind at any time.”

They were in their hotel room, she and Logan lying naked under the covers of the bed, on their sides facing each other, after having taken a nap.
A nap.
In less than a few days, she'd gone from sleeping two hours a night to a full night's sleep plus a three-hour nap. She sure was making up for lost time. She had an insatiable appetite for more than junk food now. Sex and sleep had become her new addictions, in that order.

In ten minutes, someone would knock on their door. She didn't know who because Logan had set it up after their meeting. He promised his friend would be discreet, but it wasn't as if the other guys weren't going to figure it out. When one of the guys didn't show up to Paradise Found, the others were bound to put two and two together.

She threw her leg over his, hooking his ankle with her foot, and ran her hand over his chest. “I'm sure. I want to know what it's like to completely lose control. One thing I have learned this week is that life is unpredictable. I've played it safe for so long, scared to truly lose myself, but what I realize now is that I'm the same girl I was when I left my parents' house at eighteen. I was so afraid to lose control of my life again that I never started living it. Anything can happen, and I don't want to spend another night wondering what it feels like to make love with two men. Plenty of women have the fantasy, but far too few of them make it a reality. I don't want to be one of those women. I want to live the fantasy.”

She couldn't do it back in Michigan. Here in Vegas, where sinning was not only acceptable but encouraged, she could live out the fantasy she never imagined would ever become a reality. With Logan, she felt safe to explore her sexuality. He didn't chastise her for craving a sexual act that most of the world would consider deviant. Instead, he made plans to give it to her.

She never would've guessed he was such a dirty, kinky man or that she would like it so damned much. They had all of the country's law enforcement looking to arrest them and at least two men who wanted them dead, and she'd never been so happy in her entire life. She didn't want to stop and analyze why or think about what would happen when it was finally resolved and they returned to their real lives.

A quiet knock fell on the door.

This was it.

Nervous excitement buzzed through her. She sat up and combed her hair with her fingers while Logan rolled out of bed to answer the door. She didn't know why she was bothering to fix her hair when it was just going to get messed up soon anyway.

Logan slowly pulled open the door, revealing Hunter standing behind it. As he walked in, Rachel instinctively pulled up the sheet to cover her breasts.

He tossed her a chocolate bar. “My momma raised me right. Figured it was only polite to bring a girl candy before I fucked her.”

She stared at the chocolate before flicking her gaze up to Hunter. And she laughed. With that one smooth move, he'd eased the awkwardness. His eyes sparkled and a grin pulled at his lips, the hoop at the corner catching her eye.

“Thank you for the candy,” she said, smiling, tearing open the wrapper. She'd never turn down chocolate.

Unabashedly naked, Logan strode back to the bed and sat beside her, not bothering to cover himself. Hunter didn't pause before sitting on the edge of the mattress on her side of the bed, twisting himself toward Logan.

For a couple of minutes, the men talked about baseball while she scarfed down the candy bar. It would almost pass for normal had two of the three of them not been naked. She understood they wanted her to feel comfortable about the threesome, but this was ridiculous.

She crumpled the wrapper into a ball and shot it across the room toward the trash. Damn, she missed. She dropped the sheet, exposing her breasts. Enough of the small talk. “If someone doesn't touch me soon, I'm going to have to take care of it myself.”

Logan smirked as he brushed her arm with his knuckles. “No you won't. You love the anticipation. The idea that you don't know what's going to happen next. Whose cock you're going to have in your ass and whose will go in your pussy.”

Starting with her calf, Hunter stroked his hand over her covered leg, resting it on her upper thigh. “You want me to go at any time, you just say the word.”

She squirmed, her pussy already growing wet from their touches. “I don't want you to go. I want this. Both of you. And I don't want to wait any longer.” She turned her head to Logan and begged him with her eyes. “Please don't make me wait any longer.”

He cradled the back of her head in his hand and pulled her into him, his lips crashing over hers. His tongue excitedly plunged and retreated, over and over, mimicking what she'd like him to do with his cock. She felt Hunter's heat at her back. His hand curled around her to palm her breast and swipe his thumb over her nipple.

A moan fell from her lips into Logan's mouth. He kissed her harder, his teeth banging against her own. His free hand drifted to her other breast, his actions mirroring Hunter's.

She nipped Logan's lip hard enough to draw blood, impatient and desperate for more of their touches.

He pulled away with a devilish grin, rubbing his lip where she'd bitten him. “I guess you're pretty eager.” His gaze bounced to Hunter. “Get undressed.”

She watched as Hunter stood and whipped his shirt off in one swift motion. His body was a work of art. She'd known about the tattoos covering his arms, but without his shirt, she got to appreciate them, her gaze lingering on his bulging biceps. His muscled chest was decorated by the black outline of a dragon shooting red fire from its mouth, and small hoops hung from both of Hunter's nipples.

His shorts fell to floor, revealing everything he'd been packing behind them.

Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped open.

His dick was pierced.

He chuckled. “Get that reaction a lot.”

“Does it hurt you?” she asked, a blush creeping out over her chest at being caught ogling his cock.

He set one knee on the bed, his cock jutting out as if begging for her mouth. “It did when I first got it, but I like pain, so it didn't bother me.”

She swallowed. “And it won't hurt me?”

He leaned forward and stuck out his tongue, showing her the metal ball on it. “My piercings will only enhance your pleasure.”

She wondered how two men could make love to one woman when both of them were dominant. But in ordering Hunter to remove his clothes, Logan had made it clear that tonight, he was taking the lead. Did it always work that way for them? Or was Logan in charge because she belonged to him?

“Lie on your back,” Logan said, his hand on her nape.

The minute her head hit the pillow, both men's heads descended, each of them taking a nipple into his mouth. Her spine arched, a moan escaping from her lips. Her eyes wanted to close, but she forced them to remain open, dropping her gaze to the tops of the guys' heads and watching them bob as the men worked their magic on her breasts.

Logan used a harder suction to draw it fully into the cavern of his hot mouth. Hunter teased it with his tongue, rolling his piercing over her pebbled tip. Heat blasted to her pussy, waking an arousal she hadn't known existed. She'd gone from not being able to come to thinking she might come just from having their mouths on her nipples.

But before she could test that theory, Hunter slid down her torso, settling between her thighs and parting her legs, spreading her pussy open. He didn't waste time getting to work, his tongue lapping at her clitoris like a cat drinking milk. Using his broad shoulders to push her thighs apart even more, he shifted his tongue, teasing the metal ball back and forth on her clit and slipping his fingers inside her wet channel with ease.

When he crooked his fingers, finding her G-spot as quickly as Logan had, her legs began shaking and her head tossed side to side on the pillow, the overload of sensations and the tension coiling in her pussy too much for her to process.

She hoped she wasn't supposed to ask for permission to come because she had absolutely no control over her body. She was a puppet and they held her strings, making her limbs dance and her spine bow off the bed through their ministrations. Nonsensical cries and pleas ripped from her throat. She tried to close her legs, the raging storm between them too overwhelming, but Hunter held her still with his large hands wrapped around her thighs.

Logan played with her nipples, his tongue swirling around one while his fingers pinched and rolled the other. When his other hand covered her throat like a collar in a display of possession, she detonated, the tension unraveling like a spool of thread sending waves of heat spreading throughout her body.

Hunter and Logan allowed her a moment to recover before turning her on her side. She heard the sound of a cap lifting and the squirt of liquid.

“Relax and let me in,” crooned Logan, his fingers coating her crack with cool lube. “I'm going to get you ready to take us both. You still with us?”

She swallowed, her lips tingling as if she hadn't used them in ages. “I'm with you.”

His finger rubbed between her cheeks, lighting up nerves that had rarely been touched. She was too far gone to care about propriety. Nothing tonight was polite. It was deliciously deviant, and if it felt good, she wasn't going to worry about it.

She'd come full circle from that night at Benediction when she'd intended to do an exposé on BDSM. At that time,
safe
,
sane
, and
consensual
were just a bunch of words with no personal meaning for her. Now she understood, not through the experiences of her friends but through her own.

It was freeing, as if the invisible chains that had been wrapped around her heart and had prevented her from living her life to the fullest all these years had suddenly been removed. No one else had the right to tell her how to think . . . how to act . . . how to
feel
. . . so long as it was all safe, sane, and consensual.

She tossed her head back as Logan's fingers entered her back passage, plunging and retreating with rhythmic intent. Just like before, she wanted to escape the odd sensation as much as she wanted more of it. She tried to relax, but her hips moved on their own volition, gyrating back and forth onto his fingers.

“Hunter, why don't you get her pussy ready to take you while I work on her ass?” Logan asked in a way that sounded more like an order rather than a question.

“My pleasure, brother,” murmured Hunter, raising her leg up into the air and plunging his fingers inside her needy cunt.

“Oh, fuck,” she cried, filled by the fingers of both men. This was nothing like before when Logan had fucked her with his fingers in both passages. Much like their personalities, each of the men had his own way of touching her. Hunter explored the depths of her cunt with precision and force while Logan's touch was more reverent and gentle. “I need . . . ”

Logan sunk his teeth into the flesh of her ass. “Soon, Tiger. When you can take four of Hunter's fingers and three of mine at the same time, we'll replace them with our cocks. You're almost ready.”

Her toes curled. She already felt filled to capacity. How could she take any more? Maybe her body wasn't built to accommodate two men inside her.

She couldn't do it, but she wanted to. Oh, how she wanted to.

As her mind warred with itself, the men stretched her with their additional fingers, proving their mastery over her body.

It didn't feel good and it didn't feel bad.

It just felt.

Logan withdrew his fingers and cleaned them with an anti-bacterial wipe. Then he snagged two condoms, tossing one to his friend before tearing the wrapper of the other. “Hunter, get on your back and put the condom on.” Logan lifted her limp and shaking body into his arms as Hunter positioned himself in the center of the bed with his head on the pillow and carefully unrolled the rubber down his length. “Climb up and sink down on his cock, Tiger. Let him feel how hot he's made you.”

She didn't hesitate, her empty pussy throbbing with the need to be filled again. Straddling Hunter, she gripped the base of his cock and lined it up with her opening before lowering herself onto him.

He wasn't as wide as Logan, but he was longer, his tip practically bumping against her cervix. Experimenting, she rode his cock almost all the way up before slamming back down on him and emitting a cry of pleasure when his piercing rubbed over her G-spot.

Logan came behind her, his chest against her back. “I need you to bend forward and rest your chest on Hunter's. You can hold on to his shoulders if you need to.”

She was never more thankful that she'd taken all those Pilates. With Hunter's dick inside her pussy, she folded her upper body, wrapping her hands around those biceps of Hunter's she'd been dying to grab.

Hunter smoothed his hand over her hair. “Rachel, you are one sexy woman. I'm so fucking fortunate that your boyfriend chose me to share this with you.”

Logan's hand pressed down on the middle of her back a second before she felt the head of his dick at her back opening. “Relax and let me in, Tiger.”

Inch by inch, he pushed his cock into her ass. She moaned, trapped between the two men as they softly rocked back and forth, comforting her with words of praise. It didn't really hurt, but it was uncomfortable, and she wasn't sure if she enjoyed the sensation of dual penetration.

Then Logan seated himself fully inside her and began fucking her ass with an almost brutal intensity. Her mind went blank as a delicious heat spread throughout her body. It didn't take long before all the discomfort disappeared, leaving behind only white-hot pleasure.

She threw her head back. “More.”

Logan's hands went to her waist and Hunter's to her hips. With a perfect rhythm that proved they had done this before together, they raised her up and down on Hunter's dick as Logan thrust in and out of her ass.