“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.”