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W as I being rewarded or punished? In either case I was pretty sure I was going to die of cardiac arrest before it was confirmed one way or the other. It felt a hell of a fucking lot like Caden was staking his territory again, but this time he meant business.

I was hard as a fucking rock from Logan squirming all over me.

How the hell had he made her come with just his hand in her shirt? That seemed like forbidden knowledge. I wanted it. Desperately. I wanted to take her apart as easily as he did.

He patted his thigh. “Come here, Logan.”

She crawled over to him and he got her situated between his legs so they were both facing me.

Her knees were bent so she wasn’t touching me anymore.

I shouldn’t be thinking about how chill it had been, with her feet in my lap and being able to casually touch her.

She hadn’t been kidding about getting turned on by fear.

I thought maybe it was because of the monster, but apparently horror movies did the trick equally well.

Caden tucked one of her ankles over his calf and trapped it against the couch, hooking her other knee over his. My breathing shallowed. How could leggings and a sweater look so fucking hot on someone? She stared at me with an inferno tucked behind those eyes.

He whispered something in her ear that I didn’t catch over the roar of my blood.

She bit her lip and gave a subtle nod. His hands snaked under her sweater and with some shifting around, emerged with her bra, tossing it onto the ground next to the couch before returning his hand under the fabric.

I had no idea what fucking magic he was doing under there but Logan made a helpless sound that had my dick jerking hard against my jeans zipper.

Fuck.

I adjusted myself as inconspicuously as I could, which, to be frank, was not inconspicuous at all. His other hand slipped down the front of her leggings and her head dropped back against his shoulder with a squeak and a soft murmur.

Sweet hell, she smelled so good. She was like a wildfire, all heat, that flower and forest scent charring and baking in the flames.

Caden wasn’t looking at me at all, every bit of his attention on Logan, and thank the gods for that because I was enraptured. Part of me whispered that this was kind of a weird situation, but then she lifted her gaze back to me and every potential thought process fizzled right out of my brain.

I wanted to see her. More of her, anyway.

This was torture.

There was way too much fabric in the way. My hands itched to reach out and take over, but Caden would throw me off the porch. It would probably be pushing it too far to reach into my jeans and give myself a few strokes to ease off the burning pressure.

Logan shuddered. My gaze fell to her hips.

She was gently canting them against Caden’s hand.

The leggings were black so it was hard to make out any particular details, but I was pretty sure he was inside her now.

He bit at her throat and she released a deep, guttural sound that almost made me come on the spot.

It was so hard to keep my breathing even. I didn’t want to attract Caden’s notice in case he changed his mind. I gripped the couch to minimize the shaking, my muscles twitching with the growing desire to get my hands on her. It was a craving that sizzled my blood.

This wouldn’t be nearly so hard to deal with if that fucking dream hadn’t given me terrible ideas.

I should never have imagined her so hot and willing.

I should get up and walk away right now, hop in the shower and fuck my fist until I blacked out.

But…I wouldn’t be able to smell her in the shower, or hear every perfect gasp and moan she made.

She was looking at me again.

Caden did something annoyingly secret and she bit her lip, her gaze molten and searing. She needed to stop being so fucking tempting. I swayed toward her without meaning to, planting my hands on the couch between her spread ankles.

Everyone paused. I wasn’t touching her, but I was near enough to feel the heat from her body. A low growl rumbled out of Caden. I inched back, breathing hard, but not as hard as Logan when he nipped at her throat and she came again.

So fucking perfect.

It wasn’t fair.

Back up . Caden’s voice filled my head and I scooted farther away.

Please .

I hadn’t meant to think it, let alone broadcast it, but it wasn’t possible to rip it back into my own head and out of his.

He stilled and looked at me. Please, what?

I hesitated. I thought about saying I didn’t mean it, but we both knew that was a lie. You know what.

Caden nuzzled Logan’s cheek, still moving his hands to keep her wiggling and panting. She nodded frantically a half second before seizing in his arms, coming again. Fuck, I was jealous. I wished I were coming right now.

“He wants to touch you,” said Caden, dropping a kiss to her throat. “Should we let him?”

My tongue felt so thick I couldn’t even swallow as I waited for her answer.

“Yes, please.” Her voice was so tentative, but she said it. She fucking said it. She wanted me to touch her .

“Keep it PG.” Caden eyed me carefully. “If you go somewhere I don’t like, this will stop.”

I set a shaking hand on Logan’s knee. She felt like a furnace under those leggings and I wanted to let myself burn.

I inched closer. She looked at me from her comfortable perch against Caden, waiting for me to do more.

I cupped her face and brushed my thumb over her cheek.

Her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned into the touch.

The audacity.

Who gave her permission to get all soft like that?

I swallowed hard and got myself a bit more comfortable. The couch was cramped with all of us at one end. I thought about asking if we could move to the bed instead but I was pretty fucking sure Caden would deny me just because he could.

I got bold and moved my thumb to touch Logan’s lips. They parted softly against the slightest pressure and it took every ounce of willpower not to pop it right in there for her to suck on. It was too early to risk that.

Her eyes opened slowly and her tongue darted through that tiny gap and licked at the pad of my thumb. Electricity bolted through me. Why the fuck did that feel as good as I imagined her mouth on my dick would?

Logan gave me a teasing smile. I dropped my forehead to hers.

Caden would probably stop things if I kissed her, but I debated if that was worth ending things early or not.

Her breathing turned to panting, those perfect sounds reaching a crescendo right next to my fucking ears.

I struggled not to come at the noises she was making so close to me.

I grit my teeth and ruthlessly shoved it all down.

That fucking dream filled in all the missing spaces of the experience. I knew exactly what she’d feel like if she came while I was inside her. That didn’t help the current situation at all.

Caden took zero pity on either of us and Logan made a choked-off groan.

She’d definitely gotten louder, and not just because I could hear her better up close.

She squirmed harder in Caden’s grip and he slid a hand all the way up to hold her by the throat, giving me a glimpse of the expanse of skin under her sweater.

I brushed reverent fingertips over her stomach, and the muscles twitched under my touch.

I laid my palm flat, getting as much skin as I could while it was there for the taking.

I wanted to kiss her so fucking bad. Her mouth was right there. I nearly lost my mind when she finally reached out and tangled her hand in my hair, gripping tight at the back of my neck.

Logan arched toward me as Caden unraveled her again and I didn’t last. Sensation rolled through me, my dick pulsing, turning my underwear into a sloppy mess.

It was like I was a fucking teen splooging over a dirty magazine.

I shuddered and kept my forehead to Logan’s, trying to keep some semblance of control on myself.

Her grip was so strong I nearly winced, but I chose to revel in the contact.

We were both huffing and puffing while Caden was cool as a fucking cucumber.

Unfair.

“Too hot,” she whined.

Caden freed both hands, and I tried not to look too closely at the fingers that were shiny from Logan’s cunt. He whipped her sweater right off her.

I froze in place, totally unable to look away from her bare chest, the swell of her tits begging to be held. I wanted to touch every new bit exposed, to press myself against her warm skin and?—

“Seth.” Caden’s voice snapped me out of my staring. “Help her.”

I gaped at them both. “Help with…?”

“Logan gets warm when we play. Help her out of her pants.”

Fucking hell, these two were going to kill me.

I braced shaking hands on Logan’s hips and she helpfully lifted them so I could peel the fabric down until it popped off both feet. My heart was like a barrel drum against my ribs. She winked and spread her legs again. Her gray panties had a clearly visible wet spot.

This time when Caden slipped his fingers into her and her eyes flickered shut, I could pretty well see everything.

Every thrust lifted the fabric of her panties, giving sinful peeks of dark hair and slick skin.

I wasn’t above pulling the panties aside and coaxing her clit with my tongue while Caden finger-fucked her to oblivion.

I put a chokehold on that urge, instead setting a hand on each of her ankles and sliding up.

She was back to panting again and focused those beautiful eyes on me.

What do you want me to do, Lo?

Logan slid her foot toward me and hooked her toes to nudge me closer.

I inched forward and into her reaching grasp.

She hooked one arm around Caden behind her and one around me, keeping me precariously balanced between their legs.

I braced myself on the couch with one hand, resting the other on her knee.

Caden took his sweet-ass time playing with her, keeping her wriggling and bucking without taking her over the edge again. I took a chance and dipped forward to kiss her, the moan that leapt out of her rocking me down to my soles. She pulled me closer and swept her tongue into my mouth.

I tipped further toward her, ready to drown in the taste of her. Caden chose that moment to slide another hand into her panties and shove her over the edge. Logan broke free of the kiss with a choking gasp, her grip on me shaking, little mutters of fuck, fuck, fuck echoing.

Logan melted against Caden, her limbs falling limply with a contented sigh. I sat back, my legs aching from awkwardly kneeling.

“Good girl,” Caden growled in her ear. His gaze slid to me. “You can go now, Seth. I don’t imagine you want to see me get taken care of.”

I climbed off the couch on shaky legs. Logan was already turning over and tugging at the front of Caden’s jeans. I disappeared into the bathroom, catching only the sound of the zipper descending and his sharp intake of breath.