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Logan’s belt and worked it free, the buttons and zippers no challenge versus the drive to touch him, taste him.
    His fingers halted and she felt, more than saw him begin to pull away. Tilting her head back, she shook it in mutiny.
    “Let me touch you, please.” The raw, wanton voice didn’t belong to her, but the plea worked. Logan hesitated, but stayed still as she tugged his pants and simple black boxers down. Zach’s hands stroked her back, his softened cock still pressed deeply within her and she divided her focus, squeezing his cock with kegels. Who knew that exercise would ever be so useful? He caressed her spine with delicate nips and gentle kisses. A wandering finger rimmed her anus.
    Laughter shuddered out of her. She’d wanted to experience every sexual opportunity, to be a woman. Tingles of pleasure stroked through her. Her nerve endings sizzled and every pulse of her heart sent another wave of bliss skating over her skin. She felt beautiful, exquisite and utterly feminine.
    Logan finished kicking off his pants and boxers and yanked his shirt over his head. The mottled skin she’d glimpsed along his neck and hand ran all the way down his side. His left thigh puckered with the twisted scarring of burnt flesh. Pain for him rolled through the cloud of pleasure holding her body hostage. Pain for the agony these injuries must have cost him. Pain for the stiffness of his posture.
    Behind her, Zach eased away, but she let him go without comment. Wonder filled her as she looked up the length of Logan’s body, meeting his closed expression. He expected rejection.
    He is about to be disappointed .
    Stretching forward, she kissed the scarred skin of his hip. She parted her lips, her tongue gliding over the rough ridges. A surgical scar dimpled the mottled flesh and she stroked a caress along the length of it. She rose and watched his face. He braced himself, desire peeking through his caution. Kissing her way down the chest, she laved attention to the scarred and the unscarred skin. The hard muscle beneath her fingers trembled, but she indulged herself. She wanted to touch him.
    She wanted to taste him.
    She wanted to give back that pleasure he’d given her in the sitting room. At his groin, she massaged the softened length of cock. She didn’t know what led to his accident or how he’d earned the scars decorating the left side of his body, but she recognized the trauma, the fear and the reluctance. Lapping gently around the head of his flaccid cock, she tasted fear. She eased the length between her lips, careful not to hurt him with her teeth.
    The bed dipped behind her and a warm, wet wash cloth stroked her sex. Her heart thudded like an eager puppy, delighted at Zach’s return. Rolling Logan’s cock around in her mouth, she gently sucked the head. Emboldened by his sharp inhale, she used one hand to brace herself and the other to cup his balls. A turgid lift of skin told her the scars had spread out to try and emasculate him, but he remained whole.
    Even if he didn’t feel that way. A drop of fluid beaded along the head of his cock and she paused in mid-stroke to lick the slit, drawing out the flavor. Quivers rolled up his length, the member stiffening. Pure delight filled her as she drew him deep.
    Logan’s fingers fisted in her hair as his cock engorged. It strained her jaws, and she opened wider, stroking the hardening length with every lick. His balls swelled under her hand. His thighs shook with effort and she bobbed her head forward, encouraging him to thrust. Behind her, Zach washed her sex gently.
    It was all she could do not to push back. Logan’s hands tightened in her hair, his cock thrusting deep and she swallowed, tasting his desire, richer than the steak they’d dined on. Her gaze skittered up and he stared at her with wonder, the wariness gone.
    “I want….” he began and she eased back then, bumping Zach.
    “What do you want?” she asked, favoring the thick, red head of his cock with