Saving Savannah (Haven Book 3)

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by Laylah Roberts


  She had? What?

  “The homework Molly gave you? You’ve written those affirmations yet?”

  Drat. She’d hoped they’d forget about that.

  Yeah, right, she’d have better luck wishing for snow in July.

  “Oh, that.”

  “Yes, that,” Max said. “Well? Do you want to show us what you wrote?”

  Nope. Mainly because she hadn’t written anything. But also, because she didn’t really want to share.

  She looked at them both. “I haven’t had time. It’s only been a few hours since my session. I’ll do it tomorrow.”

  Max raised one eyebrow.

  “Sounded to me like Molly expected you to have started days ago, darlin’,” Logan commented. “And you didn’t do as you were told.”

  She put her hands on her hips. “She’s not the boss of me.”

  “Nope,” Max agreed. “We are.”

  Arrogant male. “I wouldn’t say that exactly.”

  “You have twenty minutes to go write something. You can use my office. Then come back in here and read it to us.”

  “I don’t know what to write.”

  “I don’t understand what she meant. What are self-affirmations?” Logan asked.

  “When you say things about yourself you’re good at,” Max told him. “Like, I have a good work ethic. When you have a bad memory or something you can say them to yourself to help fight negative thoughts.”

  “Oh, so Savannah needs to come up with things about herself that she does well?”

  “It’s not that easy,” she muttered.

  “You do plenty of things well.” Logan winked at her. “I can tell you one right now.”

  She blushed, knowing what his mind had turned to. “I’m not writing that, Logan!”

  “When’s your next session?” Max asked.

  “In three days.”

  “Okay, write one each night, and we’ll do the same. We can share them before your next session.”

  “What? Now I have homework?” Logan groaned.

  “Go on,” Max told her. “One affirmation isn’t that hard to think of. It’ll be even harder if you have to think of one while sitting on a hot ass.”

  She glared at him, but he just gave her a stern look.

  Okay, so maybe Max had been paying attention to Molly’s instructions. She walked out of the room and moved into his office, grabbing one of the blank workbooks they kept. She opened it up to a clean page then glared at it.

  She didn’t want to do this.

  Maybe she’d go take that spanking. But he’d threatened to make her do this even after the spanking.

  A spanking could be good though. Especially the cuddles after, then making up . . . she sighed. But she’d be right back here, wouldn’t she?

  All she had to do was write something she was good at.

  She tapped her pen against the page.

  I give excellent blow jobs.

  She crossed that out with a groan. “Logan, you idiot, now you’ve got me writing it.” I can just imagine telling Molly that. She leaned her forehead against the desk. This was not going to be easy.

  ***

  Logan paced back and forth in the living room. “What do you think’s taking her so long?”

  It had taken him two seconds to write his affirmation. He was good at fixing things. Done. Easy. How hard could it be for Savannah to think of something? She was amazing at so many things.

  “Maybe you shouldn’t have threatened to spank her,” he said worriedly. What if Max had frightened her?

  Max ran his hand over his face, looking exhausted. “How often did you threaten to spank her before she was taken by Stanton?”

  Logan snorted. “Too many times to count.”

  “You heard the therapist. She needs to feel like herself again. Strong. Normal. Treating her like she might break makes her feel powerless. We need to take off the kid gloves and help her take back her life. That means treating her like she’s our wife. Our wife whom we protect, cherish, and spank.”

  “You got all that out of a few minutes of talking to her shrink?”

  Max shrugged. “I know what it’s like to feel like your whole world has been turned upside down and you just want what you once had. You want it so desperately you’ll do anything to get that feeling back.”

  “Is that how you felt after you left the armed forces?” A quiet voice asked.

  Logan turned to see Savannah standing in the doorway.

  Max looked over at her, his face serious. “Yeah, it is. The shrink I had was a sick asshole who got off on hearing about what I’d seen and done. He wanted details I wouldn’t give him.”

  “That bastard,” Savannah said fiercely, walking over to Max. “I can’t imagine how hard it was for you. After everything you’d gone through, to have someone who should have helped you fail you like that.”

  “Logan helped me. By not giving up even when I was a complete asshole.”

  “You still are,” Logan muttered.

  Max reached out and cupped Savannah’s face between his hands. Then he kissed her gently. Logan watched them, his breath caught in his lungs at the sight of them together. The two most important people in his world. He’d do anything to make their hurt disappear. To take it all on himself. But he couldn’t. All he could do was be there for them. However they needed him to be.

  “You helped me more than I can say, Savannah. You made me feel again. Really feel. You made me laugh. It was hard and it took time, and I’m not saying I’ll ever be fully recovered. But whenever those old memories threaten me, I have my ways of coping. I go for a ride, I cuddle you, I pick a fight with Logan and punch on him for a while.”

  Savannah grinned. “Not sure that Molly would consider that an appropriate coping mechanism.”

  Max smiled back. “Maybe not, but it sure is fun.”

  “Jerk,” Logan said without heat. If Max needed to hit on him to feel better, he didn’t care. He’d do whatever he needed to help his brother.

  “You need your own coping mechanisms,” Max told her. “Like the exercises Molly gives you. The self-affirmations.”

  “I might have another idea of a coping mechanism,” she said.

  “Yeah, what’s that?” Logan asked. He hoped it wasn’t something else that involved him having to write shit about himself.

  “Sex.”

  Well, Molly said she needed to ask for what she needed. So she had.

  Max’s eyes widened, then he smiled. The lines around his eyes deepened. Were there more there than there had been a few weeks ago? Maybe. They just made him look sexier.

  “That so?” Max drawled, running his hands down her back and cupping her ass.

  She nodded.

  “I think our wife has needs we’re not meeting,” Max said to Logan although his gaze never left hers.

  She felt Logan move up behind her, not touching her but close enough she could feel the heat of him against her back. He brushed his lips against the spot where her neck and shoulder met.

  She shivered, arching back into him.

  “We can’t have that,” Logan murmured. “It’s our duty as her husbands to see to all of her needs.”

  Max cupped her face once more. “First, we have to make sure she’s done her homework. Did you write your self-affirmation down, love?”

  She swallowed heavily as Logan nibbled his way up her neck then blew gently in her ear.

  Fuck! She shivered as need swamped her.

  Max tucked two fingers under her chin, raising her face up so she was forced to look into his dark gaze. “Savannah, did you do your homework or are you going over my knee before I have you under me?”

  Oh, hell. Oh, hell. Part of her was tempted to lie.

  “I did it.”

  “And what did you write, darlin’?” Logan asked her before he bit down gently on the top of her ear.

  “I . . . ah . . . Jesus, Logan, how can I think when you’re doing that to me!”

  Max cupped h
er breasts, rubbing his thumbs across the hard nipples that pressed against her top. “What did you write, Savannah?” Max’s voice was pure demand.

  “I wrote that I have good graphic design skills.”

  Logan brushed his hands down her side. “I liked my idea better.”

  “I can’t write that I’m good at giving you a blow job, Logan. Jesus, I can’t tell Molly that!”

  Logan stilled. Then he snorted out a laugh. “I didn’t mean that one, darlin’.”

  “Oh.” She blushed, and Max grinned at her.

  “We wrote some for you as well as ourselves,” Max told her. “I wrote that you’re good at making me laugh. That you make me forget all my worries and stresses.”

  Well, those were better than hers.

  She turned her head to look at Logan. He kissed the top of her shoulder. “I wrote that you make me want to be a better person.

  “Oh. Thank you. Both of you.”

  “No need to thank us for telling you the truth.” Max drew her close once more. “Just remember, no matter what happens, you always come first for us. Not matter what we do or how we act, that never changes.”

  He was staring at her intently. Almost as though he was trying to tell her something.

  “Max, is everything okay?”

  Immediately, his face became blank. Then he smiled. It was the fake one she hated. “Of course.”

  Logan snorted. “Anyone can see it’s not.”

  “It’s nothing for you to worry about,” he said, smoothing her hair back from her face.

  She didn’t like the sound of that. “Max—”

  He stopped her by pressing his lips against hers. She knew he was trying to distract her. And, damn him, it was working.

  When he pulled away, she swayed slightly. Logan clasped her around the waist, leaning in. “You sure about this, darlin’?”

  “Yes. God, yes. I need you. Both of you, please.”

  “You know we’ll give you whatever you need,” Max told her, running his thumb over her lower lip. “If you feel scared or uncomfortable or you just want to slow down, you tell us.”

  She nodded impatiently. Anything to get them to stop talking and start touching her. Savannah reached out and ran her hands over Max’s chest. “I want to touch you. I could hardly keep myself from touching you as I watched you sleep last night.”

  He raised one eyebrow. “That so? Why didn’t you?”

  She shrugged. “Guess I wasn’t sure what your reaction would have been.”

  “I’d have dragged you onto that mattress with me and made love to you until we were both so exhausted we couldn’t think straight, let alone have nightmares.”

  “Can we do that now?”

  He stepped away and stripped his T-shirt off, displaying those mouth-watering abs. He reached for his jeans and pulled them down, so he was dressed in just his boxers.

  “You’re gorgeous.” Her confidence grew as she took in the way his cock pressed against his shorts. He cupped himself.

  “You can see how much I want you, Savi.”

  And she wanted him. Desperately. She ran her hands over his shoulders, down his chest, and over his firm abs. Then she followed the same path with her mouth, licking her way around his nipples before scraping her teeth over the hard nubs. She heard him groan and smiled to herself. Reaching around, she grabbed hold of his ass before dropping to her knees. Breathing heavily, she looked up at him. “May I?”

  Max nodded, and she pulled his briefs down, revealing his thick, hard cock.

  Oh, God, yes.

  Savannah dragged his underwear off his legs, tossing them away before leaning in and taking the head of his cock into her mouth.

  “Savannah, Jesus, baby. Yes.”

  He ran his hand over her head as she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and licked the head. She pressed the tip of her tongue into the slit on the head, lapping at it.

  “Fuck!” he groaned.

  Hands touched her hips, and she startled slightly.

  “Easy, darlin’, it’s just me.”

  Of course it was. She turned to give Logan an apologetic smile. Her eyes widened as she saw he was already naked. “Sorry.”

  He shook his head. “No need to apologize, I should have warned you.”

  Frustration filled her. “I want this to be normal. Like it was before.”

  “Lots of people wouldn’t call having two husbands normal,” Max pointed out.

  She turned to look up at him. “You know what I mean.”

  “I do. The thing is, though, things might never be like they once were. Doesn’t mean things won’t be good. Or better. So you startle when one of us touches you without warning? Who cares? We’ll give you a minute to recover then we’ll continue.”

  He pointed at his cock.

  She raised her eyebrows. “That your subtle way of telling me to keep sucking you off?”

  “Hmm, must be doing it wrong. I wasn’t going for subtle.”

  She snorted. Yeah, she got that. But she returned her mouth to his cock, taking him as deeply as she could.

  “Hell, yeah, that’s it, baby.” She braced her other hand against his thigh as she licked her way back up his cock. God, she’d missed this. Missed them.

  Logan ran his hands down her back then squeezed her ass. Need tightened her insides, and she pressed back against him. Wanting more, craving his touch against her skin. She ran her tongue around the head of Max’s cock before sucking on him.

  “Shit. I can’t take much more, I’m going to come, and I want to be inside you.” He drew her head away and stepped back, holding out a hand to her.

  As Savannah stood, he and Logan stripped her slowly, revealing her skin, inch by inch. Her full breasts, tipped with red, taut nipples. She always complained they were too big, that they got in her way, but Max loved her breasts. He loved all of her. The way her hips flared out. Her firm ass. Her sweet pussy. She was much thinner than she had been. Too thin to his way of thinking. He looked over at his brother who was studying their naked wife.

  Logan met his gaze and Max knew his twin had had the same thought.

  “What is it?” she asked, raising up one hand to cover her breasts. The other dropped to her pussy. “I know I look different. I have scars. Maybe you don’t think I’m as attractive. I—”

  Logan took her mouth with his, kissing her as Max watched. When his brother pulled back, it was Max’s turn. He cupped her face between his hands, staring down into her beautiful eyes. “You are beautiful. You always will be, no matter what.”

  “You don’t care that he t-touched me?”

  “Fuck,” Logan muttered under his breath. Max sent him a look even as he tried to smother the anger rising within him. He should have killed that bastard. It was what he deserved.

  “Love, no,” Max told her tenderly. “He was a sick bastard who had no right being anywhere near you. None of what happened to you makes you in any way less attractive to us. Nothing that he did to you could ever affect the way we feel about you.”

  “We love you, Savannah,” Logan added, coming to stand beside him. Presenting a united front.

  She took in a shuddering breath then sent them a small smile. It wasn’t her usual grin, but it was better than they’d gotten just a couple of weeks ago. Their wife was coming back to them.

  Right when he had to fucking leave.

  He pushed that thought from his mind. Leaning in, he kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, her lips. “Let us show you how much we want you. How much we need you.”

  She nodded slowly, her lips parting as her breathing became faster. His dick throbbed, wanting to be inside her. He cupped one breast, then leaned down and took her hard nipple into his mouth. Logan moved closer, and Max glanced over to see him doing the same. He flicked her nipple with his tongue before sucking on it. With his free hand, he reached around and squeezed her ass the way he knew she liked.

  He lightly bit her nipple then soothed it with his tongue until she w
as moaning, almost swaying with pleasure. She wrapped her hand around his hair, tugging at it gently. He moved behind her, kissing the scars that remained. She stiffened slightly but he just lapped at them with his tongue until she relaxed.

  Max drew back, turning her. Her eyes were heavy-lidded and glazed with desire. “Logan, lift her for me.”

  “What? Oh, God,” she squealed as Logan moved behind her and bent, picking her up, so her back was to his front. He pulled her thighs apart.

  Max knelt between her open legs as Logan held her open for him.

  “But I haven’t waxed,” she cried as Max parted her lips. He gave her a sharp smack on her pussy, and she moaned. He could feel her heat, see how wet she was.

  “Enough of that,” he growled. “Like we care.” He couldn’t give a shit. Sure, it was nice when she was bare, it meant he could see everything, but all he really wanted was her.

  He took one long lick of her pussy from the bottom to the top where he flicked her swollen clit. He loved the taste of her. Just ever so slightly sweet. He could do this to her all day, just listening to those little cries of pleasure she made.

  “You’re so wet. How long have you needed us? How long have you kept this quiet?”

  She stiffened, and he ran his hands over her thighs. “Sh, it’s okay. I’m not angry or upset. I’m just sorry we didn’t realize it sooner.”

  “Really sorry,” Logan added, not sounding the least bit strained at holding her weight. But Max knew that if he wanted her to come in this position, then he should probably shut up and get to it.

  He circled her clit with his tongue as he thrust two fingers deep into her.

  “Oh, God, yes.”

  He grinned against her pussy. He loved how open she was when they were having sex. There was no making love in silence with her. He lapped at her, thrusting his fingers in deep. In and out.

  “Max, oh Max.” He felt her stiffen, then her pussy pulsed around him, clenching down on his fingers as she cried out again. Satisfaction filled him.

  He needed to feel her around his cock. Standing, he took her from Logan with a nod of thanks. He carried her to the sofa and sat with her on his lap. Clasping her around the hips, he raised her up then sank into her.

 

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