Page 124 of Hearts Storm

I bite the inside of my cheek, heat flooding my face.

“Meanwhile.” His gaze flicks between me and Logan, brown eyes darkening to almost black. “My dick has only had the pleasure of being inside your mouth. And while I thoroughly enjoyed every second of that, I think it’s my turn to be somewhere a little warmer. A little tighter.”

The air in the room instantly thickens.

Nostrils flaring, Logan studies Brex for a beat as something dark and possessive shifts in his expression.

“Fine,” he murmurs.

My breath catches.

Logan’s gaze slides over to me. “Actually, I was kind of in the mood to watch.”

Holy. Shit.

Brex’s grin spreads slow and wicked across his face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Logan stands, fluid and predatory. He closes the distance between us in two long strides, extending his hand. “Come here, Angel.”

Hand trembling with excitement, I place it in his. His fingers, warm and calloused, close around mine as he pulls me to my feet. My legs barely manage to hold me upright as he tugs me toward the hallway.

“Logan?”

He doesn’t answer me or look back, just keeps walking, his grip firm in mine. “Brex, give us a minute.”

I look over my shoulder to see Brex push off the couch and stretch with a satisfied grin. “Actually, I need to grab something from the truck.”

Logan pauses. “What’re you up to?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Brex winks, walking backward toward the front door. “Two minutes. Don’t start without me.”

The door clicks shut behind him, and then it’s just me and Logan.

No sooner have we crossed the threshold to my bedroom than Logan turns, prowling me until my back hits the wall.

Bracing one forearm above my head, caging me in, heat radiates off his skin like a brand. Sliding his other hand up under the hem of my sweater, his palm skates over my ribs. The rough pad of his thumb brushes the underside of my breast, and my nipples harden instantly, straining against the thin fabric of my bralette.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs against my temple, his voice a low, dark rumble that vibrates through my chest.

“I’ve never…”

His mouth curves against my skin. “Never what, Angel?”

“Never had a threesome,” I gasp, words stuttering from my lips when he gently squeezes my breast, and I arch into his touch, a broken sound escaping my throat.

“Oh, fu⁠—”

His mouth crashes down on mine.

Hungry and possessive, he bites my lower lip, tugging it between his teeth before soothing the sting with a slow swirl of his tongue. My fingers curl into the front of his shirt, bunching the fabric as I pull him closer.

His hand kneads my breast, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and I whimper into his mouth as he spins me away from the wall and over to the bed.

When he finally breaks away, the dark look he gives me makes my pussy pulse, right before said pulsing is interrupted by the soft click of the bedroom door.

I don’t need to turn around to know who it is.

Glancing up, I see Logan’s eyes harden as he glances behind me and gives a subtle jerk of his chin.