When I st ep into the pub, I can feel that my cheeks are still flushing from outside. No, it definitely isn’t from the t epid spring temperature. It’s from Logan staring down at me like I was on the menu, like I was his dessert. Then, when he reached out and wiped ice cream off my lip before sucking it off his finger? Fuck, I’m surprised I stayed standing. In my head, I passed out then and there. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so simple yet so erotic in my entire life. My eyes land on Ty instantly, who is already at the bar with two drinks. He hands me a shot as he lifts one for himself. “What is this?” I ask. “Tequila,” he shouts over the music. “Oh god, what are you trying to do to me?” “Hopefully get you drunk enough to fall into bed with me,” Ty tea ses. Throwing my head back, I laugh at that before taking the shot. I set the glass down against the bar top as I cock an eyebrow at him. “Definitely don’t need tequila for that to
happen.” He waggles his brows, pulling me towards him and pressing his lips to mine. I don’t even know why I put any stock into my interaction with Logan. Especially when I have Ty right here in front of me. He’s sweet, funny, and gorgeous. He hasn’t fucke d my mom, nor is he currently fucking my mom. He’s closer to my age. He isn’t controlling or broody. He’s kinda perfect. Breaking apart, he presses a quick kiss to my nose before ordering two more shots. Clinking our glasses together, we toss them back, an d I wince. How is the second one harsher than the first? Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Looking around the room, I notice karaoke going on in the corner with a ton of people dancing in the middle of the pub. Kind of surprising how many people are out and about in the middle of the week in April. My eyes stop on my mom who is tossing back vodka sodas like it’s her job. Pulling the neckline of her top down, she begins shaking her tits into Logan’s face as she starts singing along to the song. She is so fucking em barrassing. Logan looks down at her with disinterest, though his hand rests on her hip in a possessive hold. I’m not sure if it’s there because he wants it to be or because he knows that if he lets her go, she’ll wander off to god knows where with god know s who. Uncle Tom looks at her, shaking his head as he lifts his beer to take a sip. Like they always seem to be, Logan’s eyes slowly gravitate to me. A fluttering erupts in my stomach, and no matter how hard I try to fight it, it refuses to give way. It ma y be the tequila beginning to fog my head, but I’m beginning to forget why I have to fight so hard, why it would be so terrible to give in. I mean, if memory serves me right, both times were easily the best sex of my life. Could that be because they were m oments drenched in lust, kink, and passion? Possibly. Does more than a large part of me think that it was really just Logan, that he was the cause behind that feeling of release and freedom? Absolutely. “What’s going on in that pretty head?” Ty asks with a smile, forcing me to face him. I feel myself give him a dopey smile as I lean into his touch. Y ep, tequila is officially in control here. I blame Ty. Reaching across the bar, I grab Uncle Tom’s beer, taking three large gulps as Ty takes it from my hand. “ Easy slugger. You want me to have to carry you home?” “Sure,” I say with a shrug. “It’s not like you’d mind.” “Having my hands all over your perfect body? No, I wouldn’t mind at all.” “Her mother can hear you two,” Logan gnashes over the loud music. Ty and I look from him to my mother, who couldn’t be less interested in what we’re discussing. In fact, she’s already swaying on her feet, spacing off as she orders another drink. I know what you’re thinking. We don’t really mess around when it comes to alcohol. We’ve been here a whopping ten minutes, and we’re all on our way to being utterly trashed. Well, maybe just my mom and me, but still. “I don ’t care about that shit,” my mom says with a wince from sipping her drink. “She’s a grown woman. She should get dicked down.” “Mom!” “Kelly!” Logan and I both chastise her at once, causing her to roll her eyes and shrug. Her and Uncle Tom begin chatting ab out something, and I hear the DJ calling
out for any karaoke volunteers. I’m not really sure what got into me, mainly because I’ve never sang in public before, and honestly, I’m not all that great. What the hell, though, right? I’ll never see any of these other people again. Grabbing Ty’s hand, I lift my other in the sky, waving wildly as we rush to the stage. “What the hell are you doing?” Ty laughs like he’s not against it. I smile at him over my shoulder as I wink. When we get to the stage, I only stumble a st ep, which isn’t bad considering I f eel like my entire body is floating. The DJ sets two microphone stands up as he walks over to us. “What do you guys want to do?” Before Ty can respond, I blurt out the first duet song I can think of. “‘You’re the one I want’ by Olivia Newton - John and John Tra volta.” The DJ blinks like that’s an odd choice, but I don’t care. He walks over to his set up as Ty looks at me wide - eyed. “I don’t know that song!” “Oh, come on, you’ve never seen Grease? Seriously?” I ask in disbelief. He pauses, and I smile. “You ha ve!” “I had a John Tra volta phase as a kid, yeah, but I haven’t sung that song in years.” “Oh my god, this is perfect! Okay, we’re gonna do the whole scene, dance and all!” I laugh, clapping my hands excitedly. He looks out at the room and shakes his head. I think he’s about to tell me I’m nuts or something, but instead, he drags me in for a kiss, holding me until the crowd starts to holler. When he pulls away, he gives me a panty melting look. “Fuck it, let’s do this.” I smile excitedly as the beginning music starts. I grab my microphone as Ty does the same before I frantically look around. The DJ has an unlit cigarette behind his ear, and I snatch it quickly. “Hey! What the fuck!” “Sorry!” I sn icker as I face Ty, holding it between my fingers as I channel Olivia Newton - John. “Tell me about it, stud.” Ty pauses for a moment, and I think he’s going to back out. Then, it’s as if I’m watching a rendition of the movie. His performance completely come s alive. He drops to the floor on the word ‘electrifying,’ and I toss the cigarette on the floor, st epping on it before pushing my shoe onto his chest. From there, we put on a musical show, and the crowd is eating it up. Everyone is dancing and singing alo ng. Well, everyone exc ept one. Logan is standing with his arms crossed at the bar. Uncle Tom and my mom are dancing, and Logan is just... standing there, staring. It unnerved me at first, but I’m having too much fun to care. So, I play into it. Pointing at hi m, Ty and I belt the words. “You’re the one that I want!” The crowd echoes us before we all sing. “Oooh oooh oooooh!” “The one I need! Oh yes, indeed!” I sing into the microphone, my finger still pointing towards Logan. Once the song is over, the pub erupt s into cheers, and Ty picks me up, spinning me around the stage before kissing me. He holds my face tenderly, and I smile into him before we break apart. When we do, my eyes skim over the crowd, pausing on Logan’s glare. It feels more aimed at Ty than me, and when I look up to Ty, I see him staring back at Logan. The DJ ushers us off the stage and we walk back to our place at the bar, receiving nonstop arm pats and praise from others. Ty wraps his arm around my waist, pressing me into his side as Logan moves to stand beside me. “Did you have fun?” “I did.” I smile. “I’ve never done any thing like that before.” “You
were a natural, you lit up the entire room,” he says, his words of praise making that fluttering feeling fire up once more. “What about me?” Ty intervenes. “I lit up the room too, right, bro?” Logan cuts an irritated look to Ty but doesn’t get a chance to speak when my mother comes barreling into me, literally. She almost falls to the ground as we collectively try to hold her up. “That’s waz amazing! Yourz my daughter. Shez my daughtersss!” she shouts. “Alright, I think it’s time you went to bed,” Logan says. “No!” she says with a wrinkled up frown. “I wants to stay and have more drinks! Bartenderrrr!” she shouts before falling apart into a fit of giggles. The bartender looks at her, not impresse d at all. “She’s gotta go.” Logan nods when Uncle Tom st eps in, bending down before tossing my mom over his shoulder. “I got her. Marissa has been texting me anyways. See you guys in the morning.” “Put me downz you buffalo! I’ll beat your asses if you don’ t,” she shouts at Uncle Tom as they slip through the doorway and head towards the hotel. “What do you guys say? A few more drinks?” Ty asks. I shrug as I look up at Logan. I hope I don’t look as desperate for him to agree as I feel. I don’t know why, maybe it’s just my lowered ambitions. Maybe it’s the way he hasn’t taken his eyes off of me for longer than a moment since... well, all day. I don’t know how to explain or justify it. All I know is right now, the last thing I want is for him to go home. Logan look s down at me like he’s asking if I want him there, like he’ll go if I ask him to. Quick, how do you properly beg someone to stay without saying a word? Puppy dog eyes? Puppy dog eyes. That’s what I’m going with. I might be wrong, but it almost seems like L ogan melts right before my eyes. Okay, that may be an exaggeration, but he does soften as he turns to the bartender. “Three tequilas. Can you make them doubles?” Logan asks. “Add it to your tab?” Logan nods as the bartender quickly pours our drinks. We tha nk him before clinking our glasses together and knocking them back. The sharp burn of the liquor slithers down my throat before settling into my stomach. If I was buzzed before, I know this is about to send me into full - fledged drunk territory. Here’s hoping I’m not as sloppy as my mother. Someone starts singing, and I sway to the music happily. Ty and Logan are chatting about something, but I really can’t find it in me to pay attention. Instead, I’m watching the woman on stage absolutely dominate. She’s radiating confidence, and her voice is incredible. Oh, the kick she probably got out of our little show. I start snickering to myself, earning the attention of both men. “What’s so funny, giggles?” Ty teases. “Just thinking about how funny we were up there.” I grin. “Oh, we were the funniest and the best,” he agrees. “What a modest pair,” Logan taunts. “What a stick in the mud you are.” Ty rolls his eyes befo re slipping his hand into mine. “Come on, Ari. Let’s show the old man what it looks like to have fun.” I let Ty drag me out to the dance floor, spinning me in circles, bringing me into him before twirling me away again. As if my head wasn’t already spinnin g, I don’t know what’s moving faster, the world or my head. Very ungracefully, I slam into his chest, laughing as he holds me upright. I blink up at him lazily as he smiles down at me. I don’t even realize the music has changed until something slower plays . It’s one of those sexy, fast, slow songs, you know? The
kind you’d grind to at a club or something. So, of course, that’s exactly what Ty and I do. He spins me once more so my ass is against his cock before he settles his hands on my hips. I wiggle myself against him, swaying to the music as he grinds against me. I feel him getting harder and harder as my head turns, looking up and locking eyes with Logan. Just like when we were on stage, he has a murderous glare covering his otherwise handsome face. Exc ept, this time, his glare is di rectly pointed at me. “You’re torturing him, baby.” Ty chuckles into my ear. I break my eye contact with Logan to look up at him. “I’m not doing anything.” He lifts a brow like he doesn’t believe me, dragging me against him harder to prove his point. “Dry humping his brother right in front of him. So close he can almost taste you but never have you.” I shrug. “That’s his own fault.” “How so?” “Because he knows where to find me.” The words slip out of my mouth before I can stop them. Nervously, I glance up to see that Ty isn’t mad, he doesn’t even look surprised. Instead, he gives me a small smile and an understanding nod. “You turn do wn a man enough, a good one stops trying. Logan is a good man, Ari.” I shrug, trying to focus on the music. Ty doesn’t let me, though. Instead, he cups my jaw, forcing me to look at him over my shoulder. “If you want him to come over here, all you have to do is tell him.” I frown at that. “What about you?” “My brother can try to steal you from me. I like my odds.” He winks, causing me to laugh. Ty releases his hold on me, and my eyes instantly snap to Logan’s. He’s holding onto a new glass of tequila like i t’s the only thing tethering him to this world. I don’t know what to do, what to say to convince him to come over here. I don’t even know if I want him to come over here. Okay, that’s a lie. Without overthinking it, I ke ep my eyes on him as I softly whispe r, “Please.” I’m not sure how he was able to read my lips from across the room. Maybe he wasn’t and just instinctively knows what I need. Whatever the reasoning, he tosses back the tequila in one gulp, setting the empty glass against the bartop as he begin s moving across the room towards me. My heart is hammering in my chest, my hands shaking with each st ep he takes until he is inches from my face. He pauses just short of our chests brushing against each other as he looks down at me while speaking to Ty. “Y ou giving up?” “Fuck no, just giving you a chance to get in the race,” Ty taunts. “Besides, it’s what Ari wants, and I want what makes her happy.” Slowly, Logan lifts a hand to cup my cheek. “Is that right, Ari? Are you tired of fighting me? Do I make you happy?” My chest is heaving with ragged breaths, and my head feels lightheaded as I try to process my emotions. “I don’t know.” Logan frowns, his hand slipping to the back of my head, wrapping his fingers around my hair and yanking stiffly. “Maybe you need some time to think about it.” In the next moment, the song changes, and Logan and Ty both begin grinding against me, one from the front, one from the back. Logan’s knee slides in between my thighs, and suddenly, I’m riding his leg while his brother’s cock is grinding against my ass. I could overthink and overanalyze this. Question every single second of
it until we all decide it’s better that whatever is happening starts and ends here. But what would be the fun in that? The brothers sandwich me between them as we all move to the music. One of Logan’s hands is still buried in the back of my hair, and the o ther is resting on my hip, pulling me closer to him. Ty sneaks a hand around the front of my throat, forcing my face to tip backwards and look at him. A sweet smile spreads across his face as he grins. “Hi.” I smile at him. “Hi.” He closes the distance bet ween us, our lips brushing together as we sway to the music. Ty’s tongue twirls against mine as he de epens the kiss, his hold on my throat true and steady before he breaks away. My head is dizzy, and my eyes are barely open before he’s forcing me to face f orward. To face Logan. Logan is staring down at me with a de ep hunger in his eyes as Ty continues holding my throat, offering me up like some type of meal for his brother. I feel Ty’s lips begin skating against the back of my neck as he murmurs. “Better take what you want before I change my mind, brother.” Apparently, that’s all it takes for Logan. In the next moment, he cups my face on either s ide, cradling me like I’m something special, like I’m his most prized possession. He tilts my head slightly, staring down at the sparrow tattoo behind my ear before he whispers against my lips. “Sparrow.” My heart clenches in my chest at that nickname agai n, and before I can even attempt to control the dizziness I feel from this moment, his lips are on mine. My pulse thunders, my stomach flips, and as corny as it sounds, I swear to god I see fireworks. Pure euphoria rushes through me with just a simple kiss . I forgot what it was like to be in his orbit, to have his attention. He doesn’t rush the kiss like Ty always seems to; instead, he savors it, his lips commanding and dominating while still taking his time. When he pulls away, his chest is heaving, and his eyes are dilated. It’s clear that he’s just as affected by this... thing as I am. Maybe even more. Before he can say or do anything, the pressure on my neck intensifies as Ty drags me back to him once more. As he begins kissing me once more, I feel a second pair of lips on me. The feeling of having both of their attention at t he same time is unexplainable. Back and forth, I move between Logan and Ty, both more than happy to p epper my neck and chest with kisses until they steal me back. The tequila in my system is still giving me a lightheaded and floaty feeling. Maybe that’s wh y I can’t remember how we got from the pub to the hotel lobby. Did we really just make out the whole way down the road, me staying pressed between these two gorgeous men? We stumble into the elevator, and Ty drags me inside, Logan pressing the close button as he follows after, hitting a button before his attention is on me. Ty’s tongue is currently down my throat as his hands come to my front, pulling my shirt down, exposing my breasts. He cups one as Logan covers the other. He pulls my nipple into his mout h, his teeth grazing against it as I cry out in pleasure. The elevator doors open, and we tumble out together. What the fuck are we even doing? What if there was someone waiting for the elevator? We are in the same hotel as my entire family. We could be se en, we could be caught. Why does that turn me on even more? I don’t realize that we’re at the door to our room until Ty hands Logan the keycard. He swipes it
and pushes the door open as we move into the room, slamming the door shut. From there, we dissolve into a heap of limbs. I don’t know whose mouth is whose, what hand belongs to what man. All I know is that I have two mouths, four hands, and two rock hard c ocks on me. Ty manages to lay on his back while Logan has me pinned to the bed. His hands slip underneath my top, tossing it to the side of the room before he works on my pants next. One by one, each piece of clothing is tossed until Ty reaches for me, dra gging me up to him. “Open,” he says as he strokes his bare cock in his fist. I look up at him as I open my mouth, slowly taking him down my throat. Ty throws his head back in pleasure as I push him all the way down before I come back again, r epeating the motion as I wrap my tongue around him. “Fuck, yes. That’s it, Ari,” he grits a s he reaches down to cup either side of my face, guiding my movements. I’m now left completely naked as I hear the sound of a belt jingling before I feel the warmth of Logan’s head pressing against my pussy. I gasp at the feeling. It’s not enough to cross the line, but it’s just the right amount of pressure to have me aching for more. My head turns to the side to look at him. My buzz seems to have faded with the knowledge of what we’re about to do. I know what I’m agreeing to. I know that we are about to cr oss a line we will never be able to come back from. Last time, we didn’t know, or at least I didn’t. This time, though, I have zero hesitation or regret, which says a lot about my character, I guess. Wiggling my hips, I encourage Logan, and he doesn’t pause for another second. Just like in the club, he violently pushes into me with one thrust. I’m starting to think he can’t help it. When he gets that close, he just has to shove into me, like he’ll combust if he doesn’t. His piercing rubs against me in a way that has my toes curling as he snarls. “Fuck.” I pull my mouth off Ty as I speak. “What’s wr ong?” A rough chuckle es capes Logan as his hands tighten on my hips. “Absolutely nothing, Sparrow. I just forgot what heaven was like.” I smile as I turn to face Ty, who is staring at me with so much heat in his eyes. “Feel good, Ari?” Logan’s thrusts come in steady and rough, like the carnal raw fucking I’ve come to know him for. “Yes!” I moan. “Good.” Ty smiles. “Now, be a good girl and choke on my cock while my brother fucks you senseless.” My pussy pulses at his words before his hand moves behind my hea d, shoving me down onto him. We all find a sloppy yet steady rhythm, each trying to wring as much pleasure out of this as possible. Ty is the first one to fall apart. I feel his cock twitch in my mouth, my eyes reveling in the sight as his head falls back and he moans. His cum coats my tongue as I quicken my movements, taking hi m de eper and de eper, allowing his cum to run down my throat. When he’s finished, Ty looks down and smiles at me sweetly, cradling my jaw as he rubs his thumb against my cheek. Logan doesn’t let the moment last for long. In the next moment, he has me flippe d on my back and is covering my body with his as he thrusts inside me once more. I whimper at the intensity of his movements. “Shh, it’s okay. I’ve
got you. I’ve got you,” he promises as he begins p eppering my neck with kisses. My whines soften as I sink into his touch. When he pulls back, he wraps his hand around my throat, squeezing the sides. I can still breathe, but my blood flow is beginning to s low, causing my already dizzy head to feel like it’s floating away. I hear the dull sound of a door opening and closing, but I’m too wrapped up in this moment to focus on it. My eyes lock with Logan’s, such intensity in those de ep brown eyes. A million diff erent things run through my head. It looks like they are running through his too. We both stay silent outside of our moans, fully sinking into this moment together. “Logan!” I whimper. “It’s Sir,” he grunts. “Huh?” “In bed, you’ll call me Sir. Or Dom, I l iked that.” I can’t help but feel a little embarrassed as he reaches a hand up, pinching my cheeks together to hold me in place as he fucks me harder. “What do you say, Sparrow?” “Yes,” I pant, focusing all of my energy on the pleasure overtaking my body. His hand holding my cheek pulls back for a moment, lightly smacking me in a way that has my eyes bulging. “Yes, what?” he asks sternly. A rush runs through me as I lock eyes with him. “Yes, Sir.” Another light smack comes to my cheek, and for some fucked u p reason, my pussy pulses at that. “That’s my good girl.” I feel my orgasm come out of nowhere. One moment, I’m looking into his eyes, and the next, my back is bowing, my pussy spasming, and my voice screaming. Logan covers my mouth with his other hand as he fucks me through my orgasm. I fe el his cock pulse and twitch inside me before he’s following me right over the edge. He slumps against me, his chest heaving as he attempts to catch his breath. When he does, carefully, he rolls us so that he’s on his back, and I’m straddling him. I try to pull off him when his hands come to my hips, forcing me to stay. “You’re still in me,” I point out with a small smile, the post - orgasm glow still in full effect. “Good,” he growls lowly. “I’m gonna stay inside you all night. Now, just relax and sle ep, Spa rrow.” Something in his words sends my heart stuttering, and I lay back down, settling myself onto his chest as he stays inside me. My pussy is full of his cum, his cock preventing it from spilling out. Thank god for birth control, or this man would have undeniably just fucked a baby into me. I notice as I look around that Ty is gone. I frown at that. He didn’t have to leave. Where could he have gone, and why didn’t I notice earlier? I feel another soft kiss from Logan press against the top of my head, sending a flurry of butterflies rushing through me. That. That’s why. Because anytime Logan and I are within a two - foot radius of each other, the rest of the world seems to fade away. I kn ow I’m supposed to feel guilty for that, and in the morning, I no doubt will, but right now, I’m... happy. I don’t know how long we lie there for. Long enough for me to almost say, and then decide against it, a million things. This moment is too perfect. I wa nt to leave it untouched. Preserve it forever. Even if we only have tonight. It’s good enough for me.