And as for him? I’ve already seen him and what he can do for Wren. I know exactly the kind of skill he comes with.
Wren is still trying to hide her embarrassment over the topic of conversation, sticking to her silence, but Logan must have it in his head to see this through. He stands and, without another word, grabs her off the couch. Within a moment, he tosses her over his shoulder. Like, he legitimately heaves her up like she weighs nothing and drapes her over his shoulder like she’s a coat and not a human being.
She’s so taken aback by his actions that it takes her a while to say, “Logan!”
He places a hand on the round, curved area of her ass and shrugs as much as he can, given the fact she’s on top of one of said shoulders. “What? I told you exactly what I was going todo, and I meant it.” He turns from me and starts to walk away, taking Wren with him.
Though she’s still a little embarrassed, it’s plain on her face: she’s enjoying this. A faint smile tugs at her lips as she lightly smacks his back as he walks. “Put me down,” she says, although anyone with ears would know her heart isn’t in it.
I wait only a few seconds before I stand and follow. Though it’s dark, Logan doesn’t miss a beat. Up the stairs he goes, carrying Wren all the while, and I trail a few feet behind, my mind racing. Of course I enjoy having Wren all to myself, but I suppose there is something to be said about a situation like this. Knowing she cares for us both, knowing we’d each learn to share—both literally and figuratively—just to keep her in our lives, is appealing in a way most things in life simply aren’t.
We make it to her bedroom, and like hell will we do anything in the pitch darkness that is her room, so while Logan goes to take her to the bed, I gently shut the door and turn on the overhead light. It is momentarily blinding, but no one in the room complains. I think, by now, we all have a certain something on our minds, and complaining about the brightness of a light is last on our list of priorities.
It’s only after she’s placed on the bed that she looks between us and says, “You guys don’t have to prove anything to me. Sitting on the couch and watching a movie together was more than enough for tonight—”
I don’t know who she’s trying to convince: herself, or me, or Logan—who is currently taking off his shirt and dropping it to the floor, flexing his impressive muscles as he does so. Clearly, he’s going in for the kill, and he’s not going to take no for an answer.
A seriousnohe would, but all of Wren’s words go in one ear and out the other. None stick, because none are truly meant. If she really didn’t want us here, together, then she’d say so.
I move around Logan, toward the bed, and I take her by the hand, pulling her onto her feet. I only have eyes for her as I go for the bottom hem of her oversized shirt, and the way she gazes up at me tells me she is worried only for Logan and me, if we can really do this.
There’s never been a better time to try it out. Test the waters.
I lift her shirt up and over her head, and the very second it’s off her, Logan grabs her, spins her around, and slams her front against his. His arms wrap around her, his fingers going straight for the hook on her bra, and he keeps a leveled glare in my direction as he takes it off.
Still trying to one-up me. Please. This, right now, is no competition. This is simply a yes or no situation. Can we do it, or can we not? I think both Logan and I are too damn stubborn when it comes to Wren to give up now.
I let Logan take the rest of Wren’s clothes off, and once she’s free and clear of all fabric, it’s time for me to take her by the hand and help her onto the bed while Logan struggles to quickly take off his pants. His erection presses against his dark jeans, but I pay him no mind, nor do I care about my own clothes as I join her on the bed.
What’s that saying? You snooze, you lose.
Positioning myself on top of her, I nuzzle into her neck for a second before I take her mouth against mine. My hands roam up and down her body, caressing every single inch of her. It doesn’t matter how many times I have her, how many times I rewind footage and watch certain intimate moments. I can’t get enough of her. I’ll never have my fill. She fits so perfectly inside this black heart of mine that I can finally understand what my father felt like when he stumbled upon my mother.
Some matches are made in heaven. Or hell, depending on your view of red flags.
My hands tweak her pebbled nipples a few times, and she writhes and moans into the kiss. Beside us, Logan is finally undressed, and he crawls onto the bed. Her mouth is abruptly taken from me when he places a hand on her throat and forces her to turn her head toward him. I watch as he kisses her, and though he doesn’t once glance in my direction, I still give him an unimpressed look.
If he’s trying to get me to leave, he’ll have to try a lot harder than this.
Only when he’s satisfied with the kiss does he pull his mouth off hers and tell me, “Move aside. It’s time to let the master get to work.”
I’m seconds from asking him when he became the master of anything, but he takes it upon himself to literally push me aside and claim the space directly above Wren’s body with his. I let him, figuring it’d be too much for Wren if we both are constantly vying to one-up the other. After all, this isn’t strictly about us. It’s about her, too.
Everything is for her. Everything we do, whether we do it together or not.
Logan showers her body with attention as he murmurs, “Let’s show this creep just how easy you come for me.” The words, though they’re whispered softly, are inherently a challenge thrown at me. He seems utterly content with himself as he lowers himself to rest between her thighs, which he spreads wide. He waits not a second longer before digging in.
Diving in, more like it, feasting on her like she is his last meal and he wishes to savor every single bite. Every lick. Every suck. Everything about it. He is a man on a mission, and immediately Wren begins to writhe and moan a little louder, showcasing the absolute mastery Logan has over her.
Of course, he isn’t the only one who can bring her to an orgasm, but I’ll let him have his moment in the sun.
I draw my fingertips along her collarbone, then up to her chin, where I take her chin between my thumb and index finger and make her look at me while Logan devours her down below. Pupils dilated, breathing hard; she is coming undone already.
I’m not a God-fearing man. If I was, I wouldn’t do what I do. But, if there is a higher power out there, I do want to thank said higher power for bringing Wren to me. Even if Wren comes with Logan, I still can’t imagine a future without her. Not anymore. What began as a strange obsession has turned into a lifelong need to have her.
She’s mine. I’ll never let her go.
Chapter Twenty-Five – Logan
