Amanda's Wolves(50)

When Logan tucked the tips of his fingers into the top of her jean skirt, tingles raced up her spine and made her nipples come to attention. “Look at me, baby.” His voice was lower, soft, and rough with desire.

She lifted her face to meet his gaze, tipping her head back so far that it landed on Sawyer’s chest. His bare chest. When had he taken off his shirt?

Logan’s gaze was serious. “Your pace. Just relax.”

She nodded subtly. She knew they wouldn’t do anything to intentionally rush her, but there was no way to overlook the fact that she wanted this as badly as they did, if not more. She was out of control, and she curled her fingers into his pecs, digging into the firm flesh to ground herself.

He didn’t flinch or comment, as if he either didn’t realize she was hurting him or didn’t care. When he started backing up, Sawyer moved forward, and between the two of them, they inched her toward the bed. It was high off the ground and huge. They would all fit, but the logistics of this scene were still rather lost on her.

Who would go first?

Logan sat on the edge of the bed and tucked both hands under her blouse and camisole. “You like pink.” He didn’t meet her eyes. It was just a comment. His gaze roamed up and down her torso.

“Yes.” The word was breathy. She didn’t care about pink right them. All she could think about was Sawyer’s hands as he kneeled behind her, letting them run down her legs.

He tugged off her flats and set them aside, and then he let his fingers trail back up her bare legs from her ankles to her thighs. The skirt inched upward with him until he held her upper legs with both hands and gripped.

Visions of him splaying her wide early that morning made her dizzy. His mouth on her sex… She moaned at the thought. Had that been just this morning? It seemed like days ago.

In fact, she was so horny, it was hard to imagine she’d had two orgasms in the early morning light just hours ago. As if it had never happened, she was ready to go again.

Logan popped the button on the front of her skirt and lowered the zipper, the sound making her flinch. When he finished, Sawyer untucked his hands and pulled the denim over her hips until it pooled at her feet.

She managed to step out, probably only keeping her balance because Logan had a grip on her waist. He didn’t bother with the buttons on her blouse. He simply pushed the tight cotton of her camisole along with the sheer material of the blouse up her body until he tugged both pieces of clothing over her head.

Her hair fell around her shoulders, and she shivered as cool air hit her skin. She swayed forward, unsure if the action was voluntary or not. She needed him to touch her, everywhere, but she was also wobbly. Her legs threatened to buckle.

When Sawyer’s hands roamed up her waist and cupped her breasts from behind, she lifted onto her tiptoes and moaned, arching her chest forward.

Logan drew a line down her cheek, neck, and chest until he reached the V of her bra. He outlined the lace edge and dipped in on one side to flick the pad of his finger across her nipple.

Wetness pooled between her legs. The nerve endings in her clit and lower lips became super sensitive. Like a nymphomaniac, she craved more.

“God, you’re sexy,” Logan muttered. He popped the front clasp on her bra, releasing her breasts so they sprang free. They weren’t huge, but they had always been large for her frame. He leaned his face forward and sucked one nipple into his mouth while Sawyer eased her bra off her arms and dropped it.

She squeezed her eyes shut. So many sensations. Any hesitation she might have felt earlier fled. This was right. It was so right, she couldn’t deny it. Or stop it.

And she didn’t want to. Whatever these two men had to offer, she was taking it.

Sawyer’s hands smoothed back down her belly until they reached her thighs. He nudged them open and cupped her sex.

She moaned, the combination of Logan’s lips on her nipple and Sawyer’s fingers stroking the edges of her lace panties was more than she could bare. She grabbed Logan’s shoulders and held on to avoid falling.

Finally, he released her with a pop, her nipple puckering further as the cool air of the room hit the wet tip. Logan stood, easing her back a pace, and then he tugged the comforter down to the end of the bed.

While Sawyer held her steady, one hand still teasing her through her panties and the other bracing her belly, she watched Logan strip out of his jeans.

Jesus.

She’d seen him naked yesterday before he shifted, but it didn’t take away from the renewed shock. He was huge. She was also intelligent enough to realize he would fit. Of course. Everyone had sex. Everyone fit together. Logically. But it seemed incredible to her. It had been so long since she’d had sex and never with anyone as large as Logan.