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walking away as quickly as she could on wobbly legs, Killian’s soft laughter following her into the living room.
    She’d seen it all. Every glorious inch of every Logan brother. And it looked as though she’d be a very lucky girl indeed.
    Keeping Killian’s advice about Johnny close to her heart, she decided she was done being shy. Done with waiting for them to decide how this was going down. It was her body they planned to enjoy. They could take their pleasure, they were more than welcome to it, but she’d take hers as well.
    If Johnny Logan wasn’t happy about it, it was too damn bad. She’d felt just how much he hated his brothers’ bringing her to orgasm, but he hadn’t intervened. In fact, he’d held her while they’d plundered her.
    Maybe Killian was only partly right. She was beginning to think Johnny liked sharing his woman more than he would ever admit. It gave him a chance to break free of his quietude, a reason to assert a possessiveness he hadn’t ever allowed himself to feel.
    The thought sent a blissfully cool shiver down her back. Belonging to him. Being shared among the rest.
    Maybe being a wife among the Logans wasn’t the sort of relationship she’d always dreamed she’d have, but she wasn’t going to scoff at it any longer. It could work out to be her wildest fantasy come true.
     
     
    Johnny didn’t like the sassy sway of Ellie’s backside as she walked away. It was a slow, seductive wag that had his cock tensing even harder. Impossibly harder.
    The woman didn’t need to tease. If she knew what was going through his head right now, she’d run screaming. She brought out the primitive in him. His basest desires. He didn’t know how much he could take before he threw her down and mounted her.
    Holding her while she’d moaned and shivered through an orgasm had been pure hell. He’d wanted to be the one with his mouth pleasuring her, the one tasting her. And yet, he’d also wanted to be the one who held her while she shook. He’d been the one she kissed there at the end when she could have sought any of four mouths, but bent back to seek his.
    However, watching her take on Killian and Mace hadn’t been as pleasurable for him. Was it because he hadn’t been touching her? He’d felt like a voyeur, watching the woman he wanted being used. She’d done it with throaty groans that had teased him to the edge of violence. Had she been goading him? Was he a fool to think she’d even given him a thought?
    He raked a hand through his hair, striding with heavy stomps down the hallway. He knew Killian wanted her, but he’d made it seem at the start like he was setting this up for him.
    Johnny felt surly and mean, and so goddamn hard he didn’t trust himself around her, not without his brothers there to protect her. Was this why Killian had engineered this night? He didn’t trust him to be gentle when the moment came?
    He hesitated in the hallway, gripping his shaft and wondering if it would be wiser for him to jerk off before he went near her again, but then he heard laughter coming from the living room. Hers.
    He sped up, entering the room, then slowed as he took in the sight.
    His younger brothers had been quick to clear the furniture from in front of the fire. The large flokati rug had been pulled up to the ledge of the fireplace.
    The twins sat cross-legged on the carpet while Ellie stood over them, staring down, her lips pressed together to suppress another laugh.
    When he cleared his throat, she glanced his way, pointing at his brothers. “They have no sense of modesty.”
    Mace grinned. “She thinks our ball-sacs must itch.”
    Her arms folded over her chest. “I did not call them that.”
    Mace’s head tilted back. “You didn’t call ’em anything. You just pointed and laughed. Took some of the starch right out of little Mace.”
    “Mace isn’t little,” she said, another giggle erupting.
    Johnny felt his eyes narrow, irritated that the twins had her attention, and that