Wicked Need (The Wicked Horse Series Book 3)

“Kiss me,” Rand whispers, and my eyes slide to his.

I scramble onto my knees and sidle up to Rand, pressing my lips against his with my hands to his cheeks, flexing into his bristly beard. He sighs into my mouth as we kiss and I close my eyes, giving into it. We kiss and everything else melts away. Just him and me, the smell of his sweat and the mint on his breath. Tongues stroking and rolling against each other. Lips sliding and nipping.

A hiss pushes from his mouth into mine, and Rand’s body jerks a bit. My eyes fly open, and I pull away. Rand’s head drops down and he moans, back arching. Logan’s kneeling right behind him, working two fingers in and out of Rand’s ass. A flood of wetness rushes from between my legs and I can feel it dribbling down the inside of my thighs.

I move to the side of Rand so I can see better, placing a tentative hand on his mid back to feel the muscles bunching and flexing as he rounds his back and then arches it again when Logan puts a third finger in.

“Feel good?” I ask softly, my gaze pinned helplessly on Logan’s hand and what it’s doing between Rand’s strong buttocks that are coiled tight.

“Yeah,” he grunts as Logan starts to pump, but only a few times before he’s pulling his hand away.

More lube, this time dribbled right over Logan’s hard cock that I notice is covered with a condom. I’m not sure when that happened… probably while I was kissing Rand, but who cares when. It’s the now I’m focused on with Logan lining up to Rand’s ass. I slide sideways a bit more, get closer to the action so I can see, still keeping my hand on Rand’s back. Logan’s a big guy with a lot of girth and for a brief moment, I worry about Rand. But then I watch as he pushes his hips back a little, a silent plea, and I know he’ll be all right.

With his hand and hips guiding the way, Logan places the tip of his cock against Rand’s ass and flexes forward slightly. The large head slowly disappears as I watch in fascination.

“More,” Rand groans. My hand starts stroking the muscles of his back, my other hand coming up to rest on his butt.

“Give him more,” I tell Logan softly.

Logan’s face is pinched with pleasure, his lower lip between his teeth and digging in hard. He does as I ask and pushes his hips forward even more, sinking inch by inch into Rand. When the trimmed hairs on his pelvis brush against Rand’s ass, and I know he’s rooted deep, I let my breath out in a wavering gust of longing and excitement.

Rand’s head is still hanging low, eyes closed and jaw locked as Logan starts to move. Luxurious pulls of his cock out, with penetratingly slow thrusts back in.

Each time he bottoms out, Rand grunts in pleasure.

Each time Rand grunts in pleasure, an ache throbs between my legs.

Logan picks up the pace, which lends to an almost fevered vibe in the air. Sweat on his forehead, chest heaving and his hands gripping Rand by the hips with this thumbs digging down into the muscle, he mutters an almost endless stream of filth to Rand, “Christ… this feels good. You know I love *, man, but this ass… never mind fucking it. Going to come so hard… going to pound you harder. Then when we’re all recovered, we’re going to fill Cat up. I’ll take her *… you can have her ass, Rand. Sandwich her right between us and fuck her oh so good.”

My gaze slides to Logan, mesmerized by his dirty words. Completely turned on by them as well. He smiles at me as he pumps in and out of Rand, and then nods his head downward with a pointed look that I should take a gander. “Your boy likes dirty talk.”

Tilting my head, lowering my eyes, I see Rand with his back rounded, head hanging down and his own hand between his legs, working his cock. Stroking with a tight grip. Quick, furious pumping while he grunts and groans.

He’s rock hard again.

He’s. Hard. Again.

“Stop,” I blurt out, my hand on Rand’s ass moving to Logan’s chest. He doesn’t stop his movements immediately, but slows them down, finally pulling out and then pressing back in deep where he holds still. Both men, with heaving chests, look at me curiously and with a little frustration.

“I want you inside of me,” I say as my gaze snaps to Rand’s. “Want you to come inside of me.”

Total silence. Rand’s face strained with the need to come. Logan’s not looking much different.

“While he’s fucking you,” I add on to clarify my wishes.

“Figured that much, Cat,” Rand says with his lips tipped upward. While still looking at me but clearly talking to Logan, he says, “Pull out, man.”

Logan does as requested, both he and Rand not able to hold back a wistful moan at the friction caused from the exit, and then Rand pushes off the bed coming just to his knees. “You want on your back or knees, Cat?”

“Whatever’s best,” I breathe out, my heart racing and my skin flushed warm with the thought of what we’re about to do.