“But?” I ask.
Evelyn chuckles a little.
“There are no buts. I want you both. And I don’t want to choose. I want to indulge myself. I want to be wild. I want to gorge on your hot bodies. I want to be nasty, wicked, and dirty. I want to be a slut and have both your cocks spitroast me. I deserve it all and I want it all and I don’t want to have to give up anything to get it. End of story.”
Relief washes over me, but Logan is still unreadable. Granted, I don’t know exactly how I feel about Logan even being here at all, but I can hardly care becauseEvelyn wants us.
“I want you, Evelyn,” I say. “I’ll do anything to make you happy.”
My hand rests on her thigh, which is barely covered by her short, black dress. She grabs my face and kisses me hard.
I don’t want to give myself away completely, but I kiss her back harder, needier. I can’t hide how much I missed her, which is more than I thought, because I’m drowning in her taste. Her lips, her hair, her smell, her body.
I groan when she parts and turns her head, leaning into Logan the way she had me. The air is hot in here, but I need the kisses to continue.
I grab her knuckles and lay kisses all the way up her arm, before stopping at her collar bone. She moans underneath me and spins her head back to me.
Her fingers tangle in my dark hair before she gives me another hypnotizing kiss. It’s more heated this time. She’s needy, I can feel it, but so am I.
I can feel Logan’s eyes burning into us as our tongues graze and our lips move in time with one another's. I can taste him on her. I think I like it.
Evelyn parts from me so quickly, I have to breathe hard to regain where the hell I’m at.
Where’d she go?
Evelyn stands up and takes only a few steps forward before spinning to face us.
“Since you two were so nice to bring me flowers, maybe I should give you two a little present. What do you think?”
I nod and I can feel my eyes boring into her fantastic body being hugged by the smooth fabric of her dress. As if her kisses didn’t make me hard enough, I can see her fingers toying with the straps of her dress.
All kinds of images blind me.
“Logan?”
He cocks his eyebrow and nods silently.
Is he smiling?
In a flash, the dress hits the floor revealing the sexiest lingerie I’ve ever seen. Maybe it’s the wearer but seeing her wrapped up in black lace gives me devious ideas that are only acceptable in this exact instance. I’m in practical pain from how hard she’s making me.
“Is it a good gift?”
Her voice is sly and smooth as her hands travel along the lace, drawing our eyes to every naughty spot on her body.
I feel like I’m nodding so hard I might break my neck. I look over and see Logan, smirking. Logan nods at Evelyn the way he had nodded at me earlier when we were on the porch.
“Trust me, there’s more where this came from.”
Evelyn beckons us toward her bedroom with a naughty smile. Logan and I are not even a second behind.
Sean
Holyshit.
I hear footsteps behind me and spin around.
Great. Big bad Logan’s here.