Logan and I both sit, anxious to hear what she has to say.
"I've made a decision," she says, looking at us both.
I realize I'm practically holding my breath. The suspense is killing me.
What if she decides to go with Logan? What then?
It's her book. I'd have to accept that.
"I've decided that you both will get to publish with me," she says.
What did she just say?
Both of us?
How is that gonna work?
I look over at Logan, and he looks back at me. I can tell we're both thinking the same thing.
"I'm making this book a ménage," Lana says, "And I want you both."
17
Lana
I’m not even sure what I’m doing. The words just found their way to my mouth, you know? But the moment they rolled over my tongue… I knew they were the right words.
I want these men. Both of them.
And I want them right now.
Acting as fearless as I can, I close the distance between them and I. No hesitation whatsoever to my movements, I turn my hands around and go straight for their crotches; flattening the palm of my hands there, I feel their hard cocks pulsing against my fingers and I know that I’m on the right path.
They want me as well, and their desire for me overcomes everything else.
“Lana, this --” Anders starts to say, but I just need to look into his eyes to make him fall into a deep silence. Somehow, I’ve broken out of my awkward shell, and I’m spreading my wings as a confident woman, just like Abby Cleveland herself.
“This is exactly what I want,” I tell Anders, my eyes never leaving his. “And this is exactly what the two of you want…” I continue, trailing off as I shift my gaze from Anders to Logan.
“Lana,” Logan merely says, not knowing what other words to use.
“That’d be me,” I grin, and then curl my fingers around their cocks, enjoying the way they seem to be throbbing violently inside their pants. I don’t even think about my next move; I’m in execution-mode right now.
I lower myself until my knees are on the floor, but I’m careful enough to never leave their cocks as I do it. Then, still looking up at them, I unbuckle their belts and pull them out of their loops with two fast tugs. The leather slides out easily, and I just throw the belts behind me as I move for their zippers; pulling them down, I let my eyes widen as I see the two enormous pythons they’re hiding under their boxer briefs.
Oh, God, I can barely believe that I’ve got twenty-four inches of delight right here… and all of it just for me.
Holding my breath, I curl my fingers around the hem of their boxer briefs and, biting down on my lower lip, I tug them down. Their cocks spring free in half a heartbeat, and I become lightheaded as I watch them jump up to salute me. Sweet Jesus, I don’t even know what to do with them.
Pushing both their pants and boxer briefs down to their knees, I wait as they do the rest and kick off their shoes. They then step out of their pants and boxer briefs, and I just look up at them with a wicked grin; no words are needed, and they immediately find out what I want of them. Slowly but steadily, they unbutton their shirts and throw them on top of the rest of their clothes.
Now standing fully naked in front of me, I take a couple of seconds to appreciate the living sculptures standing right there. Their muscles look like they’ve been sculpted out of a slab of marble, and that over centuries. They’re so perfect that they seem to have been designed by God himself, his intent to create two perfect specimens that writers could use as models for their covers. Sure, it might seem a bit shallow, but even God needs to have his fun, right?
“Enjoying the sight?” Logan asks, apparently finding the words he had lost before.
“You have no idea,” I whisper as I reach for the two of them, my eyelids drooping as I curl my fingers around their shafts, the warmness of their skin spreading to my body and making my mind boil with anticipation.
I start stroking them right away, enjoying the way I flick my wrist and send my fingers up and down the length of their cocks. Each fraction of a second I spend stroking them feels like a heaven-sent moment, and before I know it, I’m already leaning forward.