“Which is why we’ll up the AC.” He winked, then held out his hand.
She was reluctant to leave Johnny. But he didn’t ask her to stay.
Killian’s glance flicked from her to Johnny, as though he too waited for his brother to say something, do something. When his brother didn’t, he cupped his fingers. “Come on.” He tugged her up. “No clothes. That’s the rule.”
“You got many rules?”
“Just that you call the shots.”
She shook her head, smiling slightly. Trying to find something to laugh about because Johnny’s lack of reaction disappointed her. “As if,” she scoffed. “If you didn’t notice, I could barely speak.”
“A trait you and Johnny share.”
She snorted and laughed, glancing back to see Johnny easing off the bed. For the first time, she saw his whole body straighten, and she stumbled.
Killian’s arm caught her waist to keep her from going to her knees. He pulled her against his chest, his erection prodding her belly—this time without the protection of layers of clothing.
She marveled over how disturbing it was to feel the press of one naked man while watching another stride toward her.
Johnny was tall, rangy, broad. A smattering of hair around his groin but none on his chest. His dark cock was long and pointing upward—thick. The Logan boys were all blessed in that department.
She swallowed hard. When she looked up, his usual hard glare drilled her.
Killian squeezed her. “Like what you see?”
Ignoring Johnny’s lethal stare, she leaned back her head to meet Killian’s gaze. “And what I feel,” she whispered.
His hand snagged hers and he stepped back, letting her look her fill, until every part of her body blushed. His chest was cloaked in dark brown hair that narrowed over his belly then fanned out again at his groin. His cock was thick, reddish, and slightly curved toward the ceiling.
“Built for a woman’s pleasure,” he said, fisting his cock to stroke it while she stared.
Johnny growled.
Ellie shook her head and turned on her heel, walking away as quickly as she could on wobbly legs, Killian’s soft laughter following her into the living room.
She’d seen it all. Every glorious inch of every Logan brother. And it looked as though she’d be a very lucky girl indeed.
Keeping Killian’s advice about Johnny close to her heart, she decided she was done being shy. Done with waiting for them to decide how this was going down. It was her body they planned to enjoy. They could take their pleasure, they were more than welcome to it, but she’d take hers as well.
If Johnny Logan wasn’t happy about it, it was too damn bad. She’d felt just how much he hated his brothers’ bringing her to orgasm, but he hadn’t intervened. In fact, he’d held her while they’d plundered her.
Maybe Killian was only partly right. She was beginning to think Johnny liked sharing his woman more than he would ever admit. It gave him a chance to break free of his quietude, a reason to assert a possessiveness he hadn’t ever allowed himself to feel.
The thought sent a blissfully cool shiver down her back. Belonging to him. Being shared among the rest.
Maybe being a wife among the Logans wasn’t the sort of relationship she’d always dreamed she’d have, but she wasn’t going to scoff at it any longer. It could work out to be her wildest fantasy come true.
Johnny didn’t like the sassy sway of Ellie’s backside as she walked away. It was a slow, seductive wag that had his cock tensing even harder. Impossibly harder.
The woman didn’t need to tease. If she knew what was going through his head right now, she’d run screaming. She brought out the primitive in him. His basest desires. He didn’t know how much he could take before he threw her down and mounted her.
Holding her while she’d moaned and shivered through an orgasm had been pure hell. He’d wanted to be the one with his mouth pleasuring her, the one tasting her. And yet, he’d also wanted to be the one who held her while she shook. He’d been the one she kissed there at the end when she could have sought any of four mouths, but bent back to seek his.
However, watching her take on Killian and Mace hadn’t been as pleasurable for him. Was it because he hadn’t been touching her? He’d felt like a voyeur, watching the woman he wanted being used. She’d done it with throaty groans that had teased him to the edge of violence. Had she been goading him? Was he a fool to think she’d even given him a thought?
He raked a hand through his hair, striding with heavy stomps down the hallway. He knew Killian wanted her, but he’d made it seem at the start like he was setting this up for him.
Johnny felt surly and mean, and so goddamn hard he didn’t trust himself around her, not without his brothers there to protect her. Was this why Killian had engineered this night? He didn’t trust him to be gentle when the moment came?
He hesitated in the hallway, gripping his shaft and wondering if it would be wiser for him to jerk off before he went near her again, but then he heard laughter coming from the living room. Hers.
He sped up, entering the room, then slowed as he took in the sight.
His younger brothers had been quick to clear the furniture from in front of the fire. The large flokati rug had been pulled up to the ledge of the fireplace.
The twins sat cross-legged on the carpet while Ellie stood over them, staring down, her lips pressed together to suppress another laugh.
When he cleared his throat, she glanced his way, pointing at his brothers. “They have no sense of modesty.”
Mace grinned. “She thinks our ball-sacs must itch.”
Her arms folded over her chest. “I did not call them that.”
Mace’s head tilted back. “You didn’t call ’em anything. You just pointed and laughed. Took some of the starch right out of little Mace.”
“Mace isn’t little,” she said, another giggle erupting.
Johnny felt his eyes narrow, irritated that the twins had her attention, and that they’d managed to make her forget for a moment that she was every bit as naked as they were. He couldn’t. Her breasts were lovely, round globes, topped with cotton-candy pink nipples. Her belly was slightly rounded, womanly. Her mound was cloaked in fine, pale curls. Everywhere he looked was soft and feminine, and since he’d held her, he knew the scent of her was just as sweet.
Mace patted the white wool carpet. “Come on down. Enjoy the fire.”
“I’m not cold,” Ellie shot back.
“Sure about that?” he asked, his eyebrows waggling while his gaze zeroed on her nipples.
Ellie’s pretty breasts lifted, and she looked down as well. “That’s not because they’re cold,” she said, her tone tart.
Killian pushed through the swinging door leading into the kitchen, bottles dangling from his fingers. “Beer, anyone?”
Now, Johnny had never been particularly shy about nudity around his brothers. And there had been occasions, usually when they skinny-dipped in the creek, when a hard-on had become the butt of some raunchy jokes, but he found it damned uncomfortable joining the rest of them as they lounged casually on the floor, dicks tapping their bellies while they all stared at the same woman.
A woman who seemed to have just as little of the modesty she’d complained his brothers didn’t possess.
She sat between the twins, her legs straight and drawn together, toes pointing toward the fire. “It does so itch,” she groused.
“You could sit on something a little less furry,” Jason said, waggling his eyebrows.
“Guess I could,” she said, rolling her eyes. “But then, I wouldn’t exactly be resting, would I?”
“Think you couldn’t relax? Drink a beer, sitting right on my lap?”
Her jaw dropped, but then so did her eyelids as she not-so-subtly studied his brother’s impressive erection. “On your…lap?”
“I didn’t stutter.”
Johnny growled and prowled into the room.
Killian dangled a beer from his
fingers. The wicked gleam in his eyes spelled mischief. “Wanna make a bet who moves first?”
Johnny’s cock jerked, bobbing to the beat of his heart. Something he couldn’t attempt to hide without his brothers laughing their asses off.
He strode toward Ellie, looming over her, willing her to keep her gaze locked with his, rather than stroking over his cock as she had his brother. If she did, he couldn’t be sure he’d hold it together.
“Maybe she’d be safer with Johnny,” Killian said, crimping his lips together.
Mace grimaced. “Just when I thought I’d get to be the first.”
Johnny felt his breaths coming faster, steam rising off his hot skin.
“I get choices, right?” she said, her expression every bit as mischievous as Killian’s at the moment.
Johnny knew he’d been maneuvered. That everyone in the room had made sure he couldn’t back down from the challenge. He reached to the side, felt the cold bottle slap against his palm. He waited as Mace scooted away, then he knelt beside her and stretched out his legs. He took a slow sip of his beer.
Her expression lost its sass, color washing over her cheeks, down her neck to her breasts. A hand lifted to press against her belly.
Killian stepped beside her. “Go ahead and take your seat, sweetheart. I have your bottle right here.”
“Oh hell.” She blew out a deep breath, her lips pursing.
Killian took her hand and urged her toward Johnny.
She gulped, but tossed back her hair. Then she came up on her knees and leaned toward Johnny, not meeting his steady stare as she gripped his shoulders and climbed over him. Her knees snuggled close to his hips. Her pussy poised over his sex.
He could feel her heat against the tip of his cock. He held himself rigid, waiting for her to take him inside her.
Her hand was cold when it wrapped around him and pointed it toward her entrance. Her whole body shivered. Her eyes closed, and she sank over the tip, taking him into her body.
She was so wet, so hot inside, he nearly groaned aloud. But he forced his face into a mask, watching her every expression, every movement as she worked her way down his cock.
Her pussy was tight, and gripped his shaft as she settled in three slow pulses, downward. When their groins met, they sat face to face. She was unable to hide her strained expression or the blushes that deepened on her cheeks.
Another beer was dangled. She reached for it, wrapping her shaking fingers around it, then laid the side of the bottle against her cheek. “Fuck, I’m hot.”
He growled his agreement, sweeping a glance around the room. The twins wore grins that stretched wide across their faces. Killian gave a waggle of his eyebrows, then sat right beside Johnny and clinked his bottle against Johnny’s. “To women.”
“So not funny,” she said, putting the bottle to her lips and tilting it back.
“Tell me. Is she squeezing you?” Killian asked in overloud whisper.
“Shut the fuck up,” Johnny said, beginning to sweat.
Moisture oozed around him, and her eyes widened even more. She shrugged. “Not something I can help,” she squeaked.
“Drink your damn beer,” he muttered.
The twins crept closer on their knees.
“Back off,” he snapped.
“Whatcha gonna do about it?” Mace asked, grinning like a monkey. “This is way too much fun.”
“Besides, you can’t exactly make us move at the moment, can you?” Jason said.
Ellie glanced at Killian. Something seemed to pass between them. Since when had those two bonded enough to read each other’s minds?
She drank from her bottle again then leaned toward his face.
Johnny began to get worried when she pursed her mouth. Did she expect him to kiss her? As it was, he was holding on by thread.
She pressed her lips to his, waiting, her eyes wide open.
When he opened beneath the press of her lips, she squirted beer into his mouth. He gulped it down, felt it dribble down his chin, but she was quick, sticking out her tongue to capture it before it hit his chest.
“How’d that taste?” she whispered.
“Good.” He grunted. “Again.”
The corners of her mouth lifted and she drank again, giving him the beer pooled in her mouth. This time he drank it then sucked on her lower lip, preventing her from pulling away.
His dick twitched inside her, and she groaned into his mouth, her eyelids fluttering downward. Her thighs quivered.
“Think I’m gonna win that hundred,” Mace murmured.
Killian laughed. “I’d leave them alone to finish their beer, but they might forget about us.”
Johnny broke the kiss. The sight of her blurred lips and gaze filled him with a sense of possession. He’d put that look there. He nodded to Jason. “Come around behind her.”
Jason moved quickly, coming between Johnny’s spread legs.
“This is about her,” he said, echoing Killian’s sentiment, believing it now. She was lovely and coming unraveled, and he hadn’t moved an inch.
“Give me another drink,” he whispered.
She transferred another gulp of beer, but this time he didn’t swallow it down. Instead, he kissed his way down her neck, keeping the beer in his mouth. When he reached her collarbone, Jason got the idea and raised her, pulling her up on his cock, just far enough so that she could offer him her breast.
With the cool beer in his mouth, he nuzzled the hard tip of her breast, then carefully drew it inside, sucking harder to pull the whole areola and wash it with the slowly warming liquid in his mouth.
When he swallowed, she sighed. Jason lowered her back down Johnny’s cock. She rested her head against his shoulder.
Johnny felt the subtle squeeze of her pussy, clasping and releasing, around him.
“Kil—”
“Yeah, Johnny?”
“Grab our beers.”
Killian laughed but quickly plucked the beers from their hands. Jason climbed over his leg to move away.
Johnny sank his fingers in her soft, blond hair and cupped her lush ass. Then he rolled, tucking her beneath him.
Her legs whipped around his waist, holding him deep.
“This what you wanted?” he asked, his mouth an inch from hers.
“Yesssss,” she hissed, pumping her hips.
“I can’t be gentle.”
“I’m countin’ on that, cowboy.”
Johnny rested his elbows on the ground and began to move inside her, shallow strokes because she refused to ease her grip. “Baby,” he said, dipping down to kiss her mouth, “gimme some room to move.”
“Can’t.” She mewled. “It’s too much.”
“Let go. It’ll be all right.”
Her eyes filled, her head lifted to kiss his chin, his cheek, then rub quickly against his mouth. But she eased her legs from around his hips, opening her thighs to give him greater access.
Johnny closed his eyes, prayed for control, but it was already too late. Her moist heat surrounded every inch of him, subtle contractions rippling all along his shaft. He reared back, nearly pulling free, then slammed forward, grunting hard, unable to control his breaths any more that he could the quickening in his groin that fed his urgent motions.
He hammered her pussy, thrusting deep again and again, building friction, tension tightening his balls, his thighs, until he closed in, his strokes shortening, sharpening.
Her head tilted back, her chest rose. Her face screwed into a mask of ecstasy, reddening until she cried out and clawed at his back. “Faster, dammit, faster!”
He gave her what she needed, bringing his knees closer in, sliding a hand under her ass to keep her close, then pounding harder. She keened loudly and her body stiffened. He couldn’t hold back a moment longer, shoving his face against her shoulder to muffle his shout as he came, cum jetting deep inside her. “Fuck! Fuck!”
“Yes!” she cried.
“No, fuck. I forgot a rubber,” he ground out, still
pulsing against her.
Killian laughed. The twins joined in. A hand patted his shoulder, and Johnny aimed a glare at his closest sibling. “Not a fucking word.”
“We had a whole box sitting next to the fireplace. Funny neither of you thought of it.”
“You could have said something.”
“I figure Ellie here’s a good woman. Not much to worry about. And you haven’t been with anyone in a while, have you?”
“I’m clean,” Johnny said, finding it strange he could look at Killian but not meet Ellie’s eyes, and he was still fucking her.
“I’m clean, but I don’t know about timing,” she said softly.
Reluctantly, he turned to meet her gaze. “Anything happens, I’ll do right by you.”
Her hands shoved against his chest. “I don’t need any man doing right by me. Not out of obligation.”
Johnny blew a breath, exasperated because he’d managed to get her back up again. “Can’t think,” he growled. “Not what I meant.”
Her lips pulled into a mulish pout. “You through?”
He saw the hint of moisture in her eyes, and wondered how he’d managed to spoil everything so quickly. “Sorry.” He withdrew slowly, reluctant to leave her slick heat. When his cock slid free, it scraped along the coarse wool of the carpet. “Damn stuff itches.” His brothers moved back and he raised up, kneeling in front of her. He raked back his hair. “Ellie…”
“I’m all right. Just…just give me some space. And I need a towel or you’ll have to wash this rug.”
Killian dropped a cloth between them.
Ellie’s eyes bulged, silently admonishing them all.
Johnny backed away from her to give her privacy then aimed glares at the rest of the guys.
His brothers left the room silently. Johnny turned his back, but stayed where he was beside her. “I’m sorry,” he repeated.
“It’s all right. I’m fine.”
“It was good.”
She snorted. “Maybe you shouldn’t try to talk to me right now.”
His lips twisted. “This wasn’t how I wanted our first time to be.”
“It wasn’t how I imagined it either…but I was okay with it. Until you poured cold water all over me.”
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