No Regrets, No Surrender(43)

“To which one of us, sweetheart?” Zach licked the lobster bite from his fingers, and she stared at his tongue action. Her thighs trembled. God, they really did turn her upside down with almost no effort.

“You.” She managed to force the word out. Logan’s hand cupped her ass as he settled her on his lap. She should climb out of it, but she wasn’t sure her legs would hold her after that.

“Hmm.” Zach took a swallow of beer. “Truth.”

Her mind blanked. “Um…how did my kissing Logan make you feel?”

His slow grin seemed answer enough, but he leaned forward and pinned her against Logan with his gaze. “Hot. Turned on. Stiff as a board. Watching you kiss him is sexy as hell.”

The words and the look set a wave of wet heat through her. She longed to kiss him. To stoke the flames burning in her belly until they all caught fire. She loved them both. She wanted to touch and be touched, to kiss and be kissed, and be naked and to strip them down. The night before with Logan was just the beginning. She needed to touch him—them—more.

“Logan, truth or dare.” Zach cut another piece of steak and reached over to tease her lips with it. She opened her mouth and took the bite, never looking away from him as she chewed.

Behind her, Logan laughed. “Truth.”

“How do you feel about the orgasms I gave her a few weeks ago?” The dry delivery accompanied by the wryness in his smile sent a squirm of need through her. He had given her orgasms in that shower. Several of them. The light touch of his fingers, the rasp of the washcloth and her body went to putty. Beneath her, Logan’s cock stiffened against her bottom.

“Hmm…a little desperate to finish what you started.” Logan’s breath tickled her cheek and she cut her gaze back to him. “Truth or dare, cupcake?”

“Cupcake?”

“Hmm-hmm. Sweet and glossy frosting that I want to lick off.”

Holy shit, desire rode through her, and now she definitely wanted to be naked. She boiled from the inside out.

She should say truth. They needed this conversation. Truth. She would say truth. “Dare.”

“Give me your panties and go sit in Zach’s lap.” The words conjured Vegas. The way he’d knelt down in front of her and stripped her panties off with his teeth. The warmth of his breath and the caress of his lips. The rasp of his stubble against the inside of her thigh. The soft kiss of his mouth to her clit.

Her stomach tightened. She’d have to stay in Logan’s lap to get the panties off, standing wasn’t really an option. “Can I have help for my dare?”

Logan’s arms tightened around her, and he shifted her until she sat with her back to his chest and his erection lay against the seam of her ass. Her stomach plummeted with need, and she fought to concentrate. Logan’s fingers splayed against her thighs and rolled her skirt up.

Zach rose from his chair and circled the table. He hooked his fingers into her panties and peeled them down. She had to lift her hips and ground softly against Logan’s erection in the process. Chill air teased her heated pussy. She wasn’t the only one affected, though. The Marine holding her groaned, and Zach let loose with a low whistle.

“Someone’s wet.” He rolled her panties up and stuck them in his pocket. She didn’t think she was going to need them anytime soon. He held out a hand to her. Standing took a hell of a lot more effort. He claimed her chair and pulled her into his lap. His fingers caressed up the inside of her thigh until they rested against her sex. The pressure was a torment, because he neither stroked nor pressed his advantage.

“It’s your turn to choose, sweetheart.” Zach’s breath tickled her ear, and she caught Logan’s look as he stared at Zach’s hand.

“Truth or dare, Logan.” Her nipples tightened in anticipation.

“Truth.” His hungry stare threatened to gobble her up.

The hell with choices. She wanted them both. “What do you want Zach to do now that I’m in his lap?”

Logan grinned slowly. “Well, he could strip the rest of your clothes off and take his time with your breasts. Tease your nipples until those hard little peaks are flushed pink and ready to be sucked. Or maybe move his hand a little, press down on your clit while he strokes your pussy. Hmm…or better, spread your thighs so I can stare at you and watch while he thrusts his fingers inside and starts stretching you, gets you really wet and slick and ready for his cock.”

The words were a slow, torturous sensation. Her body was on fire. Too many damn clothes stood between her and what he described. Zach’s fingers flexed against her pussy, a half-frustrating stroke mirroring Logan’s suggestion.