She nodded. “Stanton called me a whore. When I saw that letter, I remembered him telling me I was a whore because I had two husbands.”
“You are not a whore,” he said fiercely.
She smiled. “I know.” Her smile died. “But someone thinks I am.”
“Well, fuck ’em. You’re our wife. Did you talk to Molly today?” he asked, starting to strip. For a moment, she was too interested in watching him to answer.
“What? Oh, yes.” Logan drew his jeans off and turned to her, standing just in his boxers. Funny, she didn’t think anything was going to distract her from what had happened earlier, but the sight of his near-naked body seemed to be doing a good job.
Pulling off his shorts, he sat on the bed and grabbed her hand, tugging her forward. He calmly pulled off her clothes.
“I want to look at my beautiful body.”
She didn’t feel that beautiful most of the time. Except when Logan looked at her like he was now. He stripped her, dropping each article of clothing onto the floor. Watching, his face grew heated.
When she was naked, she knelt and stared at his thick cock. “Please, Logan?”
He ran his thumb over her cheek. “All right, darlin’.”
He leaned over and grabbed a pillow, placing it on the floor between his feet.
She moved, kneeling between his legs and grasped the base of his cock. She loved the feel of him. Hot, hard, and silky. Leaning in, she took just the head of his cock into his mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip.
She pressed her tongue into the slit at the top, running her hand up and down the shaft. With her other hand, she cupped his balls, squeezing lightly, the way she knew he liked.
“Damn, Savannah. That feels so good.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “Take me deep. Right in. Fuck.”
She took as much of him as she could into her mouth, keeping her hand firmly around the base of his cock. Slow then fast. Sliding her tongue along the shaft.
“Faster, darlin’. Oh, shit, yeah.”
She loved doing this to him. To both of her husbands. Loved that she could make them feel as good as they made her feel.
It made her feel like she was in heaven.
God, she loved him so much. He was everything. Her lover, her protector, her man. He was amazing.
“Move back now, Savannah. I’m not coming in your mouth tonight.”
She made a noise of disagreement, and he tugged her back. “Uh-uh, naughty girl. Do as you’re told, or there’s no coming for you.”
She pouted as he pulled her up. He tapped her lower lip. “Put that away. On the bed.” She scrambled onto the bed, not wanting him to follow through on his threat to not let her come. That would be disastrous with how needy she was feeling right now.
She heard him moving around behind her and looked back. Her breath caught at how gorgeous he was. Strong, and caring. Protective. She loved him so much. Even if he was way too bossy most of the time.
He lay next to her and took her mouth in a deep, hot kiss that made her heart race impossibly fast. Slowly, too slowly, he kissed his way down her jaw then her neck, when he finally reached her left breast, he cupped it then flicked his tongue over the nipple.
“Oh. Oh, it’s too much.” She was too sensitive. She needed him so much. Her pussy ached, she wanted him so badly.
“You can take it, baby. Because that is what I require of you.”
She grabbed hold of his shoulders, anchoring herself as wave after wave of desire washed through her. He kissed his way across her chest to her other nipple, he bit down on it lightly, and she cried out, arching up.
“Shit! Logan!”
“Sh.” He soothed the abused nub with his tongue then sucked it into the warmth of his mouth. Pleasure shook her, and she rubbed her legs together, hoping for some sort of friction to ease the ache deep inside her.
“Uh-uh, keep those legs still,” he warned. “I’m not ready for you to come yet.”