No Regrets, No Surrender(50)
“When she gets the all clear, we can talk to the Captain about those new houses he’s considering building.” The extension across the highway doubled the land they owned. The apartments were great for temporary visitors, but long-term staff would want more.
“Sounds like a plan.” A yawn punctuated his words. “She said yes.”
“I know. I was there. Get some sleep, man. I’ll keep watch.” He didn’t have to tell the Marine twice. The man’s eyes closed and the light snore an echo of their training. They knew how to sleep when needed.
Logan wasn’t quite ready to yet. He wanted to lie there, holding her, and listen to them both. Home never sounded so sweet. He cupped a hand around her breast, the pulse of her heart beating a calm cadence. Sleep came for him slowly, but he never let her go.
***
Sparks lighting up his cock drove the curtain of sleep from his brain. The first weak light of morning pushed at the mini-blinds in the room. Jazz wasn’t curled up next to him anymore. Zach lay with an arm across his face and sprawled over half the bed. Wet heat licked from the slit of his dick to his balls, and Logan shoved up on his elbows to look down. He went from relaxed to coiled like a spring in seconds as he watched his cock disappear between Jazz’s lips. She licked him up and down, maintaining a wild, erotic rhythm. He pulsed in anticipation. She glanced up, meeting his gaze as her head bobbed up and her tongue swirled around the head.
He reached a hand down, but she shook her head slowly. “My turn to play.” The words vibrated against him and sent another surge upward, spiking his pleasure. Frustration curled through him, she was all over the place, never quite lingering long enough in one motion to let him blow—and by God he was going to come. His balls sucked up tight to his body, his dick thrumming with need.
She traced her tongue across the slit again, lapping up the bead of liquid pearling there, and he growled. She laughed and opened her mouth wider, swallowing him all the way to the back of her throat. He worried she might gag, but she controlled the motion, sucking him deep. The continued torment of her tongue whirling around him was the single most sensual thing he’d ever felt. His concern burned up in a flame of need. On the next thrust, an orgasm shot through him like a bullet and he came. She never let go of him, swallowing everything he pumped out, and his heart fisted in his chest.
He slumped back against the pillows, shaking with every tender lick she bestowed while she cleaned him. She crawled up to lay her head against his belly, and he drifted a hand down to caress her scalp, ever mindful of how tender some spots might still be.
“Fuck that’s beautiful.” Zach lay on his side, head propped on his hand as he stared at them. “I don’t know whether to join in or ask for an encore.”
Jazz laughed. “Give me a minute and I’ll happily suck your cock, too.”
“I love it when you talk dirty. But who gets to eat her pussy?” Zach arched a brow and Logan laughed.
“I had her for dessert. You can have it for breakfast—”
She groaned a luscious sound of anticipation. “I don’t know that I’ll ever walk again at this rate. I have PT in a couple of hours—” Zach shifted off the bed and her words broke off. Her body bucked, and Logan didn’t have to look to know Zach found his way between her legs.
“That’s more than enough time for a few more rounds, sweetheart. Don’t worry, we’ll feed you.”
Her laughter matched his.
Yeah, this was the perfect way to start the day.
***
The packed and folded wheelchair leaned against the wall next to the door. Jazz sat perched on the edge of the dining room table, her robe askew and her mussed hair a testament to Logan’s early morning pounce when she walked into the kitchen. He’d noticed her lack of a limp right away. He picked her up and feasted on her until the world danced. She needed another shower, but there was something almost romantic about how easily and thoroughly she came when either of her men started touching her.
She looked at the ring on her finger. She wore two of them, interlocking bands, placed there by each of the men she loved. They hadn’t quite figured out the logistics of the wedding yet, but a private ceremony for the three of them would accompany whatever other splashy event they needed for their families. Families that supported the decision remarkably enough.
She’d already gotten requests for at least one boy and one girl from Logan and Zach’s mothers. That embarrassing conversation left her with a quiet thrill of acceptance, too. Her own mother’s response startled her, but in retrospect, it probably shouldn’t have. They went out to lunch a week after Jazz said yes to the guys.