“I stared at every news report every single time word of injuries came out of Afghanistan.” Zach confessed. “I stopped counting how many times I’d get up during the night and those reports were always the first thing I checked. I marked time between your phone calls.”
“Life is all the things that happen when you’re not looking.” Jazz licked her lips. “My mom always says that. It’s a crap cliché, but I’m tired of not looking. Not when I have both of you and you better be sure, because I will personally kick your asses if you let me down.”
“Logan, translate the hardass for me—was that a yes?” Zach slanted a look at his best friend.
“Sounded suspiciously like a backasswards yes. But I’m not sure.”
Jazz bit her lip and laughed. “Ask me again.”
“I don’t know. She’s threatening spousal abuse and we’re not even hooked yet.” Zach’s blond head shook slowly. “We might want to reconsider.”
Logan slapped him in the back of the head lightly. “You done reconsidering?”
“Oh yeah. Truth or dare, sweetheart?”
Laughter bubbled up through the anxiety and the worry, shoving all of the ugly little what if questions away. “Truth.”
“Will you marry us?” Zach didn’t miss a beat.
“As soon as possible.” Logan tacked on, his expression fierce.
Fuck it. She only had one life. Damaged, broken into pieces and put back together again, but it was her life—and now it was theirs, too. “Yes.”
She barely saw them move through her tears and then she was in Zach’s and Logan’s arms, sandwiched between them. Zach’s mouth crushed down on hers in demanding ferocity. He released her and Logan took over. Their kisses were so different, stark with real emotion and needing, but they gave, too.
“I just want my hair back before we get married.” She managed to squeeze out between kisses. The swapping back and forth made her dizzy.
“We can get you a wig.” Zach’s hands slid under her skirt. Her body already hummed with need for them.
“Not here.” She grabbed his arm and looked to Logan. “I don’t want to do this here.”
“Why not, babe? We got the whole place to ourselves.” Zach’s fingers slid right along her labia, unerringly teasing her clit. Pleasure spiraled up from the simple caress.
“Because it’s not ours. I want to go back to your home—the one the two of you made—to the room you put together for me.” Stupid sentimentality maybe, but the fact that they had taken the time to set that room up for her warned her long before their words that they believed in her recovery. “I want to play in that big bed.”
Logan plucked her away from Zach and his magic fingers. She bit off an oath at the withdrawal of his caresses. “Get the car. I’ll blow out the candles.”
“Damon’s gonna kill us for wasting all this food.” But Zach pivoted on a heel and raced out the door.
Logan sat her down on the chair, pushing her skirt up again and spreading her thighs. As he knelt down, he grinned up.
“Wait until we get home.”
“Oh, lots of things can wait till then, but there’s one little thing I wanted to taste before we moved on—” And he leaned in, breath warming her thighs, to lick up the length of her sex, tongue whirling in a thorough, hard circle of her clit.
Her eyes crossed and her mind blanked. Pleasure radiated out from his touch, and her body teased along the edge of an orgasm, but he drew back with a gentle squeeze. “Oh yeah, just as sweet as I remembered. It was killing me to look and not touch. Stay put.”
He circled the room, extinguishing the candles, and she tried to retrieve the stray stands of thoughts that unraveled watching him.
Zach returned and side tossed the keys toward Logan. “Car’s out front. You’re driving.” He didn’t slow down, scooping her up, her bare ass hanging out and all. “I get to ride in the back with Jazz.”
“Hey.” Logan laughed, but despite the need stretching his voice, he didn’t sound angry. “That’s dirty pool.”
“You snooze, you lose.”
Jazz held onto him as he strolled outside. The area wasn’t exactly empty of people, even if Lagniappes’ lights were off. That the locals were too far away to actually see her ass didn’t make it any less bare. He loaded her in the car, pinching her bottom to scoot her over, and she laughed all the way as he slid into the back seat with her.
Logan muttered, climbed into the driver’s seat and started the engine. “If you plan to warm her up, share the details.”