Page 42 of Shattered Souls
Just like how Royce knew I needed to dance last night.
I know Logan needs to lose himself in me.
And I want to lose myself in him too.
I’ve missed him. He’s been at my side every time I’ve needed him, and we cuddle in bed every night, but he hasn’t initiated anything sexual since that night.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he rasps, verbalizing my internal thoughts.
“I’m right here,” I assure him, stroking a hand through his hair. “I’m not going anywhere.”
With an approving growl, he attacks my lips again. His hand slides down my spine before slipping beneath my top, and the press of his bare skin against mine is heaven. My hips rock against his in search of friction against the need stirring low in my belly.
“You can’t be fucking serious?” Grayson snaps. “You can’t do this here.”
Wrenching his lips from mine, Logan glowers at Grayson over my shoulder. His hands continue to kneed my skin as he steadily climbs his way up my ribs, bringing my top with him. “Since that’s your stance, you can stand by the door and make sure no one comes in.” Dropping his gaze to mine, he purrs, “You want to do this here, Shortcake?”
In case the grind of my pussy over his hard cock isn’t enough of an answer, I rasp, “Yes.”
He smirks, his eyes already dilated with desire as he pulls my top over my head. Before the chill of the room can hit me, I feel a warm presence at my back. Looking over my shoulder, mygaze connects with ice-blue eyes before sliding to Grayson’s taut posture.
“Don’t worry about him,” Royce murmurs. “He’s got a stick up his ass.”
Grayson snarls his contempt, even as his hungry gaze is locked on me, cataloging every movement. Taking in every inch of exposed skin that Logan is making his mission to mark with his lips.
“He still doesn’t understand what it means toshare,” Logan interjects before nipping at my throat. “But we can show him how you like to be shared, can’t we, Shortcake.”
“Mmhmm.” Words are impossible with his lips leaving trails of flames all over my skin and Royce’s rough hands like napalm as they skate along my spine while my eyes remain locked on Grayson’s.
Despite his protests, without looking away, he flicks the lock on the door, theclickresonating like the starting bell before a fight throughout the room—the starter gun giving us the go-ahead.
He steps forward before Logan’s “Nu-uh” stops him in place. “You, with all your growledmines, you’re going to stand there and watch us makeourgirl feel good.” Logan turns me on his lap so I’m facing the other way, my back to his chest and Royce in front of me. Bending to kiss my neck, he says loud enough for Grayson to hear on the far side of the small room, “That is if our girl is okay with you watching.” A kiss to the sensitive spot beneath my ear has me arching my spine. “What do you think, Shortcake? Should we kick the asshole out?”
Tilting my head to give Logan better access, I cast my heavy gaze over Grayson. His posture is rigid, his fingers digging into his palms at his side as he stares at the spot where Logan lavishes my skin.
“I vote for kicking him out,” Royce deadpans. “He hasn’t earned a spot inthisyet.”
While I agree, I do like the thought of torturing Grayson and giving him a taste of his own medicine.
“He can stay,” I state authoritatively. “But he can only watch,” I smirk. “And he can’t come.”
Logan barks out a laugh while Royce grins. Grayson glowers, even as his gaze smolders with need.
“Shortcake has spoken. No touching your dick, Gray, and don’t think we’re going to make this easy on you.” As if to prove his point, Logan unclasps my bra, letting the straps fall down my arms until Royce pulls it away, dropping it on the floor nearby.
Logan palms my tits, kneading and squeezing while I writhe in his lap. My breaths become pants as he nips and tugs on my nipples, forcing them into stiff peaks.
“Fuck, I love your tits,” he rasps in my ear. “You want Royce to suck on them, baby?”
“Yes.” Eyes at half-mast, I lick my lips as Royce ducks, bringing a nipple to his lips and sucking it into his mouth. I moan as the sensation sends sparks straight to my core, and I shift on Logan’s lap, desperate for friction.
“That’s it, Shortcake, grind on me,” he growls. His hand wraps around my jaw, fingers digging into my cheeks as he wrenches my head to the side, his lips capturing mine in an intoxicating kiss. He licks and bites at my mouth while Royce sucks on my tits, and I make a mess of my panties.
“More, please,” I practically beg when they’ve descended me into a ball of aching need.
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Logan teases, already popping the button off my jeans. Royce releases my nipple with a pop as he moves to help me out of my jeans and panties. “Bring your knees up, Shortcake. Show them that sweet pussy of yours.”
Leaning back on Logan, I plant my feet on the examination table and spread my legs.
