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  He stood at the entry of the living room, the cheese and fruit platter he’d just made gripped in one hand, an open bottle of chardonnay in the other, and watched his best mate’s lips caress Bethany’s.

  Watched them both close their eyes at the soft contact.

  Watched Bethany reach up to feather her fingertips over Curtis’s jaw.

  Another hot wave of turmoil rolled over Logan. His cock pulsed. He’d denied it any release so far. Curtis had already blown his load, but Logan couldn’t bring himself to relinquish the tenuous control over his body, his need for Bethany yet.

  It had nothing to do with being worried he physically or sexually couldn’t compete with his well-endowed best friend, and everything to do with the irrefutable knowledge that once Bethany’s flesh—be it her hand, her lips, her tongue or her sex—touched his cock, he would be completely undone.

  Hers forever.

  He couldn’t do that until he knew the status quo.

  The simple fact jealousy tore through him now illustrated beyond doubt he felt more for her than desire. He wanted to spend the rest of his life learning everything there was to know about her, to spend the rest of his days making her happy.

  He longed for her face to be the first he saw every morning and her lips the last thing to touch his before he went to sleep every night.

  He was in love with her. No more proof was required. No more analysis.

  And yet even with this realization, his body still ached with untethered arousal and burned with tortured jealousy at the notion of sharing her with Curtis. Of discovering the heights of her pleasure with the one man who’d given Logan the strongest sense of belonging and worth and friendship he’d ever experienced.

  It was a conundrum he had no answer for.

  In all the years he’d known Curtis, he’d never been jealous of him.

  But now…witnessing that one almost platonic kiss…

  What were they talking about before I entered? Me? Were they laughing at me? Were they—

  With a silent growl, Logan killed the unworthy thought. They hadn’t been. He knew that. In his heart, his soul, he knew that. Just as he knew his mind—as brilliant as it was—was doing its best to protect him as only the mind of a nerd could, by reverting to the cautious suspicion of a terrorized outsider.

  Stupid fucking mind.

  Drawing a deep breath, he crossed to where they lay on the floor, Bethany gloriously naked, Curtis still semi-dressed in undone jeans and his unbuttoned shirt. They both looked up at him as he approached, their smiles wide.

  And yet their eyes told him something had…shifted.

  Changed.

  But what?

  Does it matter? Right now, does it matter?

  “No hamburgers?” Curtis grumbled with a grin as Logan placed the cheese platter and bottle of wine on the coffee table beside them.

  “Sure there’s hamburgers,” Logan answered over his shoulder as he moved to the bar and retrieved three long-stemmed glasses from the shelf. “Maccas currently have the Curtis Clarkson Chicken Feast on their menu if you want to go get one.”

  At the mention of the burger named after him currently being sold by McDonalds to celebrate the cricket season, Curtis let out a dramatic groan and shook his head. “Ah, nerd humour. Love it.”

  Walking back to them, his whole body hyper-aware of Bethany and the way she studied him, Logan laughed. “No, this is nerd humour. There are two types of people in this world. Those that can extrapolate from incomplete data.”

  He didn’t say another word.

  On the floor, Curtis rolled his eyes. “Bloody hell, Logan. That’s bad.”

  Chuckling, he gave his friend a sideways smirk. “But funny, no?”

  He turned back to Bethany, wanting to see her reaction to his joke.

  Instead, he found her on her feet. She was walking toward him, an enigmatic light in her eyes.

  “What do you think?” he asked, his throat growing thick as she drew closer. “Funny?”

  “I think,” she said, stopping but an inch from where he stood, the heat of her beautiful body seeping into his, “it’s time.”

  He stared down into her eyes. Witnessed the mysterious emotion in her eyes change to open desire. Desire and…something more.

  His chest squeezed tight. His stomach knotted. “Time for what?”

  “For you,” she whispered, placing her hands on his belly, “to finally let me do this.”

  She trailed her fingertips down to the button of his fly, popped it open and, meeting his level gaze, slowly lowered his zipper.

  Logan didn’t move.

  Didn’t make a sound.

  He stood stock-still as she inched the fly of his jeans apart and traced a steady finger up the rigid length of his erect dick, searing his flesh through the cotton of his briefs. Propelling him to the very edge of release.

  Christ, he was going to make a fool of himself. He was going to be the epitome of the clichéd nerd and Bethany was going to laugh at him and—

  Snatching at her wrist, he pulled her hand from his groin, yanked it behind her back and hauled her to his body. “I’m in charge, babe,” he murmured, lowering his head to hers, so close he could feel her warm breath fan his lips.

  She whimpered, pressing her hips harder to his even as her stare fought his. “Logan…”

  He threw Curtis a look over his shoulder. “Strip.”

  Curtis raised his eyebrows. “Are you sure, mate? As much as I want to be a part of this, I—”

  “Strip,” Logan repeated, his cock swelling harder against his briefs. It jutted through his parted fly, pressing with more insistence against the warm firmness of Bethany’s lower belly.

  A hitching moan escaped her. He searched her eyes for fear, for contempt, finding only hunger and trust.

  Christ, he loved this woman.

  Would do anything for her.

  Anything.

  At the chinking sound of Curtis’s belt dropping to the floor, Logan pulled her closer to his body. “We are going to make you come, babe,” he promised, brushing his fingertips over the side swell of her breast. “We are going to make you come so fucking hard. And then…only then…will I come.”

  She hitched out a ragged breath, staring up at him. “How?” she asked, her voice almost inaudible.

  He touched his fingers to her cheek. “However you want me to.”

  At his promise, a verbal surrender to the power she had over him, she closed her eyes. “Inside me.”

  Fresh need flooded Logan’s dick. He bit back his groan, the raw urgency in her declaration almost pushing him over the edge already.

  Turning to Curtis, he gave his friend a slow smile. “Ready?”

  Curtis dropped a look at his now-naked body and held his arms out to the side. “You tell me.”

  He did, indeed, look ready. His cock stood upright, a long, thick pole anointed with a glistening bead of pre-come.

  Logan cocked an eyebrow, letting his lips curl into a smirk. “Well, if that’s the best you can do, I suppose it’ll have to do.”

  Bethany burst out laughing, and he captured the glorious sound with his mouth.

  Kissing her silent, he hauled her completely off her feet, wrapped her legs around his hips and carried her from the living room.

  He didn’t need to tear his lips from hers to know Curtis followed.

  Barely five heartbeats later, he strode into his bedroom, every fibre in his body thrumming with impatient want.

  Depositing Bethany on the bed, he pressed his mouth to the base of her throat and captured each breast with his hands.

  She arched beneath him, tangling her fingers in his hair in tight fists.

  He explored her throat, her collarbone, her jaw with his lips, nipping here, sucking there. She thrust her hips upward, grinding the curve of her sex to his encased erection.

  When he moved lower down her body, he felt the mattress dip beside him.

  The heat from Curtis’s body told him his fri
end had joined him on the bed. He raised his head from Bethany’s belly, a heavy spasm claiming his cock as he watched Curtis take one of Bethany’s nipples in his mouth.

  She moaned, hooking her leg around Logan’s back as she buried her hand in Curtis’s hair and held him to her breast.

  “Christ, I get off watching you do that, Curtis.” The confession left him on a hoarse growl. He stayed motionless for a long moment, studying the way Curtis drew Bethany’s nipple into his mouth, the way his cheeks hollowed out, the way his jaw moved. The sight sent liquid steel straight to his already engorged cock, turning it to an agonized pole.

  When Curtis reached for Bethany’s hand and wrapped it around his length, Logan couldn’t hold back his groan.

  When Bethany arched on the bed again, whimpering Logan’s name in a raspy breath, he dragged his stare from the erotic sight and turned his attention to her sweet pussy.

  He smoothed his palms over her thighs, up to their junction to part her folds with his thumbs, revealing the tiny button of her pink clit. Lowering his head, he flicked his tongue over its form, back and forth until her whimpers became pleading moans.

  With every keening plea, with every panting beg, Logan increased the speed of his tongue on her flesh, holding her thighs wide.

  “Oh fuck,” she ground out, slamming her hips upward. “I can’t…I can’t…fuck, Curtis, what…how…Logan…”

  The words fell from her, growing higher, more breathless with each one.

  Logan didn’t stop.

  “Jesus, Logan,” Curtis groaned, his voice strangled. “I’m going to fucking blow soon. On Bethany’s fucking hot tits if you’re not careful.”

  Logan raised his head, his friend’s crude confession making his head swim and his cock throb.

  “Suck him, babe,” he ordered. “Roll on your side and take him in your mouth.”

  Bethany did as he told her, reaching for Curtis’s erection with one hand as Curtis moved to kneel at her head.

  “I’m not going to last long, dude,” Curtis warned him, his eyes fogged with pleasure as he shot Logan a quick look, the muscles in his jaw bunching.

  “Remember what I told Bethany earlier this evening, Curtis?” Logan gave his friend a smirk. “You’re not allowed to come until I say so.”

  Curtis’s answering chuckle was dry and ragged. “Think we’ve created a monster, Beth.”

  Bethany slid her gaze to Logan’s face, her lips curling. “And don’t I just love him.”

  Logan’s breath caught in his throat. His heart smashed against his chest.

  Love.

  Love him.

  Don’t go there. Not yet. Not now. For now, just give her more pleasure than she’s ever had in her life.

  Clenching his teeth on the teasing hope threatening to overwhelm him, he turned his attention to Curtis. “Not until I say so, Curtis. Got it?”

  Curtis’s nostrils flared and he nodded. “Not until you say so. Remind me to talk to you about the hierarchy of the jock-nerd relationship after this, Logan.”

  For an answer, Logan pressed his right knee on the bed beside Bethany’s, wrapped his fingers around her ankle and raised her leg. He extended it toward the ceiling until the junction of her thighs was a right angle.

  They watched him, silent, their breathing shallow and rapid. Watched him smooth his palm down the exquisite length of toned muscle as he drew his lower body against the back of her leg. Watched him trail his hand back up to her ankle as he rested his other knee on the bed and nestled his groin against her thigh. Watched him trace the fingers of his other hand down to her spread pussy and stroke her slick seam.

  “Oh God,” Bethany moaned. “Logan…”

  “Take him in your mouth, babe,” he repeated his earlier command.

  She did. Twisting her head and upper body, she aligned her lips with Curtis’s cock, circled her fingers around its base and took it into her mouth.

  In a slow, sinking motion.

  And as she did, Logan sank two fingers into her pussy.

  She groaned. So did Curtis, thrusting his hips forward to penetrate her mouth deeper.

  Around Logan’s fingers, Bethany’s tight muscles contracted.

  “You are so tight, babe,” he declared, watching her suck up and down on Curtis’s rigid length as he scissored his fingers together inside her heat. “So tight.”

  “And so fucking good at giving head, mate,” Curtis ground out, the words a shaky breath. “Fuck me, I’m going to—”

  Logan flicked his best friend a look. “Not until I say so, Curtis.”

  Curtis hissed out a curse, exasperation and pleasure warring on his face. “Fuck, mate, who knew you could be such a…holy fuck, Beth…that’s good!”

  Dropping his stare to Bethany, Logan watched her knead Curtis’s sac as she slid her lips up his cock.

  The sight detonated a hot pressure in the pit of his stomach. Made his balls hard with lust.

  “Jesus, Logan…I’m gonna…” Curtis’s hoarse groan filled the room. “I need…”

  Twisting his wrist, his stare locked on Bethany’s face, Logan withdrew his fingers—slick with her cream—from her sex and moved them to the puckered hole of her anus. He painted the entry with her own juices as he sank his thumb into her sex and penetrated her arse with his index finger.

  She whimpered around Curtis’s cock, her hips rolling, her pussy constricting around his thumb, her anus doing the same around his finger.

  “That’s it, babe,” he murmured, on fire with pleasure and need. “That’s it…”

  The encouragement made no sense to him. At the hot pressure of Bethany’s sex and back passage gripping his fingers and thumb, his brain had switched into basic-function mode. Words formed in his mind, but Logan had no concept of their meaning or purpose.

  He wouldn’t hold off much longer. As it was, his own dick was engorged to the point of rupture. If he looked down, he knew he’d find a damp patch on the crotch of his briefs. He had no doubt pre-come oozed from him.

  But first he wanted Bethany to come.

  He wanted her to gush.

  He wanted to shake her to her very core.

  Pulling her extended leg closer to his chest, he moved his finger and thumb inside her, bringing them together within her heat. Rubbing them together with slow strokes.

  At Curtis’s cock, Bethany whimpered again.

  Her cheeks hollowed, her eyebrows knitted. Her hand worked Curtis’s scrotum faster and faster.

  “I can’t…hold on…much longer…mate…” Tortured pleasure turned Curtis’s declaration to a strained groan. “N-not when her mouth…oh fuck…Beth, oh fuck…”

  Logan increased the movement of his finger and thumb, holding her leg to his chest with his other hand, watching pleasure etch her face. Watching her tug on Curtis’s balls even as she rolled her hips to take Logan’s finger and thumb deeper into her body.

  “Jesus, Logan…” Curtis slammed his cock hard into her mouth. “I’m fucking…gonna fill her mouth any second…”

  Bethany moaned, the sound raw and eager. Her musk filled Logan’s every breath.

  He could feel the muscles of her sex tighten. Could see the mounting pressure claim her body. Her mouth’s action on Curtis’s cock grew rapid, erratic. Her hips began to jerk, her body to shudder. A fine sweat broke out over her skin, a glistening sheen Logan found sexy beyond comprehension.

  “That’s it,” he rasped again, the nonsensical words a hot breath. “That’s it…” He wriggled his thumb and finger, stroked them together through the thin wall of sensitive flesh inside her. “Going to let you come soon, babe…”

  Curtis hissed. Bethany whimpered, her juices flowing from her sex, coating Logan’s hand.

  He gripped her raised leg and fucked her harder with his hand, his head swimming.

  His heart thumped faster. Faster.

  “Soon, babe…” he repeated, the promise barely more than a panting whisper. “Soon…”

  With a hitching cry, she
tore her mouth from Curtis’s cock and flung her stare to Logan, her eyes beseeching him. “Please let me come, Logan,” she begged, pumping Curtis’s cock with her hand. “Please let me—”

  “Come for me, babe,” he ordered. “Now.”

  She did.

  Spine bowing, her hand squeezing Curtis’s length, she gave herself over to the pleasure Logan had given her and came. Over and over, her sex pulsed around Logan’s thumb, her anus sucked at his finger.

  “So beautiful,” Curtis groaned. “Watching her come is so fucking beautiful…”

  Her flesh enveloped Logan’s thumb and finger, a pulsing pressure that sent fresh blood to his groin. “That’s it,” he ground out, his head swimming, Bethany’s tight, sodden heat propelling him closer to losing control. “That’s it.”

  He continued to work his finger and thumb inside her, drawing out her orgasm until she shook her head and begged him to stop.

  “I can’t…” she cried, “It’s too much…too good…too…”

  Slowing his hand’s rhythm, he turned his head, pressed a gentle kiss on her ankle and then lowered her leg to the bed.

  “Oh God.” She flopped onto her back, her breasts heaving, her belly hitching as she dragged in breath after breath. “That was…that was incredible.”

  A warm glow spread through Logan’s soul.

  “You’re telling me,” Curtis growled.

  Logan lifted his gaze to his best friend. “Nice control, Curtis. Always knew you had it in you.”

  Curtis rolled his eyes, his jaw bunched. “Mate, one fucking touch on my dick and I’m going to erupt. One fucking touch. You’re a cruel bastard, Logan Hill.”

  Logan couldn’t stop his smile. “So if I told you you can come now…?”

  “Then I’d say—” Bethany spoke before Curtis finished opening his mouth, “—it’s my turn to be in control.” She rose on the bed, knelt on its edge and fixed Curtis with a level stare.

  Curtis groaned.

  Logan drew in a slow breath.

  And another when Bethany turned eyes smoldering with desire on him. “And your turn to come.”

  Chapter 5

  Yep. She’d fallen.

  Not just over the precipice of sexual rapture, but in love.

  Both terrified her. Because if Logan didn’t love her back, she didn’t know what she would do. And if he did, she didn’t know how he would react to what she wanted to do next.