by Stasia Black
“Oh my God,” Vanessa whispered, her eyes flicking between Riordan and Ross’s cock’s. “Will they fit?”
“Shh,” Logan said, immediately moving to her side. “Just lay back, baby. We’ll go slow and get your body ready. Nothing will happen that you don’t want to.”
Vanessa reached out and grasped Logan’s hand, but she looked at all of them when she said, “But I do. Want to.”
Logan gulped hard and, not taking his eyes off the courageous woman in front of him clipped out, “Riordan, on the bed, head between Vanessa’s legs. You’re going to learn how to eat our wife out. Ross, get close to watch what he’s doing because you’re next.”
Cam didn’t say anything, for once, and Logan was glad. If he had, Logan might not have been able to get his next words past the lump in his throat. “Only after she’s ready, Cam, you can be the first to make love to our wife.”
Still Cam didn’t say anything, he just nodded vigorously and came to sit on the bed beside Vanessa’s head, opposite Logan.
“Boys,” Logan addressed the twins, his voice hoarse, “pull her underwear off.”
Ross grabbed the flimsy fabric at one hip and Riordan took the other side. Ross started to efficiently yank it down her thigh and Logan shook his head.
“Gently. Every touch is part of the seduction.”
Ross looked at him with wide eyes. “Seduction? But we’re married.”
Jesus, was the kid serious?
“Yeah and if you wanna stay that way you better learn how to seduce your wife,” Logan growled.
Ross just nodded like an eager student so Logan guessed his heart was in the right place. He was just genuinely clueless.
“Like this,” Logan said. He leaned over and gripped Vanessa’s hip, kneading her flesh in his fingers.
Jesus Christ she felt good. Logan’s eyes dropped closed and before he could stop himself he leaned over, pushing the kid out of the way.
He ran his nose up the inseam of her thigh and then, oh Jesus, to the apex where her aroma— He felt her stomach flex and her legs start to tremble.
He bit down on the top hem of her underwear and dragged them downward. As he did, even more of her scent was released and his nose skimmed right over her curls.
He reached up with his hand to take over for his teeth and dragged her underwear the rest of the way down as he opened his eyes.
His breath rushed out in one great whoosh as he yanked the panties off her left leg and then grabbed her thigh and shoved it roughly open against the bed.
Exposing the fucking promised land.
Her pussy was pink and the lips glistened with her arousal. Logan spread her thighs open even wider and he could see all of her—the swollen bud of her clitoris. The opening hidden behind those drenched lips.
Dive in. Lick up every ounce of that honey. Let her feel your thick fingers inside her, stretching her while you suck on her clit and bring her to climax after climax—
“Logan,” Vanessa gasped. “Yes.”
But as if her words startled him out of a dream, Logan yanked back from her, blinking hard. What the fuck—?
He was breathing so hard his chest moved up and down like a goddamned old timey bellows. And his cock, Jesus Christ, his cock. He knew he was already weeping precum.
He jacked off sometimes like any guy but these days it was only once every couple weeks and more out of habit than anything. Just cleaning out the pipes. And he always, always, thought of Jenny while he did it.
So what the fuck was his cock doing reacting to another woman like this?
“Riordan,” Logan snapped. “Lick up her sweetness. Now.”
Thank fuck Riordan didn’t need to be told twice. He moved between Vanessa’s legs and after only a moment’s hesitation, he extended his tongue.
He licked up her cunt in one long swipe that had Vanessa shuddering beneath him.
Obviously encouraged by her reaction, Riordan did it again. Licking her like she was a damn lollipop.
Logan was still breathing hard. Taking her scent inside him with every breath. And with every breath, fighting the impulse to shove the kid out of the way and devour her himself.
He ran a hand through his hair and then grunted, “All right, now suck on her clit.”
Riordan paused, questioning eyes shooting Logan’s way even while his tongue was still extended.
“She’s not a fucking popsicle,” Camden said, smirking as he leaned over Vanessa’s chest and teasingly licked just the tip of his tongue around her nipple. She hissed and arched into him.
“Here.” Logan’s hand shook with restraint as he reached back toward Vanessa’s spread thighs. And the second he made contact with her flesh, he couldn’t help the moan that rumbled up his throat.
He also couldn’t help rolling his middle finger around the swollen nub of her clit.
She squealed in response, one hand going to the back of Camden’s head, pressing him more firmly to her breast.
And her other hand—Jesus, her other hand grasped Logan’s with a passionate desperation that telegraphed her pleasure so clearly he couldn’t help giving her clit another circle.
“This is her clitoris,” Logan whispered to Riordan, barely able to get the words out. “Sucking on it will drive her crazy.”
And then, before he could stop himself, Logan licked his lips and dragged his fingers through her drenched sex down to her sweet virgin hole. “And dip your fingers in here.” Logan’s voice was little more than a rasp as he pushed his forefinger inside Vanessa.
Her hot flesh closed around his finger and suckered onto him so fucking tight. Jesus Christ, oh fuck, she was—
Riordan dropped back down and started sucking on her clit.
Logan should pull his hand back. Riordan could do this part.
Instead Logan pushed his finger in deeper, turning to watch Vanessa’s face. And he was rewarded.
He thought her face was flushed before?
It was nothing to the two crimson spots high on the apples of her cheeks. Her mouth dropped open in helpless gasps, and her eyes went wide, her eyebrows almost at her hairline. She looked down her body, eyes flicking from Camden mercilessly sucking on her breasts to Riordan and Logan working her cunt.
But it wasn’t until her eyes met Logan’s that her gasps turned to high-pitched squeals of ecstasy.
She was close. Jesus she was close.
Had he ever— She was so responsive. He dragged his finger in and out of her pussy and he could see the reaction on her face at his every move. And when he slowly worked a second finger inside her, stretching her even more?
Her breathy squeals became one long cry as she arched against Camden and her stomach and leg muscles went tense.
She was coming and Riordan kept sucking her clit noisily through it. She squeezed Logan’s hand so hard he thought he might lose circulation but he didn’t care. Jesus, he didn’t care. He was on the edge himself and he didn’t even have a hand on his cock.
Just watching her was enough—
Fuck, she was so magnificent.
She was— Logan blinked, his thoughts careening crazily.
She was—
Not Jenny.
The thought should have had him yanking his hand back from her hot, young flesh. But it didn’t.
Because another thought was singing a siren song almost as loud:
She was… his.
Vanessa was his. That’s what she was.
“I think you’re ready for me, sweetheart,” Camden said, moving from her berry-red nipples to kiss her long and deep.
Logan finally withdrew his fingers from her sweet depths, but he didn’t move from where he leaned beside her in the bed. She was still clutching his hand, after all.
Chaotic thoughts warred in his head.
Jenny.
Do you take this woman as your lawfully wedded wife?
Vanessa.
You will belong to one another. An unbroken circle. You must trust, love, and respect one an
other.
“All right, sweetheart,” Camden said. “Can you feel me?”
“Yes,” Vanessa breathed out. “Michael? Logan? Are you with me?”
Logan’s attention snapped back to Vanessa, everything else in his head quieting at the sound of her voice calling his name.
“I’m here, baby,” he said, squeezing her hand back. He glanced down only briefly to where Camden was feeding his cock into the pussy that only moments before Logan had been stretching and preparing.
He turned back to Vanessa’s face and saw a virgin’s anxiety in her features.
“You don’t have t—”
“I want it,” she repeated what she’d said earlier. “But Logan, will you kiss me?”
In that moment, he would have done anything for her. Anything to help her final transition to womanhood go as smooth as possible. For her to find pleasure in this moment instead of pain.
He looked Camden’s way one last moment and warned, “Slow,” in a deadly voice.
“I swear, I won’t hurt her.”
It was the most solemn Logan had ever seen Camden, so, satisfied, he turned back to Vanessa.
He cupped her cheek. Jesus, she seemed so fragile against his big hand. Too small. Too breakable.
So at first he just dropped the lightest kiss on her lips.
Yours were the first lips she ever kissed.
In her entire life.
You were her first.
And you will be her last.
Logan brushed the errant, troubling thought away. He was just here to make her wedding night go smoothly. That was all.
Just this one night.
Just this one kiss.
He closed his eyes as he took the kiss deeper. Drawing her tongue into his mouth and teasing the tip of it with the tip of his own tongue.
The gasp he drew from her made a satisfaction he couldn’t explain roar from somewhere deep inside him.
And then she hiccupped and her breathing sped up.
Logan knew it wasn’t only from his kiss.
Camden was breeching her.
Had he reached her maidenhood?
Logan laid fully down beside her and drew her as much as he could into his arms while she still lay open to Camden.
But Logan was there, holding her and trying to drug her with kisses as Camden took what she’d determined would be taken tonight.
When she cried out, Logan wanted to rip the other man’s heart out of his chest for ever causing her pain.
Thoughts like that wouldn’t do Vanessa any good.
So he just kept whispering, “Baby, you’re doing so good. You’re so beautiful. That’s right, baby. You’re driving us crazy. You’re doing so good. You’re perfect.”
When kissing her didn’t seem to be enough distraction, Logan dropped a hand to play with her breasts, circling and pinching lightly at her nipples.
And Camden for his part was taking it slow.
He didn’t start moving his hips until Vanessa’s breathing came back to something resembling normal and even when he did, he was unhurried. Slow and steady.
Logan kissed from her lips down to nuzzle against her neck. He nibbled on her ear until she was turning her head and begging for his lips again.
And soon, even though it felt like decades, her little gasps of pleasure returned.
Except this time, they were accompanied by the bed thumping the wall with Camden’s every thrust.
“Look, baby,” Logan whispered. “Look down at him fucking you.”
Logan kissed around to the sides of her breast so she could see down her body to where Camden’s cock was disappearing inside her. Logan knew it was only right to give them that moment.
Camden moved and took her mouth while he continued fucking her.
Logan pulled back even more, now only connected by the hand she still held. He closed his eyes, unable to watch now.
Camden was her husband.
The husband who could give her all the things Logan couldn’t.
He could give her everything—including his whole self.
He wasn’t a ghost.
It was time for Logan to go.
He squeezed his eyes shut even harder against the need pulsing in his cock and the draw of the woman who now bore his name.
None of that mattered.
Go. It’s time to go.
He’d done what he’d come here to do. He’d helped her through losing her virginity and the men had all behaved admirably. Even Camden.
“So fuckin’ tight,” Camden gasped between kisses. “Sweetheart, I’m— Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
Vanessa had wrapped her legs around Camden’s hips and she pulled him even tighter into her as he came.
Logan would have gone but she wouldn’t let go of his hand.
She kissed Camden again and let out the sweetest little giggle.
And it all sent a spear through Logan’s goddamned heart.
It wasn’t jealousy this time. No, it was knowing that he’d never experience another moment like this. He’d never allow himself back into this bedroom. It was too… too much.
People called him Ghost because they didn’t understand. He just lived life simple these days. It was the way he needed to be. He didn’t mix much with people and tonight was the perfect example of why.
It got… messy when you let yourself get involved. Emotions and memories and…no, he just didn’t do messy.
He remembered a church service from back in the day when he and Jenny went to those things. The pastor went on and on about how the word holy meant ‘separate.’
So living separate from people wasn’t a bad thing. It was holy, even. Like the monks. He was a modern day monk, that was all.
And monks didn’t do… whatever this was tonight. Monks didn’t get married and monks didn’t get hard-ons that could break down brick walls.
Monks were disciplined.
They lived by a code.
They lived separate.
They were holy.
So Logan was about to pry his hand away from Vanessa’s in spite of her death grip when she said, “Okay, Riordan, now you. And Logan, should we try a different position? Maybe, what do they call it? Doggy style? Like where he takes me from behind?”
Doggy— Did she really—
And just like that, every single ounce of self-control Logan was barely clinging onto fucking snapped.
Maybe it was hearing ‘doggy style’ come out of her mouth. Maybe it was the fact that she even knew the term in the first place.
But the nail in his coffin was when she flipped over like a fish and got up on her hands and knees, swaying that lovely ass in the air.
Riordan’s eyes had gone bright and he started to move behind her but Logan shoved him out of the way at the last second and grabbed Vanessa’s hips.
“Jesus, woman,” he hissed, massaging one of her ass cheeks and then giving it a smack. With that sharp sound, eight years of repressed urges slammed into him. He lost hold of who he was, who he’d vowed to be, everything he knew. With the sound of that slap, Logan Washington was like a man possessed. If he could have been on the ceiling looking down, he wouldn’t have recognized himself. In the back of his mind, he knew all of this, but he didn’t fucking care. Not one bit.
She let out a little cry but by the way she pressed her ass back against his dick, goddamn, she liked it.
His woman was dirty and even though she’d just been fucked, she wanted more.
Logan grabbed his long cock and put it between her thighs until he was running his shaft against the lips of her sex.
“That’s right, baby,” Logan said, chest heaving. “Soak my cock with your pussy juice. Slick me up real nice.”
She cried out—he didn’t know if it was from the feel of his cock rubbing against her cunt or from his dirty words.
His cock pulsed from the contact with her most intimate fucking place. “That’s right, baby. You love having another cock between your legs, don’t you? You fucking love i
t.”
He pulled his dick from between her legs and then grabbed her ass cheeks. He shoved his cock in the crack between them and smushed her ass around it until he made a tunnel of flesh to fuck without actually penetrating. As far gone as he was, he still couldn’t allow himself that pleasure.
Jesus Christ that felt good. She was so damn hot. He hadn’t allowed himself even the smallest amount of friction before now, but her hot fucking body, and the way she wriggled against him— Fuck. It was so—
He smacked her ass again.
“Ross, rub her clit,” Logan ordered, eyes never leaving her sweet ass. She was skinny, too skinny, but like her tits, she still had enough ass to count. He mashed her ass cheeks in between his hands as he fucked them more vigorously.
“Riordan. Move up the bed. Vanessa, baby. I want you to suck his cock. I’ll tell you how.”
“Yes,” she cried, hips moving back against Logan even more frantically now that Ross was working her clit. He was a quick study. Good.
Logan ran a hand down her spine as Riordan sat at the head of the bed and fed the tip of his cock into Vanessa’s mouth.
Fucking hottest, dirtiest thing Logan had ever seen.
And that was what Logan wanted. To dirty up their sweet little perfect angel. To make her so fucking dirty and for her to come so goddamned hard she never forgot exactly who it was she belonged to.
Riordan was huge and Vanessa was soon gagging around him.
Logan smacked her ass again. “That’s right, baby. Don’t be afraid to gag on him. If it’s too much, though, you can stop.”
Vanessa only grabbed the root of Riordan’s fat cock in her fist and bobbed lower on it, though.
“That’s it, baby,” Logan growled as Riordan’s head tipped against the wall and his eyes rolled back in his head.
“Suck him hard,” Logan kept on ruthlessly. “Don’t be pretty about it, either. I want your drool dripping down over his balls. I want you to feel him at the back of your throat. Maybe not tonight, but one day soon, you’re gonna learn how to swallow him all the way down. Yes, even those twin goddamn pythons. You’ll be swallowing them like a fucking pro, baby.”