Chapter Twenty Eight-The Chase

I thought I’d hear the pitter-patter of footsteps behind me by now, and for a moment, I thought they weren’t coming. It took a second or two for them to process what I said, but then the chase to get to me first was on.

My witchy cackle echoed through the quiet house as I made the corner for the stairs.

No matter how fast I ran through the hall, they were already on top of me by the time I got up the staircase.

I clutched the hardwood step that I laid on, and Logan yanked on my foot and brought me closer to him. He hated my alone times with Jacob. That there might be some secret between us that he couldn’t be part of. “No one watches anymore.”

He straddled my legs and nipped at my bare ass. “I have a surprise for you. A big one.” The tip of his tongue swiped up the center of my body until his hand hit my butt cheek. “You think you can handle the both of us?”

The thought of both of those massive men being inside me at the same time was a little scary, but the way what he said made me ache between my legs, and I couldn’t say no.  “Yes, sir, I think I’m the right woman for the job.”

As he carried me through the doorway, his throaty voice breathed down my neck, and it made every part of me pulse.

I could feel the need inside him. It was like the pause before a bolt of lightning when the little hairs on your body stand on end, and a charge illuminates the particles in the air. Even though it’s invisible, it has weight and a life of its own. This thing between us was just like that.

While I laid on the bed and waited for them to undress, I watched them in the dim lights of our room, and it made more sense to me then, or maybe it was just their DNA taking hold, reprogramming my way of thinking.

It was no secret that I may have a personality disorder or two; that’s why it had to be two of them—one for each crazy witch that lived inside me.

My Jacob, the man who lived to please me, wasted no time burying his face between my legs. He was satisfied with satisfying me. But Logan always wanted more. No matter how far I let him push me, he tried to wring out every drop he could.

His mouth claimed mine from above. He wanted to swallow every one of the whimpers and moans meant for Jacob. Like he told me, no matter whose arms I was in, I was his, and he insinuated himself into every private moment we shared. But I wanted him too. Even when I was locked up in Jacob’s arms, I wanted Logan. I couldn’t get enough. “What’s wrong, Sweetheart?”

I should have said I want you both, but lying to him was impossible. “Fuck me now, Logan. I need you.”

After one last kiss on my lips, he backed away from my field of vision. “Yes, ma’am.” I heard the drawer slide open, then his arms hooked under my shoulders, and he yanked me from the warmth of Jacob’s mouth.

There was little that needed to be said between the three of us now, and I immediately understood the dynamics of what was about to happen.

Despite my extensive sexual history, this was my first time in this situation, and I think Logan knew it. That’s why it was his favorite. He wanted the part of me untouched by man. Something that was his alone.

Jacob took my hand as I stood above him. His eyes never left me as I crouched down over him. I slid down his shaft, and his eyes closed as his head fell back onto the pillow. Every time we were together, it was like that. Like the warmth of my body’s embrace was magic, and he tried to imagine what it looked like in his head.

His dick bent upwards in the best way possible. The throbbing vein that pulsed on top beat against me, and I was already so close that when the warm lube dripped down my body, I clenched around him, and my whole body quaked.

While Jacob’s hands worked my breasts, I balled my hands into fists when Logan’s fingers met my body. For a tough guy, his hands were like silk the way they massaged my entrance to prepare me for what was coming. “Relax. I’ll be nice, I swear.”

Jacob licked his fingers, then brought his hand down my body and rubbed circles on me as Logan pushed me forward. With a hand on my shoulder, his big fingers caressed the mark he made, and when he pushed inside me, I felt a pleasure through every nerve in my body so intense that I cried.

It was as if that was what my body was waiting for. Both of them. I needed both of them.

His arm was around my neck, and I held him tight as he breathed into my ear. “Are you alright?”

I trembled in his arms, but he held me steady as I nodded and said the only words I could think of. “Don’t stop.”

His fingers curled into my skin and pushed me forward onto Jacob’s chest as he went deeper. I rode them slowly as I rocked my hips back and forth between them until the pressure in my body was too much to control.

They held me steady between their four big hands as I whimpered and shook. Without even moving, they made me come again and again. When I finally relaxed and came down from my high, they got to work making up for every day I spent alone.

My men took over, and they alternated their thrusts in a see-saw motion, so I was constantly filled. Between the whispered ‘yeah,’ ‘umm,’ and ‘take it’ that Logan filled my ears with and Jacob’s clenched teeth as he thrust up into me, the whole experience was a smudged blur of a constant orgasm that left me limp on Jacob’s chest.

There was no part of me left unloved that night.

While Logan’s body pulsed and spilled the last drops of himself inside me, I heard Jacob whisper against my face, but I was too exhausted to even try to think of a response. “I love you.”

Love isn’t something you can describe; it’s in your actions. The way Teddy gave up his happiness to chase after me all those years when I was at my most masochistic. It’s a human who took in two kids with a price on their head and every bounty hunter in the witching world looking for them. It’s my parents who gave up their lives so their children could have a chance in this world.

What Jacob said to me, they’re just words. They mean nothing at all to me, but they were everything to him. I should’ve just said it back. It haunts me to this day.