by Avet, Danica
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 co
me 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.
Then she heard the jingle of a belt buckle and pulled her head away from J.B.’s shoulder to see Ant standing next to them with his shirt off. The tattoo he had on his right shoulder, the one that swirled red and black down to his pectoral muscle, flexed with his movements as he undid his jeans, then toed off his boots one at a time.
“Had to lock the back door,” he explained, as though it were perfectly normal for him to take care of the house while his brother and his brother’s girlfriend were naked in the living room.
His jeans dropped to the floor and Logan got solid proof that Ant went commando, and he was just as well-endowed as J.B. His cock was hard and long, the slick head flushed deep red. He hid it from view for a second while he grabbed something from his jeans then, flicking out his hand, displayed a long strip of condoms. “I also grabbed a few party favors ’cause once I start I ain’t gonna wanna stop, sweetcheeks.”
Logan let out a watery laugh, relief making her eyes leak. She made just the smallest movement to go to Ant and J.B. released her. The second she was free, she jumped to her feet and threw herself in her other love’s arms, hitting his chest hard enough to knock him back a step. But he caught her and held her tight.
She looked up at him, her eyes all blurry from tears, but she could definitely see his tender smile, the slightly uncertain look in his eyes. “I love you,” she told him. “God, I love you, Ant.”
“Aw, fuck, sweetcheeks. I love you too.” His arms tightened around her and he lowered his head for a kiss, just a sweet peck on the lips, not enough to do more than tease her before he lifted his head again. “I wanted you from the time you were twenty and dating that fuckin’ Darnell boy. I was just too goddamn cocky to make my move and I wasted a lot of time, almost too much.” He squeezed her when she would have responded. “I love you. I only want what’s best for you, Lo-Lo. If this blows up on us, I swear to god I’ll take you away from here rather than let anyone hurt you. If you’ll let me—us,” he corrected with a nod to his brother. “I’d walk away from Sugar Downs in a heartbeat if it meant keeping you safe and protected.”
Logan melted, because she knew how much J.B. and Ant loved their family legacy. Yes, it would be difficult to keep from becoming social pariahs, but she hadn’t lied to him. What they did in this house was no one’s business but their own. Could she leave her family and friends behind, the store her family had owned for well over a hundred years? For her Calhoun boys, yes she could and she would.
“Okay,” she whispered shyly.
She felt heat at her back seconds before J.B. plastered himself to her from behind, his hard cock notching at her ass. “While this is all great, and I’m glad to see you’re on board, Logan’s in desperate need of an orgasm. But I’m gonna give y’all a little time together first.” His lips grazed her shoulder in a sizzling kiss. “You want to get our girl ready, Ant?”
The slow smile that curled Ant’s lips sent a tingle straight to her clit, which pulsed with happiness. “Oh, I think I can do that,” he purred.
As soon as J.B. sauntered out of the room, Ant stepped back, wanting to get a good long look at his woman. His and J.B.’s woman. Her face was streaked with tears and the familiar pang returned to his chest, but only because he hated seeing her cry. Seeing her with J.B., listening to what she had to say, well, it got him to thinking. Really thinking about what they proposed. She loved him. He honestly believed that, just as he believed she loved J.B.
Logan had a big heart, so it wasn’t a surprise. And what she’d said was true. There was nothing wrong with loving someone. It was different that she loved them both, wanted them both, but it was love, pure and simple.
After wanting her so long, beating himself up because he coveted his brother’s woman, knowing he could finally have her was like being given the keys to heaven. He couldn’t have walked away this time if his life depended on it. Which it did in a way. His life with Logan started now. Guilt and morals still told him this was wrong, all wrong, that she’d only get hurt. He’d get hurt. But a glance at the doorway J.B.’d left through showed his brother watching him, his gaze focused on Ant, as though to tell him it was okay. They were okay.
He nodded slightly to his brother and held out his hand to Logan. “I walked in before the really good stuff, so we’ll have to start all over, I think.”
The slightly diabolical smile on J.B.’s face before he disappeared again was a perfect foil for Logan’s obvious trepidation. She twisted to look at the now empty doorway and back at Ant, her eyes wide. “That isn’t necessary. I’m so ready,” she blurted, cheeks pink with embarrassment and arousal.
Oh he knew she was ready. He could plainly see her slick thighs, smell her arousal in the air. The woman had been on the verge of coming when he walked in. His cock throbbed, more than ready to impale her, but he’d waited a long time for this, and he was going to damn well get his way.
He shook his head. “Sweetcheeks, I’ve waited too damn long to rush this now. I wanna make sure I get the w
hole experience.” He gave her a gentle tug in the direction of the sofa, where he planned to caress every inch of her body.
Logan’s gulp was loud and her eyes were still wide, but there was no mistaking her hurried breathing, the fresh arousal winging through her. Her nipples were tight and rosy, her chest moved quickly and she clenched her thighs together. “I—”
“Should lay back and let me warm you up,” Ant cut in, and stepped up to her, backing her up until they were at the sofa. “You were on your knees a while, sweetcheeks, why don’t you take a load off?”
He gave her a gentle push that had her falling on the sofa. She sprawled on the cushion, her hungry gaze eating him alive, her breathing growing faster and harsher. Her legs had fallen open when she sat, showing off her pretty pussy, glistening with cream. Ant’s mouth watered, the memory of seeing J.B. eating her fresh in his mind.
But he wasn’t gonna go at this like he was killing snakes. He was going to take his time and, instead of falling to her feet to bury his face in her pussy, he knelt on the cushion next to her, his hand cupping her jaw. Without him needing to guide her face to his, she tilted her head back, offering him her lips. Ant’s tongue darted into her mouth, seeking out the spicy-sweet flavor of his Logan, and any doubts he still had disappeared when she kissed him back just as hungrily, just as hopefully.
Knowing she loved him, knowing he had his brother’s blessing, made this kiss a hundred times better than their first, and Ant feasted on her mouth, holding her steady with his fingers digging into her hair. Soft hands slid up and down his chest, gentle fingertips stroking over his tattoos, tracing them with enticing sweeps, and his entire body felt the caress.