Logan laughed at her strangled gasp, scooting down her body to press a long, vibrating kiss to her clit. She bucked her hips and he pinched her ass in reprisal. “If you move, I stop.”
“Not fair.”
“Nope. But this isn’t about fair.” Her musk teased his nostrils. He really could get drunk on her. “This is about making sure you don’t forget us.”
“I don’t think that will be a problem,” she chuckled, her sex quivering invitingly up at him.
“Then I have one condition.” Zach shifted on the bed, edging up near her face, his cock in full salute.
“Name it.” She didn’t blink, her gaze fastened on Zach’s midsection and Logan nipped her clit, dragging her attention back to him. They’d shared women before, a quick fuck, a night of fun, and never looked back. But Jasmine was different. Zach’s tone told Logan that he felt the same way. He didn’t mind sharing her with Zach, as long as they were on the same page.
“Your next leave belongs to us.”
Hell yes they were on the same page. Logan had forgotten what being whole was like, what it was to be a man. He wasn’t giving that up. He wasn’t giving up Zach’s part in it either. Watching the two of them, watching Zach fill her, lit the match.
“Both of us,” Logan agreed, swirling his tongue around the swollen nub. “You just tell us when….”
“…and we’ll be there.” Zach feathered his fingers over her cheek and lower to cup her neck.
“Both of you.” She pressed a kiss to the swollen tip of Zach’s cock and Logan grinned.
Semper fi….