Page 125 of Hearts Storm

The warm scent of cinnamon surrounds me as Brex molds his chest against my back, just as Logan drags his fingers down my cheek. “You sure about this, Angel?”

My heart ratchets up a zillion notches, catching my answer in my throat as I nod.

Moving my hair away from my neck, Brex’s breath warms the side of my throat before he kisses me there and says, “Best answer him, Pretty.” A quick nip at the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder is followed by, “I don’t want to have to punish you so soon. I was kinda hoping we’d work our way up to that.”

Without taking his eyes off me, Logan huffs, “Let’s not scare her away before we even get started, Brex.”

“Please. I’m not scared of a little punishment,” I snark.

Logan’s nostrils flare and another nip at my shoulder from Brex borders on pain, making me gasp before he gives it a soothing swipe of his tongue. His chuckle is low and devastatingly sexy as he tucks his fingers just under the hem of my sweater, swirling them over my skin. “You say that now.”

Brex’s fingers curl, pulling it up and over my head. Cool air kisses my heated skin, raising goosebumps across my stomach and arms. My bralette is a thin scrap of black lace that does absolutely nothing to hide the fact that my nipples are hard enough to cut glass.

Dropping his gaze, something feral flashes in Logan’s eyes before he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my leggings. He drags them down slowly, inch by agonizing inch, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs as he goes, leaving me in nothing but my lace panties.

I’ve never felt more exposed. But I’ve also never been more turned on in my entire life.

Keeping his attention locked on the damp spot between my thighs, Logan bites his lower lip and drops to his knees. Curling his fingers into the hem of my panties, he slides them down and off before tossing them over his shoulder without a second glance. “Before I step aside, I want a taste.”

Oh, fuck.

“Sure, Lo.” Brex kisses the side of my neck. One hand gripping my hip, he splays the other across my stomach, and with a firm nudge, kicks my legs apart. “Have at it.”

Logan’s gaze darkens. Completely focused on my pussy, he uses his thumbs to spread me open. Then, in one long, slow, devastating stroke, he drags his tongue through my folds from my entrance to my clit.

“Oh, God.” The words, raw and broken, tear from my throat, my head falling back against Brex’s shoulder.

Logan slowly and deliberately circles my clit with the flat of his tongue before sealing his lips over it and sucking. Hard.

Instantly, my knees buckle. Brex tightens one arm around my waist, pressing me against his chest. Holding me upright as if I weigh nothing, he cups my breast over my bralette, thumb brushing over my nipple through the thin lace.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs in my ear. Voice rough with arousal, I can feel his cock pressing against my lower back.

My inner walls start to clench and shudder. I can feel my climax building, climbing higher and higher with every swirl of Logan’s tongue.

Logan groans, the vibration sending shockwaves rippling through my core. He pulls back to look up at me, eyes bright with lust right before he shoves two thick fingers inside my cunt.

Eyes rolling back in my head, I detonate with a garbled scream.

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My dick has never been harder than it is right now. The sound of Reyna screaming out her orgasm has me almost coming in my jeans.

Keeping my mouth latched to her clit, I slow the thrust of my fingers, working her through it.

Brex murmurs in her ear as he pulls the lace of her bra down, exposing her perfect tits.

I pull my fingers free, dragging them through her one last time before I bring them to my mouth, eyes locked on hers as I lick them clean, savoring every last drop.

Her eyes go wide as she watches me, lips parted, chest heaving. And when her teeth bite into her full bottom lip, I swear to all that is right in this messed up world my dick spurts a bit of pre cum into my briefs.

Fuck. I could get addicted to that look. Come to think of it, I already am.

Rising to my feet, I pop the button on my jeans, fingers working the zipper when Brex’s voice cuts through the haze.

“Have a seat, Lo. You’re gonna love the show I’ve got planned.”

Yanking my shirt over my head, I kick off my jeans. Keeping my boxer briefs on, I drop into the chair sitting in the corner of her room. It’s positioned perfectly, giving me a direct line of sight to the bed.