She shrugged and ran her hand down her stomach, burying her fingers in her pussy. Oh, hell, no, she wouldn’t. Her eyes fluttered closed as she spread her legs. A dreamy expression crossed her face as she moved her hand. Fuck, she was fingering herself.
Logan stormed over to the bed. “You want a fucking orgasm, you come to us.”
“Or if you’re going to play with yourself, it’s under our direction, where we can watch,” Max added, moving closer. “But right now, you’re going to take Logan inside you and give him the best damn ride of his life.”
Hell, yes, she was.
Savannah had to hide a grin. Did she feel bad about her little, white lie?
Nah. Not at all.
Not if it got Logan to get his ass into gear and fuck her. She could tell he was still worried about hurting her but she knew that was the last thing either of them would ever do.
With a face full of thunder, he stormed forward and gently pushed her onto her back, looming over her. “You are in such trouble.”
She bit her lip. There was her big, bad bear. He leaned over her, kissing her. The only part of him that touched her was his lips, but that was enough to have her pleasure growing. She reached up and linked her hands behind his neck, throwing herself into the kiss.
He pulled back with a gasp, his face intense, focused.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
She smiled. It had taken a while to learn how to take their compliments without denying them. Years of having her mother pick at her appearance from her hair to her clothing choices to her curvy butt had really done a number on the way she viewed herself.
Maybe she should have been in therapy a long time ago.
Then Logan sucked one nipple into his mouth, and all thoughts of therapy fled. Max lay down on her other side, running his hand up and down her stomach. He pulled away each time he got close to her pussy, and it wasn’t long until she was thrusting her hips up, begging him silently to touch her there.
“Insatiable,” he told her with a wink.
“When it comes to the two of you there is no such thing as enough,” she told him breathlessly as Logan kissed his way over her stomach. He swirled a finger around her clit then dipped it down further, pressing it inside her.
“So wet. So hot.”
She arched up as Max rubbed his finger over her tight nub while Logan pressed another finger deep inside her.
More. She needed more.
“Please,” she begged.
“Please what?” Max asked. “Tell us what you want.”
“Logan. Inside me. I want him to take me. I want him to fuck me.”
Logan moved up, rolling onto his back. “Climb up, darlin’.”
She sat up and bit her lip, staring down at him. His eyebrows came together with a small frown. “Savannah? What is it? Are you scared?”
“What? No. It’s just . . .” Ask for what you want, Savannah. “Could we, would you . . .”
“Darlin’, just spit it out. I’m dying here.” He wrapped his hand around his cock, squeezing it. “If I don’t get inside you soon then it’s going to be all over.”
“I want you to take me. To fuck me.”
Logan looked confused for a moment then his expression cleared. “You sure?”
“Oh, yeah. I love it when you take charge.”
She didn’t have to ask him twice. Yeah, he still had reservations about scaring her, but he glanced over at Max, who nodded. His brother would keep an eye on Savannah, make sure she was okay.