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fit her legs around his waist, she was desperate for release.
    He stroked his length between her drenched folds, making long firm glides that raked over her clit. She was grateful for the friction and quickly came unraveled. She sucked harder and harder on Killian’s cock while Jason thrust powerfully against her, dry-humping her faster and faster, until she shot over the edge, giving a muffled scream.
    Killian jerked in her mouth, come jetted, and she swallowed around him, milking him until he pulled free and bent to lift her head to watch as Jason ground against her, his broad chest coated with a thin sheen of sweat, his lips peeled back over his teeth in a primal grimace. When he came, she clutched him with her thighs, holding him until he slumped against her breasts.
    Her gaze met Killian’s upside down one. They shared a smile. Jason scooted back and pulled her under him. She didn’t know how much her neck ached until her head rested on the mattress again.
    “Ouch,” she grumbled.
    Jason’s chest rocked against her as he laughed. When he raised his head, he bent to kiss her. “Johnny’s luckier than he knows,” he whispered against her mouth.
    She grinned lazily, gliding her hands over his damp back. “You gonna tell him?”
    “Only if you think it will make him even madder.”
    She glanced at Johnny, whose stony expression was back in place. However, there was a darkness lurking in his eyes that spiked her blood with renewed heat.
    “Let’s give her some space,” Killian said, easing away from the bed. “Why don’t we head to the living room? We can turn up the air and put logs on the fireplace.”
    Jason groaned, but rolled off her.
    Cool air brushed over her sweaty body. A fire? She shook her head. “That makes no sense at all.”
    Killian shook her head like she was mentally deficient. “We’ll stretch out on the rug in front of the fire. It’s romantic.”
    “It’s eighty degrees outside.”
    “Which is why we’ll up the AC.” He winked, then held out his hand.
    She was reluctant to leave Johnny. But he didn’t ask her to stay.
    Killian’s glance flicked from her to Johnny, as though he too waited for his brother to say something, do something. When his brother didn’t, he cupped his fingers. “Come on.” He tugged her up. “No clothes. That’s the rule.”
    “You got many rules?”
    “Just that you call the shots.”
    She shook her head, smiling slightly. Trying to find something to laugh about because Johnny’s lack of reaction disappointed her. “As if,” she scoffed. “If you didn’t notice, I could barely speak.”
    “A trait you and Johnny share.”
    She snorted and laughed, glancing back to see Johnny easing off the bed. For the first time, she saw his whole body straighten, and she stumbled.
    Killian’s arm caught her waist to keep her from going to her knees. He pulled her against his chest, his erection prodding her belly—this time without the protection of layers of clothing.
    She marveled over how disturbing it was to feel the press of one naked man while watching another stride toward her.
    Johnny was tall, rangy, broad. A smattering of hair around his groin but none on his chest. His dark cock was long and pointing upward—thick. The Logan boys were all blessed in that department.
    She swallowed hard. When she looked up, his usual hard glare drilled her.
    Killian squeezed her. “Like what you see?”
    Ignoring Johnny’s lethal stare, she leaned back her head to meet Killian’s gaze. “And what I feel,” she whispered.
    His hand snagged hers and he stepped back, letting her look her fill, until every part of her body blushed. His chest was cloaked in dark brown hair that narrowed over his belly then fanned out again at his groin. His cock was thick, reddish, and slightly curved toward the ceiling.
    “Built for a woman’s pleasure,” he said, fisting his cock to stroke it while she stared.
    Johnny growled.
    Ellie shook her head and turned on her heel,