In to Her

Forget all the bad things that have happened to me.

Forget the life I used to have. Forget everything I’ve lost.

Forget about the love I will never find again and just…

Embrace this one last gift from these two strangers.

AJ reaches out, pulling Logan closer. They kiss like friends. Like lovers.

And I do not think about it. I do not wonder who they are. What they are to each other. Or even why they’re here.

They are here for me.

They are here to give me what I need.

And this is how I accept that gift.

Logan groans as their kiss becomes more passionate, their tongues wild as AJ pushes forward and Logan pushes back. Until AJ’s cock is buried deep in my asshole and they find that rhythm again. They find that perfect, rocking motion that will give me the most pleasure.

Logan growls a little, nipping at AJ’s lip. And things become more intense. I can feel their muscles straining. AJ’s arms, and Logan’s thighs, as he balances me in the perfect position to take them both.

We are close. Even me, I realize, with some surprise. Because I’m not usually one to go all night like this.

So it’s them.

They do this to me.

For me.

I reach down between my legs and begin to play with my clit.

“Yeah,” Logan moans. “You’re gonna come for us first this time, Yvette.”

And it’s dumb. I know it is. It’s dumb to feel… like they care about my feelings. But I let myself live this fantasy with them.

Why not?

I vibrate my hand across my clit so fast the climax begins to build. AJ is grinding on my ass, his hips dipping under and then thrusting up while Logan eases in and out of me like we are the definition of sex.

I come.

It’s not mind-blowing like last time.

It’s quiet and pulsing.

AJ says, “Oh, yeah. Grip my cock with your ass, Yvette.” And it’s the Yvette part that gets me. It’s something as simple as my name.

Logan leans into me, pressing his chest up against my breasts so hard, I feel like I can’t breathe. And AJ pushes back, reaching around Logan to force us into this tight configuration.

“Fuck,” Logan mutters. And I feel him spasm. His legs and arms as well as his cock. His hot semen fills me up inside, joining and mingling with AJ’s from earlier.

AJ lets go of me and both their cocks slip out. I have no strength left so I fall to my knees and immediately turn to face AJ. He’s frantically jerking on his cock, aiming it at my tits, and then white, milky come shoots out and coats my nipples.

Logan drops to the floor, sitting with his legs open and his back pressed up against the wall. He grabs me around my waist and slides me across the slick, tiled floor until my back hits his chest.

And then hugs me. Tight. With his head buried into the crook of my neck.

I don’t know why. I can’t possibly imagine what reason he has to hug me like this, but he does it.

And I like it.

AJ bends down on one knee and wipes the come off my breasts with one wet hand. Then he reaches for a nearby nozzle and aims the misty spray at me, like he wants to take care of me.

You are so stupid, Yvette.

They are not here to take care of you.

I know that, but the dreamy, passionate haze of sex lingers. And I don’t feel like fighting it.

So I give in to it.

Chapter Twelve – LOGAN

We sit in the shower like that for a few minutes, Yvette and I, my arms wrapped tightly around her.

I’m feeling… thankful.

I almost laugh at that, then chastise myself. She is just a girl we’re fucking, Logan.

Right. Got it.

Gonna kill her in a few hours. By tomorrow night all of this will be behind me. I’ll be on my way back to the city to report in to Damon. Show him proof of the job well done. Pictures of two dead bodies.

End of story.

I look up at AJ and find him washing his hair and I can’t help myself. I smile.

He grins back. Shoots me with his finger. And I’m transported to another day. Another time. Back when we first met and this job was exciting and, though I hate to admit it, sometimes fun too.

AJ turns away and stands under the rain shower, talking to the wall as he rinses his hair.

“What?” I laugh.

“Clothes,” he says, turning to face me. “I wish I had brought clothes. Why didn’t we bring clothes?”

Uh… because we weren’t supposed to be stuck in a blizzard fucking Yvette Nightingale’s brains out tonight?

But I don’t say it.

We both know why we don’t have clothes.

“I might have clothes for you,” Yvette says in a quiet voice.

AJ squints his eyes at her. An expression I know well enough to recognize as suspicion. What the hell is he suspicious about? “You have men’s clothes?” he asks.