Double Dare (14 page)

Logan looked over to where Quinn
had
been sleeping and nudged Ty. She was sitting up with the sheet tucked under her armpits, and her eyelids were heavy as she watched them. Her hair was spilled around her face, her bottom lip looked swollen, as if she had been worrying it between her teeth, and she had a flush blossoming from her chest to her cheeks.

Logan didn't think she was red from embarrassment.

Shit.

Ty moved first, dislodging Logan from their contact. “Sorry, Quinn. We didn't mean to disturb you.”

“It's all right.”

Her voice was low and husky, causing Logan's gut to twinge. She had definitely been affected by what she had seen. Logan sat up, gathering a corner of the sheet over his lap.

Ty stood up. “I'll go shower now.”

He quickly disappeared, leaving Logan to deal with the aftermath. Logan's gaze went from Ty's retreating back to Quinn's flushed face.

“We didn't mean to exclude you.”

Quinn didn't say anything, and Logan frowned.

“We figured you'd be sore from this afternoon.” That was stretching it a little, but mostly true. They hadn't wanted to disturb her; they should have stayed in the living room. “Quinn?”

Her eyes had a glazed look about them, and now the curiosity was killing him.

“Quinn?”

He crawled closer to her and realized he only could account for one of her arms. The other was hidden below the sheet.

Shit.

“Quinn…?” He placed a hand over the sheet where hers was, and he felt her moving. “Need help?”

She barely nodded as she let out a breath between parted lips. With the sheet between them, he guided her fingers, circling her nub, stroking her lips. He could feel the damp heat even through the cotton. Her hips lifted a bit, and her hand movement became frantic.

She flung her head back against the headboard, and Logan leaned in, speaking softly into her ear, “C'mon, let go.”

Her frantic pace slowed as her hand jerked beneath his. Quinn cried out, her chest heaving as she shuddered beneath their touch.

After a moment, her breathing slowed, and her eyes cleared.

He gave her a smile. “Feel better?”

She laughed shakily, and he gathered her into his arms, tucking the sheet around her. The bed smelled like sex, and they would be definitely changing the sheets.

She leaned her head into his shoulder, and he brushed his lips against her temple.

“Again, I'm sorry.”

She twisted in his arms to look him in the eye. “For what?”

“Oh…let's see. Waking you up, not including you… I don't know. Pick something.”

“Logan, I am the third wheel here. I know that. This has been fun, but…”

“But?” He prodded.

She shrugged. “But it's going to end.”

He decided not to reveal his and Ty's earlier discussion. He'd wait until tomorrow. They had time.

“Your relationship with Ty is special. Watching you two be intimate… Well, all I can say is, it was moving. I mean, I can see how much you guys love each other. I can actually
see
it. Taste it.
Feel
it, just being around you two.”

“But you can—”
Be a part of this
. Logan stopped himself.

Quinn wanted to hear the rest. “I can…?”

“You can enjoy this while you're here.”

“I will. I am. But I wish I had the emotional connection with someone special like you two have.”

Logan didn't say anything, and Quinn really didn't expect a response. She didn't want him to throw her a pity party. She was just feeling a bit emotional at the moment. It would pass.

She decided to change the subject to something she was dying to hear an explanation about. “You guys didn't use a condom.”

“No.” He nuzzled her hair, breathing deeply.

He wasn't going to get off so easily. “Why not?”

“We test regularly.”

“So if I were tested and on birth control, we wouldn't need to use condoms?”

“Are you on birth control?”

A question answered—or not answered—with a question.

She was, but she wasn't sure if she was ready to reveal that yet. Or if she'd ever reveal it. “No.”

“Okay. That settles it.”

“Would you ever want children?”

There was a long pause.

“I don't know. Ty and I never discussed it. You?”

“I don't know either. I'm not at that point in my life where I'm ready to make that decision.”

“When would that point be?”

“When I'm with someone I love, and that someone loves me back and just doesn't say the empty words.”

Logan didn't say anything, but he nodded.

Whether he was agreeing with her decision or agreeing with the idea someone could be capable of saying the three little words, “I love you,” and not meaning it, she'd never know.

Ty came into the room, naked but fresh out of the shower. It gave an excuse for Logan to peel away from her and go clean up.

She helped Ty change the sheets and straighten out the bedcovers. She watched, in appreciation, his muscular body move. He truly was like a moving piece of art, a sculpture made of flesh.

Logan returned shortly, his hair pulled back in a ponytail, she assumed to keep it dry while he had washed up. He pulled the hair band out and threw it on the nightstand before shaking his head, his hair swinging freely around his face. She most definitely preferred his hair loose.

He grabbed her waist and tumbled her to the bed. He laughed when she squealed in surprise. A moment later Ty followed, curling up next to her. The boys sandwiched her tightly between them, bringing to mind the saying, “As snug as a bug in a rug.”

The bug fell asleep, feeling secure within the embrace of their arms.

Quinn didn't want to believe Sunday was here already. She delayed opening her eyes, because she wasn't ready to leave.

But she had to. She needed to get back to reality. Back to her life. Her job. Her responsibilities. Her parents.

Blah.

She would have missed this whole weekend if she hadn't gone to that wedding wearing that god-awful dress. She'd have to thank Gina for getting married.

She'd have to thank Lana and Paula for daring her to pick up Logan.

And she'd have to thank Peter for pissing her off enough to make her get drunk, which in turn made her brave enough to actually try to pick up Logan.

Even though the original attempt had failed.

Quinn smiled and stretched lazily, her limbs coming in contact with smooth skin. The body heat that emanated from both of the boys warmed her to her bones.

An arm came from behind her, wrapping around just below her breasts, to pull her close into a hard but wiry chest.
Logan.

His face buried his face into her hair, and he inhaled deeply. “Morning.”

She reached out and made contact with Ty, who was still snoring softly. Quinn opened her eyes and saw he was flat on his back, the sheet not covering his morning wood, or any other part of his magnificent body, except from his knees down.

She reached out a finger and traced along the edge of the thick black-flame tattoo running up his sides. She followed it all the way around to the bottom of the large tat, which ended below his hips. His hard cock twitched in response, and she let out a little snort and looked up. He was now wide awake and watching her intently.

“Are you going to finish what you've started?” Ty's voice was raspy from nonuse and deeper than normal, sending a shiver down to her toes. The shiver hit a few sensitive spots along the way. And a few which were a little sore.

“Sure.” She pulled out of Logan's arms and climbed onto Ty, straddling his waist while placing her palms on his chest to keep her balance while she got settled. She ran her palms down his rib cage and over his hip bones.

“When did you get this one?”

His muscles moved under her palms in response, reminding her of Magnum twitching in his sleep.

“My senior year in college.”

She marveled at just how dark his skin tone was and how a black tattoo was even visible against it. But it was, and it turned her on. She had never been attracted to men with tattoos—they'd always seemed too dangerous. Nor men with long hair—too wild. But she had been wrong. At least with these two.

Two
. Well, that was another thing she had never thought she'd be interested in.

And here she was, straddling a big, black, tattooed—not to mention, naked—man and being watched by another. She glanced over at Logan. He was lying on his side, his head propped up by his elbow, and was doing just that—staring at them.

He studied them intently, his cock not quite hard, lying against his naked thigh. He was stretched out like a scrumptious breakfast buffet.

Quinn was suddenly aware of the way her pussy pressed against Ty's lower belly; he could probably feel how wet she was already.

She shifted a little, just enough to spread the folds so he could feel more of her against his skin, the heat, the slickness. Her clit just touched his skin. His hands came up to grasp her hips.

“Was there any meaning to it?” She shifted once again, tilting her hips until her clit pushed against him harder, making it swell and harden.

He grimaced and gave her a tight smile. “Not really. I just thought it was cool.”

She bit back a smile as she twisted around to look at his ankle, purposely pushing harder against him, teasing. “And that one?”

Ty shrugged powerfully beneath her, and she had to bite back a gasp. The movement against her sensitive flesh made her want to grind against him.

The son of a bitch was getting her back.

One tease deserved another.

“I got it when I was doing a bit too much celebrating after the NFL draft.”

She turned back and scanned the rest of him. She leaned forward to put a finger on his right bicep, going out of her way to brush against his nipple.

“Drunk, huh? And what's with the matching white tigers?”

She slid back until Ty's cock lodged between the crevice of her ass cheeks. There was no way she wanted to take him that way. She was still too sore from the first time; plus, Ty was much bigger than Logan. And Logan had been plenty enough.

She could feel the warm stickiness from his cock on her back. She leaned forward and barely brushed her puckered nipples against his abs. Just enough so they could both feel it. He clenched his abdominal muscles, and her nipples pebbled harder.

He still hadn't answered her.

“The matching tigers?” She prodded.

Her pussy was riding his pubic bone, and it wouldn't take much for her to get off this way. But she wanted more—even if she
was
a bit sore.

She wanted a parting gift. Something for her to remember them by. This was her last day, and she wanted both of them at least once more.

Ty released a ragged breath before answering. “Lo, you want to answer that one?”

From the corner of her eye, she saw Logan finally move. He came behind her and lifted her hair, peppering kisses on the back of her neck and along her shoulders.

“Hmm. The white tiger.” He pressed his lips to the top of her spine and then started a trail down the crease in her back. His lips were warm and soft against her skin.

Ty released her hips and cupped her breasts, pushing them together. Kneading. Squeezing. Quinn arched her back, encouraging him to do more.

Logan's lips were at the small of her back when he said, “Our first date was at the Franklin Park Zoo, and they had just acquired a white tiger named Luther.”

When he didn't continue for a few moments, Quinn glanced over her shoulder. Logan was licking the glistening precum off the crown of Ty's cock. He swirled his tongue along the swollen head before looking up and catching her watching him.

“We were standing in front of Luther's exhibit when we first kissed—”

“And we wanted to remember that turning point forever,” Ty finished for him, his jaw tight as Logan continued to lick down Ty's hard length, his hot breath beating against Quinn's skin.

Ty jerked underneath her and tilted his head back into his pillow. Quinn reached up to cup his hands, which still clutched her breasts, and she guided his fingers to her nipples, where she squeezed, showing him what she wanted.

He gave her a crooked smile, as if he was amused but was in the middle of too much pleasure to laugh. Quinn leaned down, careful not to dislodge his fingers, which were working her nipples just right, and captured his lips. Their tongues fenced and fought, and she moaned into his mouth as he tweaked her nipples even harder, causing her to thrust once against his pelvis bone.

Only once. Once more and she would come. She wanted to wait.

Logan planted a hand on the center of her back and pushed her all the way down until she was lying on Ty's torso, his muscles hard against her breasts, hard where she was soft.

A moment later fingers entered her, probing, testing her wetness, rubbing along her cunt, dipping. Spreading her wide, exposing her, holding her open as Logan pressed his cock into her with agonizing slowness. Little by little, giving her only a taste before pulling out. Each time he took her, he went a little deeper, giving her a little more before leaving her empty and wanting.

Finally he was fully seated in her. He ground small circles deep within her, not moving in or out at all, just rotating his hips enough to make her break her kiss with Ty, bury her face in his neck, and curse against his skin.

She wanted Logan to thrust, to fuck her hard; these small movements were driving her crazy.

Something pushed against her clit, something hot, smooth, and slick. Not a finger, no. The thick head of Ty's cock rubbed against her sensitive button. Pushing and circling the same way Logan did with his hips.

Quinn slammed her palms into Ty's chest and arched her back, shoving hard against the both of them as she fell over the edge, her pussy clenching down on Logan, her lips entrapping Ty. Her core pulsed as she threw back her head and screamed, “Oh God. Oh my God!”

Before she could even catch her breath, Logan was gone. Roughly pulling off his condom and grabbing another.

Her breathing under control, Quinn sucked Ty's lower lip into her mouth and nibbled. It was full and luscious and tasted just like Ty.

Yes, she was getting to know his taste. His scent. The texture of his skin, the way the tone of his skin changed. Darker around his joints, slightly lighter around the curves of his muscles. Dark nipples…

And a deep purplish cock that Logan was guiding toward her still-wet, still-ready pussy. He had taken the time to roll the fresh condom on his lover, and with one hand on Quinn's hip and one on Ty's cock, he brought them together like a puzzle. Fitting one piece into the other. Only these pieces didn't fit quite so perfectly. One was too big to fit the other. But it worked just the same.

Ah.

Ty watched her intently. Quinn didn't break his gaze as he lifted his hips and slid in and out of her, filling her until she couldn't be filled any more. Stretching her until there was no more room.

What should have been painful wasn't. It was—

Right.

Quinn pushed herself back into a sitting position, taking as much as she could of her dark lover. Wishing she could take more. Take all of him. Her pale hands against the darkness of his skin were a startling contrast, catching her attention for a moment until she heard Logan's voice.

“Are you curious about mine too?”

His?

Of course.

She let out a breathless “yes.”

Logan moved behind her, pushing Ty's knees back, spreading the other man's legs, causing Quinn to almost lose her balance.

Ty grabbed her arms and held tight, keeping her still while he took Logan's lead: pulling his legs back, exposing both of them to Logan. Giving the other man complete access to do whatever he wanted. To her. To him.

To them.

Logan's chest pressed against Quinn's back as he reached around her to cup her breasts, to pick up where Ty had left off. Pinching and twisting her nipples until she squirmed and cried out.

“The tribal band was my first tattoo. My wife wanted me to get it.”

Wife.

Quinn wanted to question, but she couldn't. Her mind was spinning, with Ty's cock buried deep within her, his balls pushing against her anus, Logan's fingers teasing and playing along her nipples, the curve of her breasts.

“The coral snake…”

Logan's teeth grazed along the sensitive skin of her neck, along her jugular. He nipped the length of her jaw.

“I did to piss her off. She was afraid of snakes and had told me no…”

Logan pushed his chest harder against her, and she felt Ty jerk beneath her as Logan entered him in one thrust.

Ty's fingers dug into Quinn's wrists, and Logan let out a hissing breath against her ear.

“The nipple ring…”

Logan grunted as he thrust hard again. Ty threw his head back, a long, low groan escaping him. His chest heaved, his cock lifting, trying to go deeper into Quinn.

She cried out and ground against him.

“Well, the nipple ring…” Logan grunted again, his lower belly slapping against the small of Quinn's back. “That was what broke the camel's back.”

Camel?

Quinn was losing the point of this one-sided conversation. She didn't want to think so hard. She only wanted to feel.

With one hand still on her breast, Logan wrapped the other around her waist and began a rhythm for the both of them: Quinn riding Ty's cock and Logan taking Ty's ass. Logan moved his hips, bringing Quinn along for the ride.