Cole held himself completely still, though Luke’s hands gripping his hips looked almost painful. Sam couldn’t see Cole’s face from where she lay, but she could see Luke’s every expression. His lips were a hard, thin slash on his face, his brow furrowed, and the cords in his neck pulled tight.
“Fuck.” Luke began moving inside of Cole, going deep, then pulling back.
Sam knew what it felt like, knew the pleasure marked by an erotic bite of pain, and from the look on Luke’s face, he was barely maintaining control. She wondered what it was like when the two men were alone. There was something strong that linked these two men together, yet Sam got the impression that neither of them would admit it. Even to themselves.
“So fucking tight.” The words were clipped, restraint written on his face, as he took Cole slow and deep, his cock as hard as steel as he pulled back and moved forward again.
“Deeper.” This time Cole spoke out, making his own demands as he rocked backward. “Fuck me, damn it! Fuck me!”
And with that, Luke let himself go, their bodies a blur of motion as Luke pounded himself into Cole, grunting and thrusting, as he leaned over him, holding him tighter, Cole using the strength in his arms to push back against the sensual invasion.
“Damn you!” Luke groaned, and Sam didn’t think the man intended to make this personal, but she felt the hunger in Luke’s voice, felt the need that he tried to deny, saw with her own eyes the pleasure he sought from Cole’s body.
The room erupted in powerful groans, and sensual moans as the two men maintained their defiance, seeking what they longed for from the other, but still holding something back.
Sam felt Logan’s cock stir inside of her, apparently as affected by the sensual onslaught as she was and he began to move, his hips grinding, pushing his erection deeper, angled perfectly as he continued to press against the sensitive tissue, her body igniting as the visual stimulation, combined with the hard feel of Logan, set her aflame.
“Come for me, damn it!” Luke ground out the command, as he impaled Cole repeatedly, harder, faster, then reached around grabbing hold of Cole’s cock and stroking in time with the pounding.
Cole howled out his release, a deep, sensual cry interrupting the otherwise heated silence, while Luke thrust deeper, once, twice, then he followed Cole over, leaning forward and clamping his mouth on the other man’s shoulder as he groaned out his release.
Sam sat up, still astride Logan, still taking him deep inside of her. She locked her gaze with his, seeing the possessive need, the same hunger she had seen on Luke’s face as he buried himself deep inside of Cole’s body.
A hot coal of desire bloomed deep, spreading out through her core, and she exploded around Logan’s cock, her fingers biting into his chest, her legs gripping his hips as the room dimmed in her vision, bright sparks erupting behind her eyelids before everything went dark.
Chapter Thirty Four
Logan sat at his kitchen table, glancing through emails, sipping the strong coffee he’d made only a few minutes earlier. He hadn’t been awake for long, but he couldn’t lie in his bed alone any longer.
It had been two full days since he and Sam had spent the night at Luke’s house. They’d somehow managed to make it in to work the next day, but today, he’d opted to stay home. Unable to even come up with an excuse, he’d simply told Xavier where he could reach him if needed.
Since that night, Logan had felt a strange feeling deep in his chest, and he was positively certain he wasn’t having a heart attack. No, this wasn’t in any way related to his health, though it had everything to do with how he was feeling. All of the aches and longing were because of Sam.
He loved her, though the one word didn’t seem a deft enough description of his true feelings. Until that night, until he’d watched his wanton woman come apart in his arms in so many ways, he hadn’t realized the depth of his feelings. He had openly admitted his love for her, telling her repeatedly over the last two days, his pulse beating faster every time she offered the same declaration. Though she was telling him, Logan could feel her trying to pull away, and he needed to figure out what the hell to do about it.
For two days, she’d convinced him to give her some space, and she’d slept at her apartment while he spent the nights alone in his bed. Something was going to have to change, but for the life of him, Logan didn’t know what to do about it.
They had slept at Luke’s that night after Logan had carried her to one of his spare guest rooms. He had held her soft, sweet body against him through the night, and she’d slept so peacefully, he’d hated to wake her. After a few measly hours, knowing they had to go to work, Logan had had no choice.