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hot, and glided his fingers right into her. She clenched around him and he had to work to spread her wider, readying her, because once his cock slid inside, it wasn’t going to be a patient, gentle fuck.
    “Help me,” he murmured through clenched teeth, pushing deeper, stretching. Logan dropped his hand down between her thighs, nudging them apart. He broke from the kiss, urging until she bent forward. Logan’s coaxed her clit and her hard, shallow pants turned into sharp, gasps of sound.
    God, I hope she’s ready . He withdrew and licked the taste of her from his hand with a moan. Her whimper of need dragged him back to the moment. He positioned his sheathed cock, his hands falling to her hips and then he slid inside until his balls stretched unbearably with the need to release.
    His hips rolled, one thrust and her slick, tight heat closed like a fist around him. Her moan lit his insides. He drew back and thrust again, balls slapping against her mound.
    “Yes!” Her exclamation pulled his orgasm from him like a bolt of lightning, riding up his cock and he fought the urge to orgasm. Her anus winked at him and his cock jerked. Would she let him between her ass cheeks, would she take him there while Logan filled her sweet sex?
    The image undid him—he’d never been an ass man before. Thank God Logan is working her clit. She came apart underneath him, hips surging back to meet every thrust as he came with her.

 
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    Oh God, this really is happening ….
    The lucid thought punched through the haze of desire wrapping around her. Logan’s hot tongue and scraping teeth on her sex flooded her with desire until she came. When Zach had stroked up her arm and asked if she really wanted them, she nearly wept all over again. She’d never experienced two orgasms that close together, much less on the heels of the first. They were both still wearing too many clothes and except for the heat of Zach’s hard callused palm massaging her breast and Logan’s warm, moist breath on her sex, they’d barely touched her.
    “Yes!” And then Logan picked her up. A strong woman, she could bench press two hundred and fifty pounds, handle a fifty caliber and still held the best time for the urban obstacle course at Camp Lejeune, but their pure masculinity dwarfed her. In Logan’s arms, she felt soft, feminine and all woman. She’d stolen a kiss on the way to the bedroom, barely glimpsing Zach’s determined expression as he followed them. The sound of his pants hitting the floor sent a sensual thrill tingling through her thighs. For one brief moment, she worried she’d peed, but then Zach’s hands were on her ass, the tormenting bite he’d pressed to it, drawing her need taut. She wanted him inside her. She wanted both of them.
    Logan pulled away from her kiss and she moaned at the loss of it. The fingers filling her sent electricity racing up her spine and then Logan stroked his thumb over her sex. Her hands fell to the bed, fingers digging into the bed sheet. She rocked between them, aching with need. Zach’s hand slid away and she whimpered.
    Why did he stop ?
    But then his cock nudged her entrance and she strained back to meet it. His hard thrusts stretched her, pain and pleasure twining. He was incredible, driving deep into her, the friction delicious and she wanted more. Logan’s hand continued to flick, roll and rub her clit. Her nipples burned with every brush of his arm, the fabric of his shirt rasping across one, tormenting it and leaving the other aching for a similar touch.
    She twisted along his arm, pressing her hips back in invitation to Zach. Stretching forward until eye level with his groin, she glared at his clothes.
    More …
    The errant thought drowned in a torrent of feeling as a second orgasm spiraled through her belly, shooting jets of liquid heat through her muscles. Zach’s answering groan filled her and his cock vibrated inside of her. Struggling with raging need, she reached for