“I’m not fragile.”
“To us, you are,” Max told her as he pressed his cock against her asshole. “Delicate and precious. Ours to protect. Ours to love. Ours to take care of. I know we can be smothering. I know we can be annoying. But we only want what’s best for you. We only want to love you.”
She relaxed against Logan. “I know. I love the two of you as well. So much.”
“Breathe in. Then let it out slowly,” he ordered as if they hadn’t done this a hundred times before. But it had been awhile, and as he pushed his way inside her, she could feel herself stretching—almost to the point of pain. But it was a good kind of pain. It felt right, having them both inside her. It felt like she was coming home after a long time away.
They moved in tandem. Max pulling out and Logan thrusting inside her. It didn’t take long until she was writhing between them, wanting more. Faster. Harder.
As if feeling her silent pleas, they increased their pace. Max reached around and rubbed her clit.
“I’m close,” Logan cried out.
“Come with us, love.”
She cried out as her body shook and she came, so hard she swore she almost saw stars. Logan fell over next, his loud shout filling the room. Max paused behind her, his own groan of release quieter but no less intense.
Chapter Ten
Max snuggled up against her backside, holding her tightly.
“I should be the one to go.” Logan’s words were spoken quietly so as not to wake their sleeping wife. She needed her rest.
“Travis is expecting me.”
“She needs you. You’re better at the emotional shit than me.”
“I haven’t been doing great so far. She needs you as well, Logan.”
“How am I supposed to look after this place without you?”
Their stepfather had done a real number on Logan. Told him over and over again he was stupid, that he’d never amount to anything. “I wouldn’t go if I didn’t think you could handle everything, Logan. Probably better than I could.”
“Well, duh, that goes without saying.”
Max hid his smile. “I have to go.”
“You think you have to. But there has to be another way.”
“There’s not. The only other way is selling to Atkinson. And I’m not ready to give up on this place. Are you?”
“No,” Logan replied.
“I did think about it. About walking away and starting again. But I can’t do it. This place is our home, and I want to fight for it. But I should have talked this out with the two of you.”
He felt Savannah tense next to him and knew she was awake. He reached down and squeezed her butt. “Everything will be okay, baby. I’ll be home before you know it.”
He sensed she wanted to say something, but before he could press her, she reached up and looped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. It was a hell of a distraction.
She cupped his face between her hands. “I know I haven’t always acted like it. But I love this place too. I want to fight for it.”
“Of course, we’re fighting for it,” Logan added. “Atkinson isn’t getting his fat, grubby hands on our home.”
“I’m going to miss you so much.” She leaned her head on his chest and curled in against him. He ran his hand through her hair. “You have to promise to come home.”
“Of course, I will.” He reached down and tilted her head up. “I’m coming back. And I don’t want you worrying while I’m gone.”
“Yeah, cause that’s going to happen.”