No Regrets, No Surrender(44)

“Cruel.” Zach’s breath seemed to be as shallow as hers was. “Very cruel.”

Logan chuckled and scooped a spoonful of lobster out of the shell. He held it to her lips and she opened her mouth to take it. Surprise jerked through her as his mouth slanted over hers and his tongue pursued the juicy shellfish into her mouth. She groaned, straining into the kiss and grinding against Zach. He circled her clit with his thumb, never quite touching it.

Logan pulled away with a chuckle. “Hungry? Maybe we should eat.”

“Fuck the food. We’re still playing.” Her grumble set them both off, and Zach slid a finger down, circling her slick entrance. If their plan was to make her insane, they were on the right road.

“Yeah, fuck the food, Logan. It’s your turn.” Zach’s teeth grazed her earlobe and added another layer to the slow assault on her senses.

“Truth or dare, Jazz.”

Oh God, she wanted to say dare. Zach lips massaged her ear. His tongue tracing the whorls drove away coherent thought. “Truth.”

“Do you love us?”

The sound of their breathing punctuated the silence stretching between them. Zach went still against her, his thumb grazing her clit. The wonderful caress maddened her. Her pulse pounded. Logan’s liquid brown eyes promised pure wickedness but demanded more.

“Jazz?” His lips framed her name and she stared at him. For the first time she really wished she faced both of them at the same time. “Do you love us?”

“Yes.”





Chapter Ten





Logan fought the urge to surge forward and kiss her. The declaration was enough. He wanted to bury his cock inside her so deep she forgot what it was like not to have them as a part of her. Tears dampened her cheeks, and worry shifted beneath the laughter sparkling in her eyes. “You love us. So why are you pushing us away?”

“That’s two truths.” She licked her lips, catching one of the tears creasing along the side of her mouth.

“I don’t care about the game. I care about you—we care about you.”

“But it’s still my turn.” Her chin lifted, stubborn pride bringing it up, and Zach’s hands glided out to hold her thighs open. Logan didn’t want to resist the pretty pink pussy gleaming at him, but he clenched his fist and stayed cemented to his chair.

“Fine. Your turn.” He ignored Zach’s mouthed ‘patience’ as he glared at her. If she loved them, there wasn’t a problem.

Or there shouldn’t be a problem. I don’t think we can make it clearer…. Or maybe they could. But a mild resentment he didn’t want to own crawled up from his gut to sit on his heart. They would turn themselves inside out for her. If sitting by her bedside day in and day out, helping her with every little thing, not once asking for anything in return wasn’t enough—he didn’t know how else to prove it. He’d kissed every inch of her body, had stroked her through orgasm after orgasm. He couldn’t get enough of her.

He would never have enough of her.

His temper frayed, but he forced the strands back together. She needed him at the top of his game and they had a plan. He would stick to it.

“Okay, truth or dare,” she shifted a little, turning her flushed face to look at the man holding her. “Zach.”

“Truth.”

Patient son of a bitch. Logan blew out a breath through his teeth. His jaws hurt from holding them together, but it was the only way to keep from spitting out every thought in his head.

She glanced back at him once, including him in her question—or at least he hoped that’s what it meant. “Where do we go from here? I love you both. I want to be with both of you. But how—how do we make that work?”

Logistics. She was hung up on logistics. Logan pinched the bridge of his nose until his eyes burned. Of course she’s hung up on logistics. She’s a gunny. She knows how to look ahead, to look at the angles, to make the plans…c’mon Zach…make the answer count.

Zach slid a leg back and lifted her, one-arming her onto his leg so she wasn’t quite straddling his lap. Logan understood why, but he missed the front row seat to her soft, pink flesh. He adjusted his own seat. The dress trousers weren’t designed for a raging hard on. If they convinced her to stay with them, he was going to have to take that into consideration in the next pair.

“It works because we want it to work. We stay honest with each other. You let us love you and share you. It’s like Vegas, baby—only we keep it with us forever.” Simple and straightforward, Zach didn’t pull the verbal punch. “You love us. We love you. We make it work.”