Wicked Need (The Wicked Horse Series Book 3)

It’s so damn beautiful.

Rand is so damn beautiful that another cramp of need hits me. I want Rand on the bed with me right now. I want that cock pumping in and out of me, and I want him to be as lost in me as he was just now. But that’s not going to happen as I watch him pull his dick out of Logan’s mouth, his muscular chest rising and falling in short bursts.

He’s spent for now and will need time…

The room is quiet except for the rushing breath of three people in the midst of some crazy sex. Logan rubs his roughened fingers over the corner of his mouth before flexing his jaw. He looks up at Rand with a grin. “Good?”

“The things you can do with that mouth and finger,” Rand mutters and then turns to look at me. “What’s next, Cat?”

“Next?” I ask, feeling dull witted right now. It was so intense watching that… having that orgasm I can still feel the tingles from… that falling into a deep sleep right now seems like a good idea.

Rand nods down to Logan, who stands from his kneeling position. “Logan needs to come… I’m guessing pretty bad. Your call how we give it to him.”

My eyes flare wide, and I shoot Logan an apologetic look. I hadn’t even thought about his pleasure, and I feel horribly guilty. Shooting up to my knees, I figure I could give him a blow job, but Rand’s hand comes out to grip my shoulder.

He gives a small shake of his head and says with a very pointed look, “Only if you want to do that. But it’s whatever you want, babe. We’re both here to do whatever you want us to.”

Logan snickers, and I blush with a small smile in his direction. “Sorry.”

“No worries,” he says with a shrug, but then grabs his cock with his hand, giving it long, slow strokes. “But how about you decide what you want so I can get off. Kind of dying here watching you and Rand come. So fucking hot.”

Turning my face to Rand, I move my knees to slide closer to him toward the edge of the bed. He turns his body to face me, one hand coming to my waist where his thumb strokes my skin. “Anything?” I ask him.

“Anything, Cat.”

“Do you like…?” I start out, but then my voice trails away. I can feel my cheeks get hot and for a woman who got fucked by seven men while locked in a stockade, I think this hesitancy about my sexuality is truly more of the real Cat starting to come out. Now that I’m in control, I’m just a bit unsure of myself.

So I take a deep breath and let it out.

“Do you like Logan fucking you?” I ask Rand point blank, chin lifted so he can see me owning this. “Because I’d really, really like to see that.”

Rand’s eyes turn soft, his lips curving up in a gentle smile. “Yeah, babe… I like that a lot.”

Leaning in, he kisses me, one hand still gripping my waist, the other coming up to hold the back of my head. His tongue slides into my mouth for a claiming stroke against my tongue before it pulls out and his forehead touches mine. Rand’s breath rushes out over his lips onto mine, and he whispers so only I can hear him. “I think I’d do anything you asked me to.”

And I melt.

Literally feel my body start to sag and my hands come to his shoulders to pull him down to the bed with me. Yes, down on the bed with me where I’ll stroke him back to life and have him…

Rand’s hand at my hip falls away and he lets the strength of his other at the back of my head lower me back down to the mattress. When it hits, he pulls it free and turns to Logan, walking right into the other man’s space.

They both crash together in a tangle of arms and legs, mouths fusing together in a deep kiss and hips grinding against each other. I push away the flash of jealousy, focusing instead on the scenes before me. Logan’s cock darkened with pre-cum spilling from the top, trapped in between their lower torsos and getting massaged by their bodies undulating. Rand’s is half hard, but he ignores it. Instead, he puts his hand in between their bodies and takes his friend in his grip.

Logan jerks and groans over the contact, so much so that their kiss breaks and they stare at each other with hot eyes, faces just inches apart.

“Get on the bed,” Logan growls, his hands coming up to Rand’s chest and giving him a shove. “On your knees… right beside Cat. Going to fuck you from behind this time.”

This time?

Does that mean there will be more tonight? Or is he going to fuck Rand again at some other time? Maybe outside of my presence? I’m not sure how I feel about that, but then my thoughts scatter as Rand climbs right over me, going to his hands and knees. Logan grabs the lube, walks to the end of the bed, and raises one knee up to the mattress while he uncaps the bottle.