“It’s going to get better.” Logan promised. “And before he shoves that cock in you, I want another taste.”
Together, they maneuvered her back onto the bed. He didn’t want to stop touching her, so he turned her face to him and caught her mouth in a long kiss. Her startled gasp told him exactly when Logan settled between her thighs and went to work on her with his tongue. He leaned away from the kiss and watched the pleasure shivering in her eyes.
She nibbled along his jaw and her hands came up into his hair. He’d never let it grow, not even after leaving the Marines, but the caress of her nails against his scalp sent another pulse of want into his cock. “Hurry up.” He glanced down at Logan’s dark head as it moved back and forth.
Jazz stiffened and he saw the orgasm roll her under, and Logan barely rose before Zach flipped her over and positioned her on his lap. He wanted her to straddle him. She stared at him dazedly, and her flesh quivered with little quakes. She was still riding the orgasm Logan had given her. He grinned, he wanted to take his time, but that would have to wait. The minute he felt her scorching heat on the tip of his cock, she rocked her pelvis down and impaled herself.
He moaned and the sound wrapped around her own long cry. She tipped her head back and he realized that somewhere in their caresses, she’d lost her scarf. Back arching, she planted her knees and rode up then down. He braced her hips, but he couldn’t pound into her the way he wanted. His cock practically wept as it was. She was so fucking tight around him, every stroke driving him closer to the edge. Her sex gripped him until his vision blacked out.
Logan caught her face in his hands and without breaking her rhythm, kissed her. They really were beautiful together. His best friend and their woman—from the moment she’d sashayed into that hotel room in Vegas, all he thought about was fucking her.
He pushed his pelvis up and met her downward shift, driving balls deep. Being that close to her made him crazy. For a year, he’d sated his hunger with his hand and thoughts of her. But she was here, recovering, and she’d promised to be theirs. He would feel her, touch her, make love to her and fuck her anytime he wanted. He was never going to let her go. She would never walk away from them again.
Above him, Logan worked her breasts and he showered her face with kisses as she strained. Her hips lost their rhythm and she cried out, her pussy clamping down on him like a silken glove. Zach’s balls locked up and his orgasm detonated, ripping through him like a cannonball, and he twisted as he came.
Jazz fell forward and they both caught her. It should fuck him up to be rubbing against his best friend while they were both naked, but it felt good, right, to share this with him, like he shared so much else. All that mattered was the woman in their arms and the spasms shuddering through her with every touch of their skin.
He held her close, burying his face against hers until their breath mingled and his heart seemed to slam in time with hers.
A lazy languor rolled through Logan. He was hard as a post and ready to fuck her, but watching her and Zach gave him such immense satisfaction. The sleepy pleasure in her face, the dewy dampness on her cheeks, and the way her muscles shivered under his caresses contented him while she caught her breath. He glanced over and met Zach’s eyes. They’d committed to it long before that moment, but even between the best friends, something shifted, cemented, and became more powerful. They’d always been a team, partners, and supporters.
Jazz made them whole. The soft, even sound of her breaths brought a small smile to his lips. She was asleep.
“Dude, sorry.” Zach murmured.
“Let her sleep. We have the rest of our lives, and we were pretty damn hard on her.” He didn’t regret pushing. She needed the shove. He needed to be the one who pushed her. Gently, he scooted over and peeled her off Zach. She murmured a low sound, but Logan tucked her up against his side.
“Be right back.” His best friend levered out of the bed and padded into the bathroom to clean up. The water turned on and off, but Jazz never shifted. The bed dipped as Zach returned, and he rolled onto his side, propped his head up onto his hand. “We didn’t give her the ring.”
“We will in the morning.” By mutual consent they kept it quiet. Logan’s balls ached, but he could handle a little discomfort—it didn’t come close to matching the feeling of her—of all of them sharing the bed. This was why they’d invested in the king size. Why they set her up in the largest room. The room they wanted to share with her.
“We’re going to need a bigger place.” Zach chuckled as though following his train of thought.