Page 154 of Hearts Storm

As Logan strides across the room, I catch glimpses of the bedroom with its king-sized bed dressed in crisp white linen. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcase the glittering Portland skyline, and the open bathroom door reveals a massive marble tub and walk-in shower, which I know from personal experience is more than big enough for three people.

“Ugh. Put me down, you caveman,” I protest, heart racing with anticipation.

“As you wish, Angel,” Logan rumbles as the sound of a cork popping hits my ears.

Hand still firmly planted on my ass, he swings me upright, setting me on my feet. My heels sink into the plush carpet as I sway in an attempt to regain my balance.

“To a fun-filled weekend, full of debauchery,” Brex smirks, handing me a flute.

Lustful eyes boring into mine, Logan raises his glass.

We all clink glasses, and I take a sip. The bubbles tickle my nose and throat as I swallow, warmth spreading through my body.

“Now.” Draining his glass, Logan sets it down on the coffee table. “I’m running the show tonight.”

Brex moves in, taking his place at my back. He brushes his lips over my shoulder, making me shiver in response. “Hmmm, I’m not sure if she’s quite ready for what we have planned.”

My heart thunders in my ears as his fingers skim up my thighs.

Logan moves in to cup my face. “Sure, she is. We just have to ease her into it, that’s all.”

Then his mouth crashes down, swallowing whatever breath I have left. It’s hungry, tongue tangling with mine, and I melt into him, fingers curling into the collar of his shirt.

Palms warm and calloused, Brex slides his hands over my thighs, bunching the fabric of my dress around my waist. I gasp into Logan’s mouth when his fingers find the edge of my panties, only to tug the lace aside and drag a finger through my slit.

My eyes flutter shut, head falling back against Brex’s shoulder as pleasure ripples through me.

“Fuck, Lo,” he hisses against the shell of my ear. “She’s so drenched for us already, we might not even need lube.”

Logan breaks the kiss, breath coming in ragged pants. His green eyes are dark, almost black with need as he glances over my head at Brex.

“Fuck. I forgot the lube and condoms in the car.”

I blink up at him, lips swollen from his kiss. “Why do we need condoms? We haven’t been using them.”

A sharp nip at the juncture between my neck and shoulder sends a jolt straight to my throbbing core. “Because it’s safer for taking your ass.” Brex’s voice drops into that low, filthy rumble that makes another gush of wetness flood between my thighs. “How do you think I got Logan to give up his seat at the arena?”

So that’s what their whispered argument was all about? Brex was negotiating?

My clit pulses in response as a broken little sound escapes my throat. “Oh.”

Slowly circling his fingers at my entrance, Brex growls, “Go ahead, Lo. I’ll get all her holes nice and ready for us.”

Logan’s intense gaze finds mine. “Fine, but she doesn’t come until we’re both inside her.”

The force of his words cause a whimper to escape my throat.

“Sounds good to me,” Brex purrs as he slowly pushes two fingers inside me.

Shrugging off his tuxedo jacket, Logan tosses it onto the couch. “I’ll be back in ten.”

As soon as the door slams shut, Brex removes his fingers, leaving me empty and wanting more. “Don’t. Move.”

“Brex, wha⁠—”

“Shhh…”

My heart hammers in my chest as he moves to stand before me, bringing his glistening fingers up to my mouth. “Open.”