Sweetest Taste of Sin (Southern Sin) (7 page)

“Are you okay?” Ant asked
, because he couldn’t help himself. He wasn’t surprised when his voice came out gravelly, because he was pretty sure he’d shouted at the end.

“Mm,” she sighed, eyes closing. “I feel wonderful.”

J.B. leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. Ant would’ve thought seeing his brother’s cock fucking her mouth, or watching his brother care for Logan after they’d made her come would’ve bothered him. But it didn’t. It felt natural, as though they were meant to work together to bring Logan as much pleasure and happiness as possible.

Still kneeling at her feet like a supplicant to a queen, Ant traced abstract designs on her silky thighs, thinking about a future with Logan in it. No more trying to pretend he didn’t love her. No more sleeping in his truck so he wouldn’t be tormented by the thought of her with J.B. No more doing what he could to keep his distance.

As long as they were in this house, or on this property, they could be what they were. Two men dedicated to the happiness of one woman. Someday they’d have kids. Would it matter if they were his or J.B.’s? Not really. He and J.B. were as close to being the same person as you could get, and he’d always known he’d treat his brother’s kids like his own. Now they would be his kids, his and J.B.’s and Logan’s.

Peace was so hard to come by, something he’d given up searching for, but he’d found it.

Slender fingers slid through his hair and he lifted his gaze to see Logan propped against J.B.’s chest. “What are you thinking about?” she asked.

The wariness in her expression told Ant she worried he’d change his mind. Considering how dead
set he’d been against it, he really couldn’t blame her, but he wanted to kick his own ass for making her doubt him. Doubt them. A shift of his eyes to J.B. showed his brother had wiped all expression from his face, not giving any hint of what was going on in his head, but they were twins. Ant knew J.B. was thinking if he changed his mind now his metaphorical ass kicking would become a reality.

“I’m thinkin’ we need to get a bigger bed,” he finally said
, because it’d been lurking in the back of his mind. “And we can turn J.B.’s old room into a nursery when the time comes.”

Logan sucked in a deep breath, her fingers tightening on his hair, hope lighting her eyes. “A nursery?”

J.B. relaxed, a small, approving smile on his face. “Didn’t think you were gonna be with two studs like us and get away without havin’ babies, did you?”

“Well, not before we make an honest woman of you,” Ant cut in.

He’d never thought she could burn any brighter, but at his words, she did. “Are you askin’ me to marry y’all?” She twisted her head to look at J.B. “Both of y’all?”

“Woman, you’re just about perfect. We ain’t about to let you go so some other man can come along and snatch you up. Are we, J.B.?”

“Hell no,” his brother rumbled, cupping her chin to tilt her face up so he could place a chaste kiss on her lips. “Will you marry me?”

Ant caught her hand, kissing the palm and drawing her attention. “And me?”

Tears filled her eyes, happy tears this time, but it still made him feel anxious to see them, as though he needed to do something to prevent them from falling. “Yes,” she said on a watery laugh. “Yes, I’ll marry y’all.”

“Hot damn,” J.B. shouted, squeezing her tight and kissing her harder before releasing her to Ant.

He stood, tugging her to her feet and into his arms. All of her naked skin pressed against his and his dick gave a little twitch of interest. He’d thought he’d need a lot longer to recover, but touching her seemed to have revived him. He dipped his head to nuzzle her ear, feeling a shudder work its way down her spine.

“
You’re gonna brush your teeth so I can kiss you without thinking about what you just did with my brother’s cock. We’re gonna shower and then we’re gonna fuck you until you can’t move,” he whispered. “Does that sound like a plan, sweetness?”

“Hell yeah,” she muttered and squeezed him tight. Stepping away from him, she looked from Ant to the still sitting J.B.
, who watched them both with an indulgent smile. “But y’all better hurry or I’ll start the party without you.”

Then she spun on her heel, golden hair fanning behind her as she raced to Ant’s bedroom. He looked at his brother. “She’s gonna keep us on our toes, isn’t she?”

J.B. came to his feet with a grin. “I sure as hell hope so.”

He clapped a hand to Ant’s sh
oulder and stalked, not in the direction Logan had taken, but toward his room. “Where you goin’?”

His brother shot a grin over his shoulder. “I’m gonna get the lube. And I’m warnin’ you now, if you don’t get there before I do, you ain’t gonna get your kiss. Only thing sweeter than Logan’s pussy and ass is her mouth.”

J.B. disappeared down the hall, leaving Ant alone in the living room. But only for a second. Without caring how ridiculous he probably looked with his hard dick bouncing, he hurried to his bathroom and the woman who glanced at him with her toothbrush in her mouth.

“Rinse, now,” he ordered when he walked in. She took one look at his hard cock and did as he told her.

And then she was in his arms, his mouth on hers, the cool mint of the toothpaste sharp as their tongues tangled. Logan moaned, her arms going around him, the soft curve of her belly cushioning his cock, which was more than ready to take her again. He cupped her ass, gripping the globes tight as he kissed her with everything he had, trying to pour his love into her mouth, fuse it to her skin until she never doubted his feelings for her ever again.

She wiggled against him, rubbing herself across his shaft, teasing him
, and he responded with a solid smack to her ass. Logan broke off their kiss on a gasp, her wide-eyed gaze flying up to meet his. But she didn’t pull away from him and there was no mistaking the way her pupils dilated. So he did it again to the opposite cheek, watching as a tide of color washed up her throat to settle in her face.

“We’re gonna fuck you together this time,” he told her, stroking her heated ass with his palms.
“Me in this fine ass and J.B. in your pussy, fillin’ you up with our dicks, our cum.” She shuddered hard, her lips parting as she panted for air. “Gonna fuck you so hard you’ll never forget who you belong to.”

J.B. entered the bathroom then, the promised bottle of lube in his hand. He took in the sight of them glued together, the shower not running and shook his head. “Gotta get clean before we can get dirty again, baby.”

He turned the water on, tested the temperature before holding his hand out for Logan. Ant let her go then crowded into the standing shower with J.B., not about to miss out on a naked, wet Logan. Together they washed her, slippery, soapy hands teasing and caressing her. She moaned, her arms coming up to grip them by their hair.

She guided them to her mouth one at a time, kissing them, tangling her tongue with theirs before she released their hair. J.B. took the left side of her body, gliding his hands over her flank
, as Ant took her right side, mirroring his brother’s actions. They soaped her up and rinsed her off, taking turns to dip their fingers in her slick cunt, playing with her clit, driving her crazy with lust until she was a panting, moaning mass in their arms.

Then she turned the tables on them, her hands sliding down their chests and stomachs to grip a cock in each hand. Ant stiffened, eyes closing with pleasure as she squeezed his dick. The water ruined any hope of a hand
job, but then she was kneeling between them and his heart pounded even harder.

She lapped at his cock, holding him steady for her mouth and the touch of her tongue, the sight of her holding two massive dicks in her hands and putting her mouth on one of them had a bead of cum pearling up on his tip.

“Mm,” she purred, as she licked it up before turning to J.B. and treating him to the same sinful lick and taste.

Then she was back at Ant, but this time she swallowed the head of his cock and he saw stars. Her hot
, slick mouth worked on him and he realized his brother was fucking right. The woman’s mouth was sweet as sin and she loved giving head, got off on it. It was in the way she took her time learning what he liked and then giving it to him, paying special attention to the head before she worked him down her throat.

Ant slapped the tile of the shower, fighting the urge to grip her head and fuck her face. The base of his spine tingled and his balls drew up tight. He was going to come hard if she kept it up, but
, as though she suspected he was already close, she pulled away from him with a soft
pop
. He was gasping for air, body ready to explode, as she turned her head to do the same to J.B.

But she didn’t leave him hanging. She’d left a nice coat of saliva on his dick
, which she used to pump him as she worked his brother’s cock. It wasn’t her mouth, but damn if Ant didn’t enjoy thrusting into her hand. He gripped her fingers, tightening her hold around him, and the spike of pleasure grew into a pounding.

She was back again, her tongue lapping at the pre
-cum that slicked his crown, clever tongue swirling around the tip before she swallowed him down again. He gritted his teeth, body straining. Then she began to fuck herself on his dick, hungry moans vibrating up his shaft to settle in his balls. A glance showed she was stroking J.B.’s dick, his brother helping her giving him pleasure.

“Logan,” he bit out. “Fuck, gonna come, gonna come.”

He’d told her to give her time to pull back. They’d had plans to fuck her and she’d turned the tables on them. But she didn’t take her sweet mouth away from him. Instead, she slowly, deliberately worked him all the way down her throat until he felt it close around him, the tip of her nose nestled in the hair at his groin. Then she swallowed and the ripple of movement forced him over the edge of climax.

Gripping her hair to hold her in place, he withdrew from her throat and thrust back in, barely giving her enough time to suck in air before he was back. He was rougher with her than he’d ever been with a woman and some part of him said to pull back, to take it easy, but he couldn’t. He dropped his head to stare at her, watching his dick tunnel in and out of her mouth, the hungry look on her face.

And he came. Hard. His body almost seized from the power of his climax, his cum shooting into her mouth and being swallowed down, Logan taking it all with a moan of pleasure. When he had nothing left, felt like a limp, satisfied noodle, he pulled away from her and sagged against the wall, watching as she turned to J.B. and gave him the same sweet treatment. But not before she smiled at him with pure love on her face.

Chapter Six

“Relax,” J.B. urged Logan, his hands on her waist, holding her steady. It was damned hard to sound calm when he was balls deep in her, but he did his fucking best.

She tried. He could feel it in the way her body purposely went soft against him, but the strain on her face made him want to grin. Not because she was uncomfortable, but because she was so damn cute.

Sprawled on Ant’s bed with Logan on top of him, J.B. was in the perfect position to make her feel good. Sliding his hands from her waist to her breasts, he pinched her nipples. Her already slick pussy grew wetter at the touch of pain and she arched her back slightly, silently asking for more. He lifted his head from the pillow to latch onto one tip, sucking on her hard with a hint of teeth.

At that, she went liquid on him, her hands gripping his hair, holding him to her, rocking on his dick. J.B.’s eyes almost rolled to the back of his head from the pleasure skating up his spine. He loved this woman, loved how generous she was with her heart and, now, her body. Her surprise attack in the shower meant they’d had to slow things down, which turned out to be a good thing, because there was nothing J.B. loved more than pleasuring his woman. He was grateful to realize Ant felt the same.

His brother had carried her to his bed
after she brushed her teeth again, following her down with kisses and soft caresses while J.B. brought in the lube. He’d joined them on the bed and, just like with the shower, the brothers each took a side, dedicating all of their attention to it. When they each latched onto a breast and suckled, she’d gone wild in their arms.

J.B. had slid one hand down her stomach to play with her pussy, only to encounter Ant’s hand already there. For one brief moment, he’d been pissed, but when Logan shuddered, he lifted his head from her breast to grin at his twin. Then together, they toyed with her cunt. Catching her clit between their fingers, thrusting those
fingers into her sex together and getting her wetter until she was crazy with lust.

It hadn’t taken them long to respond to the scent and
, as though they’d practiced a hundred times, J.B. rolled onto his back with Logan on top of him. She’d eagerly sat up and guided his hard cock to her entrance. Sliding into her pussy, which was all slick and hot, was like coming home. But instead of the quick, bruising ride to orgasm she seemed to anticipate, he’d caught her close, pulling her down to his chest.

Which left her ass open for Ant.
When she felt him move in behind her, she tensed. Which brought them to now, with J.B. soothing her, bringing her arousal back up to fever pitch. By arching her back to offer him her tits, she opened herself even more and he heard Ant groan.

“Dreamed about this,” his brother muttered under his breath.

There came the unmistakable sound of the cap of the lube snapping open. Logan jumped a little when the lubricant touched her ass. To distract her, J.B. switched breasts, tormenting her nipple with his tongue and teeth while he pinched the other. Then he felt a slight pressure on his dick as Ant’s finger worked into Logan’s ass.

He tried to ignore it, concentrating on bringing his woman pleasure, but then he felt even more pressure when Ant added a second finger. Logan moaned, her breath hitching and her pussy
giving a slow squeeze to J.B.’s dick.

Fuck.

“Play with her clit,” Ant ordered and J.B. obeyed without question, sliding one of his hands between their bodies.

He found her slick nub with ease and gave it a stroke, timing his movements with the thrust of Ant’s fingers in her ass. Logan panted, rocking on his dick, the slippery slide wreaking havoc on J.B.’s control. He wasn’t sure he could hold out much longer, not with her so hot and wet and hungry for orgasm.

Then the pressure on her ass eased for a moment. She cried out a garbled denial, but then the pressure came back, heavier this time, and he felt Ant’s body heat as he slowly worked his dick into Logan’s ass. J.B. released her breast, dropping his head to the pillow because he needed to breathe through the moment, as her pussy growing tighter and tighter around his cock.

Logan was moaning,
didn’t stopped moaning and babbling and shuddering between them as Ant impaled her ass, stuffing her full. He paused a minute, as though giving both J.B. and Logan a minute to adjust to the sensation before he pulled out again, thrusting into her in another slow, torturous motion.

“Fuck,” J.B. breathed, stunned at the sensation.

There came the squeeze of the lube and cool fluid dribbled down to J.B.’s balls. Then Ant was moving, fucking Logan’s ass, rocking her on J.B.’s dick, which was a damn good thing because J.B. couldn’t move. Ant led the way, working all three of them into a frenzy, his pace growing faster and harder until each sound of his hips slapping into Logan’s ass was a loud clap in the room.

Logan’s pussy grew impossibly tighter and wetter. Her fingernails dug into J.B.’s shoulders, the pain urging him to join in and he began to thrust up, into her
, on Ant’s every outward stroke. Again, it was as though they’d done this before, perfectly in tune with each other and the rhythm Ant established.

“Oh god, oh god,” she chanted, thrusting back to meet Ant’s strokes and down to meet J.B.’s. “Oh god, I…Oh, yes, yes, yes…Oh god!”
Her scream was piercing, her nails raking down his chest as her pussy clamped around him. “Oh! Oh! Ah-god!”

J.B. couldn’t hold on any longer, not with the way she squeezed him with her cunt
, and he grunted as he thrust up, pumping his dick into her with short, fast strokes until he came. He was barely aware of Ant’s shout, or the hard, rough thrusts that countered his. He was barely aware of Logan sobbing loudly, her body shuddering and shaking as they set off another orgasm in her. J.B. was barely aware of anything but complete euphoria, as all of his hopes and dreams came to fruition.

* * * * *

Eight weeks later…

Logan rolled over in bed, arm outstretched for J.B. or Ant and met only cool sheets. Blinking because she never woke up alone, she sat up and glanced around the bedroom. The sky was just blushing with the first rays of sunrise, yet the shower was silent and the room was empty.

She frowned and scooted all the way across the bed until she hit the edge and could hop to the floor. When Ant said they’d needed a bigger bed, she’d thought he was joking, and the king size mattress he’d had was plenty for the three of them. But two days later this ginormous bed called a grand king arrived, courtesy of Ant. It was huge, and she’d thought for certain they’d end up having a lot of wasted space. That was until they’d ended up rolling across every inch of the bed. Well, she’d ended up rolling from one end to the other as they put her in positions that would’ve made a contortionist wince.

Logan barely even blushed at the memory because she’d loved every minute of christening their new bed. Falling asleep in the very center with Ant on one side of her and J.B. on the other was heaven on earth
, and waking up to their kisses and slow caresses, or waking up to find herself being fucked hard and fast was a great way to start her day.

Which was why she was pretty pissed neither of them had awakened her. She groused as she shuffled to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her to take care of business. She couldn’t remember either of them saying they needed to get to work early today, or that they had plans to go fish
ing or something. Today marked two months since they’d solidified their relationship as a threesome and she’d wanted to spend the entirety of it in bed.

After slipping into one of the guys’ shirts, she brushed her teeth and thought how easily they’d slipped into their new life, as though it was completely natural. The guys didn’t seem jealous of each other, not in bed or out of it. They didn’t try to outdo each other in anything except giving her orgasms
, and since Logan benefited from that, she wasn’t about to complain about it.

If her sisters thought it was a little weird that Ant took her to lunch more often than J.B., or that he called her several times during the day, they didn’t say anything.
Ava was the only one who knew the full truth about Logan’s relationship with Ant and J.B. And her best friend heartily approved, even going so far as to go on “double” dates with them to take attention off of Logan being seen with both men all the time.

Logan
wasn’t sure if she’d ever tell her family the truth, not certain how they’d take it, and she didn’t know if J.B. and Ant would ever tell their parents.  For now, they were just enjoying the togetherness.

It wasn’t as though they were stuck up each others’ asses all the time. Logan worked her regular hours at the store
. J.B. and Ant still went about the full-time job of keeping their family legacy thriving. Sometimes one or the other would miss dinner, come straggling in later, but, without fail, they slept together every night. Sometimes they took her together, driving her frigging insane until she screamed out their names. Sometimes she had them separately. And sometimes they just fell asleep.

It didn’t seem possible, but she loved them both even more now than ever. They weren’t hopeless romantics. Her men were blue-collar, rough and tough guys who loved her, football, red meat and beer. But it didn’t stop them from showing her how much they cared for her. It was in the little things they did
, like checking her oil and chewing her ass out for not having it changed in six months. Or rubbing her feet when she had a busy day at the shop. Or holding her as she cried at some chick flick she forced them to watch, all without making fun of her.

They loved her, which meant they should have been in fucking bed with her when she woke up. Logan tossed her toothbrush in the holder and threw open the bathroom door, ready to hunt them down and chew them out for being such men.

And drew up short at the doorway to the bedroom. J.B. and Ant were in the room, sitting on the edge of the bed in identical positions. Elbows to their knees, hands clasped together, eyes on the bathroom door. They were both wearing their regular work clothes, a sight that set her blood to pumping for some reason. There was just something about those faded jeans, the plain, button-down work shirts and scuffed steel-toes they wore that made her horny. And that was before she got to their hats. Ant had on his customary Stetson, while J.B. wore his baseball cap. Two sets of smoky blue eyes, shadowed by brims, settled on her.

Her heart leapt
, because for once they weren’t looking at her as though they couldn’t wait to strip her naked. They looked serious. Solemn. And there was a hint of apprehension in Ant’s eyes that wasn’t in J.B.’s. Logan’s stomach sank, because she’d known it was too good to be true. He wanted out. He thought she was another Emily, out to take them for everything they had. He was leaving them. She just knew it.

“Come here, baby,” J.B. ordered softly, holding out a hand to her.

Logan thought about refusing, of huddling in the doorway. Or hell, going back in the bathroom and locking the door. If she didn’t hear Ant saying he was leaving, it wouldn’t happen. It worked for Edward when he tried to hide in plain sight. Maybe it’d work for her too.

“Logan,” he said firmly, hand steady and safe.

She approached him slowly, her gaze darting back and forth between the men she loved with all her heart. Once she was within range, she reached out to take J.B.’s hand, almost running to him when he gave a gentle tug. But he didn’t pull her into his lap. Instead he sat her on the bed, right between him and Ant. She glanced at Ant, who was watching her, but his face was still carved in those tight lines.

Licking her lips, hoping she didn’t make a complete fool of herself and start wailing because it was all over, she sucked in a deep breath.
Then pasted a small smile on her face and tried to bluff her way through it. “What’s going—Oh my god what are you doing?” she ended on a shriek when both J.B. and Ant knelt on the floor in front of her, holding small, square boxes in their hands.

It was J.B. who answered, th
e sexy smile that had captured her from the get-go on his face. “I think that’s obvious, babe. We’re giving you boxes to put your earrings in.”

“Fuckin’ things keep fallin’ off the dresser and I keep steppin’ on them on the way to the bathroom,” Ant added with a tight smile.

“It happened
one
time,” Logan shot back, her heart pounding with hope and fear and excitement.

“Hurt like a son
-of-a-bitch though.”

She threw her hands up. “Fine, I’ll kiss it better.”

The heated glance he shot her through the thick fringe of his eyelashes combated the apprehension she’d felt at first seeing him. “That ain’t exactly where I want you to kiss me, sweetcheeks.”

“We’ll get to that in a second,” J.B. cut in
, with a glare at his twin. Then he looked at Logan again, face serious. “We were gonna try to be romantic and take you out to dinner somewhere—”

“Buy you flowers, take you dancin’ or something,” Ant added.

J.B. picked up the thread again. “But that isn’t who we are. We’re rough guys, babe. Noisy, messy—”

“Hairy,” Ant butted in again. “We hate that society shit Mom loves so much
. We like to drink beer. We like our woman wearin’ barely anything, to make it easier to get to her pus—”