How could she remain with them when she was never a priority?
She let her chin fall to her chest in a gesture of defeat. She was fooling herself. Yes, she wanted them. Loved them with every breath. But it wasn’t enough. They had to want and need her every bit as much.
Rhys reached up to touch her cheek, light and seeking, tentative almost as if he feared what he’d see in her eyes.
“Cat, I love you,” he whispered. “Please believe that.”
Warmth seeped through her veins, lighting hope in its path. She wanted to believe him. Wanted it more than anything.
One hand fell to her hip. The other hand crept to the opposite side, then down, cradling her buttocks in his firm grip.
No. This was her moment. She was in control. She wanted to hear him beg. She wanted him to feel the desperation she did. Wanted him to ache every bit as much as she did.
Pulling his hands away, she pushed them back up above his head. As she leaned forward, she purposely brushed the tips of her breasts across his mouth.
She felt his sigh blow over the taut peaks as she turned one way then the other, teasing him. He loved her breasts. Logan was more of an ass man. Her cheeks heated as she recalled how much he loved her ass. Rhys, on the other hand, spent a lot of time touching, licking and sucking her breasts.
When they did it at the same time? Heaven.
She nearly groaned aloud as the image of Logan fucking her ass while Rhys devoured her breasts came to mind.
She lowered herself another inch, fitting a puckered nipple to Rhys’ lips. Her pregnancy had brought changes to her breasts, and she inhaled sharply as he took the nipple in his mouth. He sucked at it greedily, drawing it between his teeth. The sounds he made, like a man starving, drew in her stomach, clenching every muscle. Hot. Erotic.
She pulled away when the sensation became too much, locking her hands over his arms when he tried to move to hold her down. Remembering her plan, she rose and fell against him, taking him deeper into her pussy.
He closed his eyes, strain evident as his face creased in near agony. His breaths tore from his mouth, and he bucked upward with his hips.
“Beg,” she whispered. “I won’t end it until you beg.”
When she felt him tense underneath her, she stopped completely, staving off his impending orgasm.
A tortured groan spilled from his mouth. “Cat,” he gasped. “Please.”
She leaned down and pressed her tongue to the center of his chest. She licked upward, leaving a warm, damp trail to his neck. When she nuzzled into the hollow of his throat, she clamped down with her teeth, nipping sharply.
His jaw went slack, and his pulse sped up. His heart pounded against her. One long delicious lick, up over his chin to his lips and then she took him, hard, in an aggressive kiss. All of the frustration came rushing out. Months of longing, painful need.
She dug her knees into his side and began to ride him. Her body undulated as she rose. She threw her head back, closed her eyes and concentrated on the pleasure rolling like the waves at the beach.
His hands skimmed over her belly, then up to cup her breasts, much more sensitive now. Her nipples were darker, and any stimulation was almost painful to bear.
She put her hands over his, holding them in place as she arched over him again and again.
Remembering that Logan was watching, she glanced over her shoulder. He met her gaze, his fist pumping at his swollen cock. But he wouldn’t come.
She smiled. No, he’d find his release after he made her come. For a moment, she slowed, wanting to prolong Rhys’ orgasm, thus making Logan wait longer.
“Finish it, Catherine,” Logan growled.
She turned back to Rhys, a slight smile curving her lips.
“You’re such a tease,” Rhys said in a strained voice.
His thumbs brushed over her nipples, and she flinched. He frowned.
“Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head. Determined to distract him once more, she picked up her pace. Her fingers dug into his sides. He slid his hands down to cover hers. His fingers threaded through hers in a tender gesture, one that brought tears to her eyes.
Then he squeezed and his body bucked upward. “God, Cat, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
She wasn’t as close to her own orgasm yet, but that was okay. Logan would soon take care of that. A wicked smile worked at her mouth.
She rode. Hard and unrelenting. She writhed and twisted, coaxing him higher until his back bowed off the bed as he sought to get deeper inside her.
His cry split the room. His cock pulsed within her, and she clutched him to her, cradling him with her body, surrounding him as she milked his release.
Her breath caught when he placed his palm against her belly, almost as if he knew what secret she harbored. Emotion swelled, sharp and aching. How she’d always dreamed of giving them a child. Of having their loving devotion throughout her pregnancy. Of creating a perfect family.