Page 38 of Wicked Love
“Logan,” I said softly. “I’ve already forgiven you for that.” And I understood why he’d done it, even if I wished he’d found a kinder approach. Wasn’t I shutting out Mom and Summer the exact same way now, for the exact same reasons?
He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. The point is that you should have everything you want that youcanhave. Assuming you’d want this.”
The question in those words hung in the air. A fresh tingle raced over every inch of my skin. I looked from Logan to Beckett, who was gazing back at me with his normally cool gray eyes smoldering. The last fragments of the wall I’d been holding up against my feelings for him cracked open and fell away. A swell of longing swept through me.
And how better to welcome Beckett all the way back into my life than with the man who’d once raised the most objections to his presence paving the way? We were a unified force now, no secrets or hostility left between us.
“I do,” I murmured.
The instant the words left my mouth, Beckett swooped in to scoop me up in his arms. A squeal of surprise tumbled out of me as he hefted me up and around, my legs dangling.
Logan’s smile grew. He motioned toward his bedroom, setting the pop bottle on a side table undrunk.
As Logan pushed open the door, Beckett carried me inside. Their scents mingled together, Beckett’s crisp cologne rising from his neck and Logan’s muskier smell laced throughout the room. Beckett lay me down on the bed, kneeling beside me, and Logan clambered after us to crouch at my other side.
They were a study in opposites, brown hair vs. blond, bulky brawn vs. leaner muscle. But they had so much in common, more than Logan had wanted to admit at first. And right now the most important of those things was me.
After all the arguments and the continuing power struggle between them, I wanted them both. Ineededthem both, making a precious moment with me together.
My eagerness must have shown on my face. Beckett leaned over me, his lips an inch from mine when he whispered, “Do you like the thought of being fucked by both of us, Maddie?”
A bolt of heat shot straight to my pussy. A strangled sound of agreement escaped me, and then Beckett was claiming my mouth.
But his searing kiss only lasted a moment before those damn lips made their way past the corner of my mouth. He charted a path across my cheek to my ear. His breath tickled the lobe before he nipped it between his teeth just hard enough to draw a gasp out of me.
Logan simply watched for the first minute like he had the foot massage. Then he bent down and kissed my other shoulder. His hand slid up under my shirt, his fingers teasing over my belly and tracing the base of my bra.
My nipples pebbled in anticipation. I couldn’t help squirming at another delicate nip of Beckett’s teeth, and Logan chuckled.
“I think our girl needs a little more attention,” he said.
Beckett eased back as if instinctively understanding him, and they both reached for the hem of my shirt together. I sat up a little and raised my arms so they could peel it off, and Beckett took the opportunity to unhook my bra as well.
“Good thinking,” Logan said with warm amusement, and tugged the garment right off me.
Beckett matched his tone. “We can’t let any part of her be neglected.”
He rolled his thumb over my nipple, and Logan dipped his head to suck the other into his mouth. My back arched at the dual jolts of pleasure, a whimper I couldn’t restrain leaving my lips.
Beckett went back to kissing my jaw and the side of my neck as he teased the peak of my breast to a harder nub. Logan applied his tongue and teeth as well as his lips, every swipe and graze making me tremble harder. My panties were soaked now. My nerves quivered with increasing bliss.
“You smell so good,” Beckett muttered into my hair.
Logan raised his head and grinned, a spark lighting in his eyes. “I know where she’ll smell even more delicious.”
His fingers hooked around the waist of my jeans, one hand moving to quickly flick open the fly. My heart thumping faster, I lifted my hips to let him tug them off me. But then I couldn’t help eyeing their shirts and pants while I lay there almost completely exposed between them. “I shouldn’t be the only one getting naked around here.”
Beckett arched an eyebrow at Logan. “I guess she does have a point.”
They both reached for their shirts, Beckett needing to unbutton his partway down, Logan simply peeling off his fitted tee. As my stepbrother slid his jeans down his thighs, I couldn’t stop my gaze from roaming over the sculpted body I’d never seen on full display before.
He had his Vigil tattoo, a hawk that matched the ones I’d seen on both Slade and Dexter, imprinted on his right hip. Several inches higher, a pale scar across his abdomen reminded me of the surgery that had saved his life and given him his second chance all those years ago.
I yanked my gaze farther up, knowing how little Logan liked to think about or be reminded about his transplant. But he didn’t appear concerned right now. He was toying with the waist of my panties. As my eyes met his, he yanked them down after my pants.
He trailed his hand back up my inner thigh and circled his fingers around the spot where I was aching most. I swayed toward him, and he traced his thumb right down my seam.
At my moan, his pleased laugh carried through the room. “Good girl.”
