his arms and hoisted her upward. “I’m fine, Rhys,” she said. Then she turned back to Logan. “Soup and pasta sound wonderful.”
They sat on the bed, cross-legged, her naked except for the sheet draped across her lap and Logan and Rhys in shorts. The soup soothed her stomach and allowed her to eat the pasta. She was hungrier than she’d thought and finished not only her portion but the men’s as well.
“No more skipping meals,” Logan said darkly. “You haven’t been sleeping either.”
She eyed him levelly. “I haven’t been sleeping well in ages, Logan. I never sleep well when you and Rhys aren’t there.”
Dark color flooded his cheeks, and she felt a twinge of guilt. She hadn’t really meant it as a dart, but as an honest statement of fact.
“What would you like to do tomorrow?” Rhys asked.
She turned to him and pursed her lips. “Honestly? I’d like to have breakfast at a little shack I found while surfing the internet. It’s down the beach, and they’re supposed to have wonderful food. Then I’d like to do some sunbathing and maybe a little swimming.”
She shifted her gaze to Logan to see him staring intently at her. “Then I’d like to come back and take a long, hot bath, maybe schedule a massage in the spa and then go out to dinner and dancing.”
Logan scowled. “I don’t want another man’s hands on my wife. I’ll give you a damn massage.”
She laughed. “Who says it would be a man?”
“Don’t want us to rub you down?” Rhys asked with a wicked grin.
“I’d love it,” she said honestly.
She stared at the both of them, their relaxed postures, the easy smile on Rhys’ face.
“I’ve missed this,” she said. “I’ve missed you.”
Logan leaned forward, his hand cupping her chin with a firm grip. His lips brushed across hers, lightly at first then coming back, firmer, more demanding.
“I’ve missed you, baby. So damn much.”
She brought her hand up to his cheek. Her lips parted as his tongue probed and pushed inward. To her surprise, as she pulled away, Rhys was gone.
She blinked in surprise and surveyed the room. “Rhys?” she called.
“He’ll be back, baby. He’s leaving us alone for a while. A favor I intend to repay as soon as possible.”
She turned her stare back to him. “Oh.”
“You’re right,” he said reluctantly. “Rhys and I haven’t treated this relationship as one between you and me and him and you. It’s not fair to you, and we want that to change.”
“No more passing me off to the free man?” she asked with a slight lift to the corner of her mouth.
“I have a feeling, before long, you’re going to be very, very sick of seeing us,” he said as he pulled her to him again.
She melted against him, absorbing his warmth. “Not a chance,” she murmured against his mouth, just before she kissed him. Hard.
“Uh, baby? I thought you said no sex.”
“I lied.”
Chapter Nine
Catherine pushed at Logan, sending him sprawling onto the pillows.
“Tell me you’re planning to have your wicked way with me,” he said in a tone so hopeful she had to laugh.
On hands and knees, she crawled up his body, letting her breasts slide over the tops of his legs and then his abdomen. The shorts he wore bulged at the crotch, the material tight and straining.
“Is that for me?” she asked sweetly as she gave his cock a gentle pat.
He grabbed her hand and cupped it over his erection until she could feel the length of him in her palm.
“Oh, it’s for you all right,” he said with a grunt.
She leaned down and grazed her teeth across the material of his shorts. He cursed and flinched, his legs trembling beneath her.
Repositioning her hands, she put them palms down across the tops of his thighs. His skin was warm and hair-roughened beneath her touch. She slid her palms upward, underneath the legs of his shorts, inward until she boldly cupped his hardness.
Her fingers flexed and skimmed down to the base and below to his sac. She
They sat on the bed, cross-legged, her naked except for the sheet draped across her lap and Logan and Rhys in shorts. The soup soothed her stomach and allowed her to eat the pasta. She was hungrier than she’d thought and finished not only her portion but the men’s as well.
“No more skipping meals,” Logan said darkly. “You haven’t been sleeping either.”
She eyed him levelly. “I haven’t been sleeping well in ages, Logan. I never sleep well when you and Rhys aren’t there.”
Dark color flooded his cheeks, and she felt a twinge of guilt. She hadn’t really meant it as a dart, but as an honest statement of fact.
“What would you like to do tomorrow?” Rhys asked.
She turned to him and pursed her lips. “Honestly? I’d like to have breakfast at a little shack I found while surfing the internet. It’s down the beach, and they’re supposed to have wonderful food. Then I’d like to do some sunbathing and maybe a little swimming.”
She shifted her gaze to Logan to see him staring intently at her. “Then I’d like to come back and take a long, hot bath, maybe schedule a massage in the spa and then go out to dinner and dancing.”
Logan scowled. “I don’t want another man’s hands on my wife. I’ll give you a damn massage.”
She laughed. “Who says it would be a man?”
“Don’t want us to rub you down?” Rhys asked with a wicked grin.
“I’d love it,” she said honestly.
She stared at the both of them, their relaxed postures, the easy smile on Rhys’ face.
“I’ve missed this,” she said. “I’ve missed you.”
Logan leaned forward, his hand cupping her chin with a firm grip. His lips brushed across hers, lightly at first then coming back, firmer, more demanding.
“I’ve missed you, baby. So damn much.”
She brought her hand up to his cheek. Her lips parted as his tongue probed and pushed inward. To her surprise, as she pulled away, Rhys was gone.
She blinked in surprise and surveyed the room. “Rhys?” she called.
“He’ll be back, baby. He’s leaving us alone for a while. A favor I intend to repay as soon as possible.”
She turned her stare back to him. “Oh.”
“You’re right,” he said reluctantly. “Rhys and I haven’t treated this relationship as one between you and me and him and you. It’s not fair to you, and we want that to change.”
“No more passing me off to the free man?” she asked with a slight lift to the corner of her mouth.
“I have a feeling, before long, you’re going to be very, very sick of seeing us,” he said as he pulled her to him again.
She melted against him, absorbing his warmth. “Not a chance,” she murmured against his mouth, just before she kissed him. Hard.
“Uh, baby? I thought you said no sex.”
“I lied.”
Chapter Nine
Catherine pushed at Logan, sending him sprawling onto the pillows.
“Tell me you’re planning to have your wicked way with me,” he said in a tone so hopeful she had to laugh.
On hands and knees, she crawled up his body, letting her breasts slide over the tops of his legs and then his abdomen. The shorts he wore bulged at the crotch, the material tight and straining.
“Is that for me?” she asked sweetly as she gave his cock a gentle pat.
He grabbed her hand and cupped it over his erection until she could feel the length of him in her palm.
“Oh, it’s for you all right,” he said with a grunt.
She leaned down and grazed her teeth across the material of his shorts. He cursed and flinched, his legs trembling beneath her.
Repositioning her hands, she put them palms down across the tops of his thighs. His skin was warm and hair-roughened beneath her touch. She slid her palms upward, underneath the legs of his shorts, inward until she boldly cupped his hardness.
Her fingers flexed and skimmed down to the base and below to his sac. She
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