Sweetest Taste of Sin (Southern Sin) (4 page)

J.B. watched Ant walk out the kitchen door, his heart a lead lump in his chest. He heard the sound of his brother’s truck starting and then the gradual rumble of the motor as he drove away. Leaving J.B. hoping he hadn’t fucked up everything.

* * * * *

Logan leaned against the wall, her heart hammering in her chest and tears streaking down her face. J.B. knew she loved Ant. He knew it and he wanted to share her with Ant. For a moment there, she’d stood frozen in disbelief. She’d thought she knew J.B., that nothing he could ever do would surprise her, but he’d stunned her just now. Left her standing in the hallway listening and praying
—for what she couldn’t say.

Did she want them to share her permanently? Ant seemed to think J.B. was out of his mind and part of her agreed. Grand Terre wasn’t the kind of place
where they’d let something like a threesome go unchallenged. Except it wasn’t as though she and J.B. were demonstrative in public anyway. Yeah, they held hands, and now and then he’d give her a little kiss on the cheek, but they weren’t touchy-feely in public. Hell, she’d touched Ant more in public than she had J.B. and the sky hadn’t fallen. No one other than Devon had seemed to have a problem with it, but Devon was very much a rule follower. Always had been.

So no, she could see why J.B. would think they could get away w
ith keeping a threesome secret. But that wasn’t what made her cry. No, that was all Ant.

Who loved her.

Logan remembered every painful moment from last night’s conversation with him. No, not so much a conversation as her baring her soul to him, only to have him go silent. Then that kiss.

God, that kiss. Logan closed her eyes and slumped against the wall to hold herself up. Ant tasted like fire and cool mint. His flavor had hit her taste buds and she’d gone weak in the knees. His kiss had whirled through her like a tornado, ripping away everything
, to leave nothing but the animal within, an animal that wanted its mate and wanted it now. She would’ve fucked him right there if J.B. hadn’t called. The repulsion, the hatred on Ant’s face when he answered the phone had lanced through her, bringing her out of the alcohol-induced haze. She hadn’t known who he hated, her or himself, but it hadn’t mattered because she realized what she’d done.

Only to find out J.B. wanted them to be together. The three of them
, as a family unit, living together, sharing her body. It was the stuff of her fantasies, but Logan didn’t know if she could trust it. She wanted it. God, did she want it. In fact, she could easily see it. Loving J.B. and Ant as she did, she could see coming home to both of them, having both of them in bed with her at night, spending her time with both of them without feeling guilt. It would be a miracle, a dream come true.

But Ant was gone
. He was leaving the house to J.B. because he couldn’t be around her. A sob rose in her throat and she strangled it back, her heart hurting so much she wouldn’t be surprised to see blood on the floor. Ant loved her. J.B. loved her. And she loved both of them. But there would be no happy ending for the three of them.

“I’m sorry,” J.B. said from the kitchen doorway.

Logan opened her eyes to see him leaning against the frame, his face hard with pain and sorrow. Somehow she found herself in his arms, her head pressed to his chest, holding him tightly. She didn’t even realize her crying had escalated until she felt J.B.’s hand stroking her hair and back. A soft, “It’s okay, baby” whispered into her ear. All the pain and uncertainty, the guilt of loving his brother poured out of her in what seemed like an endless crying jag.

“Hush, Lo-Lo,” he ordered gently, his arms tight around her.

“I l-love you, s-so much,” she stammered on a hitch of breath. “And I l-love y-your brother! I’m such a whore.”

“Goddammit, no you aren’t,” he said
, in a firm voice that brooked no argument. His hands gripped her shoulders and he pushed her back until he could look in her in the eye, his face hard with anger. “You are not a whore and don’t you ever talk that way about yourself again, y’hear? You’re a beautiful woman with a big heart. I love that you love my brother as much as you do me. Love it. And I love that we both love you back.” His face tightened. “I don’t know how much you heard, but—”

“Almost all of it,” she blurted. “I felt you leave the bed and I was going to t-tell you wh-what happened l-last night and then y’all started talking.”

“Then you know I want us all to be together.” Logan gave a jerky nod. “And you know it would be difficult. I want you to be with me and with him, at the same time or just sharing your bed at different times. I don’t give a fuck, but I want us all together forever. I love you, babe. Eventually I want to marry you, I want both of us to marry you.” He shook his head when she would have spoken. “I know it wouldn’t be legal, but I want you to belong to
us.
I want us to belong to you. Forever. It won’t be easy, it won’t be something we could advertise to our families, but as far as I’m concerned the three of us and any children we have is our business.”

Logan blinked at him, surprised and overwhelmed. “You want to marry me?”

His smile was startling, but sexy all the same. “I haven’t had the best luck with marriage, true, but in my defense I was a dumb twenty-one when I married Emily. I’m thirty-seven. I know what I want from life, and you’re it. And I want Ant to be a part of that. My marriage to Emily was just…I don’t know. You heard me in there. She wanted him, but not because she loved him. She wanted him because she thought she could have more if she had both of us. Maybe she gave me the idea for both of us to have that with you in the first place, but it makes sense to me. Ant’s my other half. We’ve always been together, except when I was married to Emily, and I don’t want to lose him again. I don’t want to lose you either. So yeah, I want you to marry us, give us children, which we would both love, and be with us for the rest of our lives.”

She didn’t know what to say, wasn’t sure she could even find the words to express her pained joy. Pained because despite J.B.’s belief they could make it work, Ant had left. She shook her head, her hands digging into J.B.’s sides.

“But he left,” she whispered. “And you know him, J.B. He isn’t comin’ back.”

Again with the slow, sexy smile. “Oh he’s comin’ back, baby. We just have to have a plan in place to make sure when he does, he stays. But before we do that, I have to know if this is what you want. If you don’t, I won’t be angry with you. I swear to god. I just want you to be happy. I know you love him, that he loves you, but if this isn’t something you want to
—
Umph.”
He grunted because Logan threw herself into his arms.

“I do want it,” she whispered, a blush heating her cheeks. “I think about it a lot. That’s what happened last night. I was a little drunk and…I sort of told him
I wanted to be with both of you.”

J.B. wrapped his arms around her, his hands moving in slow, sensuous strokes over her back and ass. “Yeah?” he asked, voice a
husky rumble. “I was hopin’ I’d come home to see y’all together. I have to tell ya, baby, part of me wants to know what it feels like to fuck you with another man.” He chuckled when she burrowed deeper into his embrace, her cheeks feeling like fire. His hands dipped down to grip her ass, kneading the globes as he lowered his mouth to whisper in her ear. “I wanna know what it’s like to be in your pussy with him fuckin’ your ass, or me in your ass with him fuckin’ your cunt, baby. I want it so bad I could come right now just thinkin’ about it.”

So could she. The image heated the blood in her veins until it felt like molten lava, her pussy giving a spasm at the thought, soaking her panties.
The hard bulge pressing against her stomach told her J.B. wasn’t lying about what he wanted. His whole body was tense with desire. They’d had anal sex before, only a few times, but the times they’d done it she’d come so hard she’d nearly passed out. The thought of J.B. and Ant moving inside her together… She shuddered hard against J.B. and he chuckled again, the sound vibrating through her to settle right between her legs.

“I take it you like the thought,” he drawled, his hands still kneading her ass, pulling her hips into his. “It’s gonna happen, baby, trust me. We just have to make sure Ant understands we both want it. Can you do that?”

Logan tilted her head back to look at her man—or one of her men, if she had her way—a wicked smile pulling at her lips. “I can hardly wait.”

Chapter Four

The house was dark when Ant pulled into the drive much later that night. He’d planned to stay away until he knew both of them were at work, but that plan was shot to shit when he found out his parents had a houseful of guests. They frequently hosted tour groups at Sugar Downs since it was on the historical register
, and the weekend was booked solid, all the rooms taken. When he and J.B. moved out his parents had turned their rooms into guest rooms, which had never bothered the brothers. The only times they might return home and sleep was if they were there for the holidays and had too much to drink.

He’d thought about going to a hotel, but that was a waste of money when he had a perfectly good bed at home. Well, home for now. Ant hadn’t lied to J.B. He was welcome to the house
. In fact, it seemed appropriate to let J.B. and Logan live there, to raise kids there. Maybe he was a glutton for punishment, because he could easily see the house filled with kids. But he wouldn’t be there to make them and he wouldn’t put Logan in a position where she’d have to face the criticism of the people of Grand Terre. It still pissed him off that J.B. was so ready to throw her to the wolves, but he’d nipped that shit in the bud by leaving.

Except for tonight. It was actually a good thing he was back, he thought
, as he parked his truck around back. He could grab some clothes and shit and not have to come back until he was ready to move. The other part of him, the hungry, selfish part, was all for taking J.B. up on his offer, but no, he wouldn’t do that to Logan. She deserved so much more than that shit.

Ant climbed out the truck, careful to close the door softly
, and made his way to the kitchen door. He let himself into the house, noting the lingering aroma of Logan’s homemade lasagna in the air, and his stomach rumbled. He hadn’t eaten all day. Instead, he’d roamed Calhoun land, following the cane roads in a bid to banish thoughts of that morning from his mind. It hadn’t worked, of course, but he’d fucking tried.

He headed to the fridge, intent on finding leftovers and eating them cold if he had to
, when he heard a deep, rough groan coming from the living room. He froze, skin tight and heart thumping. It came again, followed by a muttered, “Fuck yeah.”

He should leave. Head back out the door and leave. There was no mistaking the sound of J.B.’s voice
, ragged with desire, so he could easily imagine they were fooling around. They might not have heard him drive up at all. God knew he wouldn’t be able to hear a bomb go off if he had Logan under him or over him or anywhere near him. He could leave and they’d never know he was here.

“Fuck yeah, babe, just like that,” J.B.
urged with a gasp.

Sinful images bombarded Ant’s brain. What was she doing? Was she going down on him? Jacking him off? He shouldn’t be thinking about it, wanting to know, but he’d found when it came to Logan, he had no fucking sense. His feet soundlessly carried him across the kitchen.
Don’t look, don’t fucking look, asshole.
But he had to. Why, he couldn’t have said. It would be sheer torture to see her doing anything with his brother, because he wanted to be in J.B.’s place. Wanted to know if Logan went completely wild, if she was a bad girl or a really bad girl beneath that good girl image she had. Sweet as pie, but wicked in bed. He’d heard her orgasms, heard her begging to be fucked, but he’d never heard J.B. sound so undone.

He stopped at the doorway
, as though he hit a brick wall. The television was on, but no one was watching it. J.B. was splayed on the sofa, legs stretched in front of him, spread wide because Logan was between them, her head bobbing an unmistakable motion over his lap. She was in profile to him, her hair pulled away from her face by J.B.’s hand, which helped guide her movements so Ant had a perfect view of his brother’s cock shuttling in and out of her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, her eyes on J.B’s reactions.

Ant’s cock pulsed at the erotic sight, his tip growing slick
, as though he was the one she was sucking off, her movements slow and purposeful, her hand gripping the base. She was naked. They both were, but Logan was the only one he saw. She was gloriously naked, and when J.B. moved his leg down, he caught a flash of her body in profile, her breasts hanging low, nipples hard, her other hand between her legs. Then she moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as she worked herself and J.B., and Ant thought he’d come right there.

J.B. gripped Logan’s hand
where it lay on his cock and moved it to his thigh, urging her to take him deeper. Ant watched, unable to look away, as she slowly, inch-by-inch took him all the way down her throat, her lips meeting the base of his cock, her nose buried in the thick hair at his groin. And his brother grunted, hands clenching on her head, holding her there as he pumped into her throat.

Sweat gathered along Ant’s hairline as
Logan let J.B. fuck her mouth. Then she moved up again, his dick popping out of her mouth as she sucked in a gasping breath. But she didn’t seem put off by J.B.’s rough treatment. No, she went right back at it, her tongue sliding along the heavy vein running down his shaft, her hand slipping between his legs to fondle his balls, which she lifted to take into her mouth one after the other. Ant gripped the edge of the door, clenching hard on the wood, because if he didn’t, he’d join them. And that was wrong. Right? It was wrong to want to pound into her from behind as she sucked his brother off.

He watched as her pink tongue trailed back up J.B.’s long length
, pausing to swirl around the tip, a sly smile on her face, as though she was tasting her favorite treat. The woman obviously loved giving blowjobs because she didn’t waste any more time, taking J.B. all the way down her throat again, her hand moving fasterbetween her legs. As she fucked him, she fucked herself and brought herself closer and closer, her moans and whimpers filling the air along with J.B.’s grunts of encouragement.

His cock was so hard, he was sure he’d have permanent damage from his zipper, but Ant couldn’t tear his gaze away. Not when Logan’s hips began to move, when J.B. began to thrust into her mouth
, as he would her pussy, and she took it and seemed to want more.

He didn’t even move when J.B. asked, “Your pussy wet, baby?”

Logan pulled off his dick, panting, her hand taking up where her mouth left off, stroking him with sure movements. “Yeah,” she panted.

“You want a hard cock in your cunt, baby?” Ant swallowed hard, heart thundering in his chest and his ears, nearly drowning out her whispered
, “Yes”. J.B. smiled, a brief flash of teeth in the faint light cast by the television. “That’s too bad because I wanna come in our mouth, on your face. You want that?”

Logan moaned, her hand moving faster on his dick, obviously loving the thought of swallowing a load and having it sprayed on her face. Ant’s fingers cramped from gripping the doorframe, his balls drawn up tight
, as the tingling at his spine grew stronger. She was a very bad girl, his favorite kind. There was just something about coming on a woman that turned him on, always had. Not all women liked it, but those who did were pure gold in his eyes. And knowing Logan was one of them made him want her even more.

“Yes, come on my face,” she whispered
, her tongue flicking out to swipe at the slick crown in front of her mouth.

“But you want to be fucked, don’t you? Want to have a hard cock pounding in your pussy until you come
. Want to have it in your mouth and your pussy. Don’t you?”

The hand between her legs moved faster and Ant imagined she was thrusting her fingers in
and out of her sex, trying to simulate a cock, but apparently it wasn’t enough because she gave a frustrated moan. “Yes, yes, please, J.B.”

Then his brother’s head lolled on the back of
the sofa, turning in Ant’s direction, and J.B. looked right at him. “Well, bro? You gonna help our girl out, or just stand there with your dick in your hands?”

Logan’s heart pounded, and not just from the lust heating her blood. She was so hot and ready for a good, hard fucking, she felt almost mindless from it. She and J.B. had fooled around in the living room after dinner, nothing heavy, but it’d lasted for what felt like hours. Then when she took matters into her own hands and went to her knees in front of him, things got hot fast.

She loved taking him in her mouth. She loved everything they did together, but it was heady to know she could make him moan and groan. And it turned her on. God, his body was a masterpiece of hard muscle and sleek lines
, and having him sprawled on the sofa, hers to pleasure, was a dream come true. It was also frustrating as hell because J.B. liked to work her up, to tease her and taunt her until she thought she’d lost her mind.

He’d ordered her to touch herself and she did. But he’d also ordered her not to let herself come. God, that was hard. Having his long, thick length in her mouth, tasting his pre
-cum, and touching herself was a recipe for a hard orgasm. Except he was denying her. She was so slick and sensitive, a stray breeze could set her off. But she listened to him because he’d never led her wrong. All the teasing, all the prep work meant when she came it was explosive, so she trusted him not to leave her hanging.

But his words snapped her out of her daze
. She stopped lapping at J.B.’s cock and followed the direction of his gaze to see Ant standing in the kitchen doorway. It was almost déjà vu from the morning before, but this time she was naked and sucking his brother off. And very much enjoying it. And Ant was watching them. There was no mistaking the hard bulge in his jeans, the hectic color staining his cheeks or the hard set to his face as he clutched the doorway, as though to hold himself in place.

Logan thought back to J.B.’s words from earlier, about making Ant want to stay
, and for a fleeting moment wondered if he’d set this up. But then he couldn’t have known Ant was coming home tonight. Or did he know? The biggest question was, did she even care if this was a setup? This was her deepest, darkest fantasy playing out right before her eyes. The men she loved in the same room while she was naked and hungry and both of them were sporting erections. No, she didn’t give a shit if this was a setup.

She wanted them both. Her body ached for them. And she hadn’t lied. She wanted J.B. to come in her mouth and on her face and she wanted a hard dick working her sex, pounding into her until she came so hard she saw stars. And she wanted to be between them, working both of them. Her pussy clenched, approving of the idea wholeheartedly.

“Ant?” she whispered, not sure what she’d say. He grimaced, shifting his feet as though he was about to walk away. “Please, Ant,” she pleaded. “Please be with us. With me.”

He dropped a hand from the frame and plastered it over his face with a groan. “Fuck, Logan. This isn’t right.”

Logan sat back on her heels, not caring that she was naked in front of them, that they could see her thighs were slick with her arousal. This was what she wanted—the men she loved to be with her, at the same time.

“If it’s what we all want, it’s right for us,” she told him softly. “
Nothing outside of this house matters. I love you and I love J.B. There’s nothing wrong with that. I want you here. J.B. wants you here.” J.B. sat up and stroked her hair, obviously hearing the slight waver in her voice as she poured her heart out to them. His touch gave her strength, and she straightened her back. “For so long I felt guilty for loving you and him that I hated myself for it, thinking I was a s-slut,” J.B.’s fingers tangled in her hair, a silent warning, while Ant puffed up with anger on her behalf.

“You’re not a slut,” he growled.

Logan smiled softly. “I know that now, because I only want you two. That makes me sound like a greedy bitch, but I’m okay with that, because I love you. If this was just sex, I’d argue that point with you, but it isn’t. This is love, Ant. J.B. knows I love him, that my feelings for him don’t have anything to do with my feelings for you. But I realized today that there’s nothing wrong with loving more than one person. Not if it’s real love, which it is. I want to have both of you in my life, in my bed. I want to share my future with both of y’all, to give y’all babies and to raise them with both of you. And it won’t matter whose is whose because they’ll be
ours.
”

She knelt in the middle of their living room, naked as the day she was born, her soul laid bare for them to see
, and waited. She waited for Ant to make his move, whether it was to leave or join them, and prayed she hadn’t messed it up. If he walked away, it’d break her heart in a million pieces. She could be happy with just J.B., she knew she could, but she wanted it all. She wanted Ant’s love too. Logan could only hope and pray he’d give it to her.

When he shoved away from the door, it was to turn and head back into the kitchen. Logan’s heart dropped into her stomach. God, he was leaving. He wasn’t going to join them, to take what they had together to the next level. The urge to cry, to sob her heart out
, crawled up her throat, causing it to squeeze and ache. J.B. slid off the sofa to gather her into his arms, holding her tight. She could feel his body shaking, knew he was pissed off. No, enraged that his brother had hurt her. She wanted to tell him it was okay, that she’d be okay, but she couldn’t get past the ache in her throat that made it hard to breathe, much less speak.