I slip it over her head and they break apart just long enough for me to remove the apron and throw it on the floor.
Her light-brown shirt matches her boots. The front is cropped at her waist, embroidered darts that pull the fabric into a tight, slim fit, accentuating how tiny she is. There’s a tail of cream-colored lace that falls over her ass like a peekaboo curtain.
I grind my hips into the curve of her ass just above her thighs, but lean my chest back just enough to take in this view.
Logan catches my eye as I do this and he’s gone.
There’s no stopping him once he gets started. We both know this. So the look in his eyes is defeat, and acceptance, and hunger all in one glance.
Oh, yeah, I think. This is gonna be fun.
It’s been a while since we tag-teamed a girl. We used to do it a lot back when we worked together more often, but that was before he got promoted.
I’ve missed him and from what I can tell, he’s missed me too. He just hides it better.
A laugh escapes my mouth and I just grin like a man who got lucky while he wasn’t looking.
Logan is unbuttoning her shirt. And there is a shit-ton of buttons so it takes forever. But I just watch them as they continue to kiss—their tongues hungry, their lips glistening with each other’s saliva—and picture what her mouth will look like when it slides over the tip of his cock.
Finally he opens her shirt and it’s my turn. I drag my hands up the curve of her hourglass shape, reach around, and fondle her breasts. Squeezing hard, then easing up, then squeezing hard again.
They stop kissing and Logan takes a step back so he can watch. It’s like we’ve been doing this forever and didn’t drift apart over the last couple years. Every move choreographed. Every reaction anticipated.
I grind harder on her, my cock swelling bigger, and bigger. And I’m not gonna pretend that Logan has nothing to do with that. I’m tired of pretending.
So I lean forward again, taking my lips to Yvette’s neck, and kiss her while I watch my friend watch me.
She moans, whispers something like, “No, no, no…”
“If you say that,” I hiss, “you better mean it. Because we’ll walk away right now.”
I don’t get a reply, but Logan’s eyes dart downward, meeting her gaze. And he grins a little, so I guess I don’t really need an answer.
I let go of one of her breasts and reach for him. Hook my hand around his neck, and pull him towards her mouth.
He doesn’t fight me. Just kisses her passionately.
I lean forward a little more, allowing myself to stand fully erect, and get in on this action.
My lips touch the corner of her mouth and she turns her head to meet me, her tongue swiping over my lip.
And then Logan’s mouth touches mine too and this… this is the part that sends me over the edge.
He kisses me and her at the same time.
The best part of fucking girls with your best friend is sharing.
I grip his hair hard, forcing the kiss to become urgent. Yvette’s breathing becomes erratic as I continue to grind against the small of her back. She’s shorter than me by several inches, but when I look down she’s on her tiptoes, the thick, high heels of her boots in the air so she can reach us both.
What must she be thinking?
I don’t care.
I’ve wanted her for a long, long time. Long before we found her up in these mountains two weeks ago. Long before we put this plan together. And I always knew Logan would meet me halfway if we ever got this far.
We’ve had so much fun together. There’s no way, once we started, that he’d pass up this second chance.
And she’s the perfect girl too.
One night. Wham, bam, never gonna see you again, lights out, thank you, ma’am kinda night.
One night. That’s all we get. One night to fuck her brains out together.
And then put it all behind us.
So you can damn well bet I’m not gonna waste a second of this.
I reach for Logan’s pants, undo the buckle, then the button, and unzip him. I take her hand off his waist, where it’s been passive for too long, and slip it down in his pants. She squeezes him from the inside as I squeeze him from the outside.
“AJ,” he cautions me.
“Fuck you,” I say. Because I lied. It’s too late to say no. For either of them.
This shit is a done deal.
I pull the front of his pants down, giving her more access, and then, without me even telling her, she pulls his cock out and begins to slowly jerk him back and forth.
My attention is on step two now. Her pants. There’s no way to get those boots off her legs without a major time-out, so fuck that. This chick is getting the half-dressed fuck whether she likes it or not.