Back in Bliss

Chapter Nineteen

Georgia walked into the dungeon prepared for just about anything. After all, this was her wedding night.

“What do you think?” Seth asked. He looked entirely perfect in his Armani tux. Prince Charming in the flesh. “I tried to get it right. I wanted it to be a perfect mix of romance and, well, whatever it is that Logan does to you.”

“Dude, I do dirty things to her. This place is sweet. What’s up with the flowers?” Logan walked into the dungeon, his hands already going to the buttons on his dress shirt. He’d dumped the tux coat the first chance he’d had. He turned and winked at her as he questioned the flowers.

“The flowers are romantic,” she countered.

“Baby, so are these handcuffs,” Logan said, holding up a shiny pair and giving her a wolfish leer.

Somehow everything was romantic with these two. “I love the handcuffs. And I love the flowers, too.” They were calla lilies, her favorite, of course. Seth would never get anything less.

They were so beautiful, her men. Logan was all alpha male hotness while Seth was the perfect modern male and somehow, someway, they fit perfectly together. She thanked the heavens for that day so long ago when two boys from different worlds had become friends because she hadn’t known it at the time, but her life had started in that moment.

“Hey, this is supposed to be a happy day.” Seth crowded her, reaching up to brush away tears she didn’t realize she was shedding.

Logan crowded her other side. “She is happy. She’s just Georgia. She’s always going to feel everything, and I love her for it.” He bent down and kissed her cheek. “And she should be happy I didn’t kill her brothers.”

She smiled brightly. It had been a hell of a wedding. She’d only had two weeks to plan it, but she’d discovered that Seth’s checkbook opened many doors. And the ones that had remained closed came open once they had been met with the one-two-three punch of Georgia, Nell, and Rachel. Nell and Rachel had done their good cop-bad cop routine and then Georgia had cried. Those poor florists hadn’t stood a chance. Georgia had argued that they needed at least a year, and Seth had negotiated her down to six months. Then super Dom laid down the law. He wanted to be married like right now. She’d thought Seth was the ruthless one, but Logan had it in spades when it came to making things legal. She was now legally married to Seth Stark, but she had signed a contract with Logan and the ceremony they’d just had hours ago might not have been perfectly legal, but it was binding to them.

She’d pulled off a gorgeous, intimate wedding, but Logan was right, her brothers had been a little obnoxious. “Sorry. I think Mark and Drew just wanted to make sure you were all right, you know.”

“Georgia, they jumped me at my bachelor party,” Logan shot back.

She winced a little, but then remembered what Logan had done. “You managed to take them both out.”

“Only because I had Jamie and Noah and Seth with me. Seth was the one who figured out it was an ambush, and Jamie is damn nasty in a fight. They turned my bachelor party into Fight Club.” Logan had a grin on his face. Despite his grumpy complaining, she knew he’d enjoyed the exercise. He totally fit into her crazy-ass family and so did Seth.

“Hey, Win is on board now.” Only because he and Logan had a man-to-man where she happened to know that Logan had promised to lay down his life for her and, more than that, he’d promised to help her find what she really wanted to do in life.

She’d been thinking a bit, and she really liked the kids of Bliss. They didn’t have a school to call their own. It might be fun. She knew damn well she could raise the funds. A private academy that the town would control, would decide on, would prepare their kids for the future in.

Her kids. One day, but not like now or anything. She was really young. It was her time to have fun, to explore, to see the world, and she got to do it with the loves of her life.

“Georgia, I like your brothers. I intend to get along with your brothers. But you need to understand one thing.” Logan’s eyes had narrowed in that sexy little look he gave her just before he tossed her over his knee and started in on her ass. “You belong to us now. This is our family, and I’m the head.”

Yeah, that look totally made her girl parts start to sing. We’re getting some tonight!

“You’re in charge of part,” Seth said, squaring off with Logan.

“I’m in charge of part.” Logan put a hand on Seth’s shoulder. “And you’re in charge of part. And she’s totally in charge of our dicks, so she’s the really big fucking deal.”

She was in charge of more than their dicks. They were guys. It was just the way they talked, but she was totally in charge of their hearts, and that did make her a big deal. “Are you two going to congratulate yourselves on being the tough guy and the rich guy? Because the last time I checked, the hot chick was still in her wedding dress.”

It was a gorgeous confection of silk and lace, a Monique Lhuillier she’d selected with Nat’s help. It was hard to believe that her whole family was under one roof and she was about to have crazy, whacked-out sex with her husbands. Luckily, Seth had promised her the dungeon was completely soundproofed. Earlier when she’d given her brothers a tour, she’d offered to show them the dungeon because they were all in the lifestyle, but Mark had turned green and Drew and Ben had shaken their heads. Only Chase had been willing to explain that no matter how high tech the dungeon was, he didn’t want to see where his little sister got her ass whipped.

They whipped so much more than her ass and she loved them for it, but it had been days and she was dying.

Seth sat back, looking at her, his eyes roaming. Logan stood beside him. Neither one said a thing, just stared, emotion plain on their faces.

“Guys, you’re going to give me a complex, and I already have like ten of those.” Why weren’t they attacking her?

“Give us a minute, baby,” Logan said. “Tell her what we’re doing. You’re better with words.”

“We’re memorizing you,” Seth explained. “We’ve been doing it all day. We just stare and make sure to take in every detail of the way you look and smell and feel in this moment because you’re the most beautiful thing either of us has ever seen, and when you’re ninety years old and we have great grandkids running all over the cabin, you should know that what we’ll be seeing is you, just the way you look today.”

Seth was really good with words. “I love you.”

And they would always be these men, young and strong and so beautiful it hurt to look at them. No matter what would happen in life, they would always be the way she’d seen them on their wedding day.

“Seth, would you please present our sub to me?” Logan asked as he shrugged out of his shirt and sank into one of two leather chairs she liked to think of as their thrones. There wasn’t one for her because, they’d explained, she was always to sit in their laps. She didn’t need a chair when she had her men.

Seth got up, striding across the gleaming dungeon like a panther who’d just scented prey. He walked straight up to her, but she knew the drill. She didn’t flinch when he got into her space. Presentation. Logan loved this part, seemed endlessly fascinated with Seth slowly peeling back the layers of her clothes and unveiling her to the Dom. Sex with her men could be hard and quick and satisfying at times, but she loved it most when they took their time, playing with her for hours, bonding the three of them together.

Seth gently pulled the pins out of her hair, letting the waves cascade over her shoulders, arranging them to his liking. He pushed the little straps of the gown down, his hands caressing her shoulders. Ah, the warm-up, as she liked to call it. It could last for hours. Hours where they simply worshipped her skin, running their hands all over her, staring at her body like she was a work of art they were studying. It was guaranteed to have her begging before they took her.

He leaned over, softly rubbing his lips over hers, nibbling on her bottom lip and drawing it inside before planting soft kisses all over her face. “What part should I present first, boss?”

Logan was the boss in the bedroom. Seth made the financial decisions. And they had a mutual agreement that as they both learned the other’s roles, they would make the decisions together because they were a family.

“I want to see my sub’s breasts.”

Seth’s hand briefly toyed with the small platinum and diamond collar around her neck. Along with two wedding rings, she had taken their collar as well. Every time she touched it, she was reminded of how loved and protected she was.

She had her collar and they had their tats. Seth had a matching one to Logan’s, a gorgeous G on his chest proclaiming to all the world that he was taken. And Logan couldn’t ever claim again that it was for his last name because his last name wasn’t Green anymore.

Tears threatened when she remembered the moment. “I can’t believe Momma Marie actually cried.”

The sweetest smile came over Logan’s face. “It was a long time coming. I’m just glad Ma was able to keep the secret and Seth was able to push it through so fast. Marie Warner is the head of our family. It was long past time we took her name.”

At the anniversary party the night before, Logan and Teeny had given Marie a gift. Their change of name certificates. Logan and Teeny Warner. As it should always have been. Momma Marie, the toughest woman in Bliss, had broken down and cried because after all this time, her family shared her name.

And she’d told Georgia how pleased she was that she would be known as Georgia Stark-Warner. It was kind of the best name ever.

“It was a perfect idea, Georgia,” Logan said. “It was the best gift I could give them.”

She felt Seth’s hands start to undo the tiny buttons at her back. Nat and Kitten had taken their time buttoning each one carefully, and Seth seemed determined to take it off just as slowly. Each button would come undone and she would feel a little kiss on her spine.

All the while, she watched as Logan eased the zipper of his slacks down. He ran a hand down that cut chest of his, and with slow deliberation, eased his cock out. He was a delicious sight, his eyes on her as he stroked himself. His cock was so gorgeous, big and full and already wet at the tip because she knew he’d been thinking about her.

Seth eased her bodice down and pulled at the cups of her corset. Her breasts, the same ones she’d always hated, spilled out, but she kind of loved them now because Seth’s hands were cupping her, Logan’s eyes heating at the sight. And her nipples were practically singing a hallelujah chorus.

The pads of Seth’s thumbs brushed her nipples, his voice low against her ear. “Someone’s excited about her wedding night.”

Damn straight she was. They had held out for the last five days. Nothing but cuddling. The boys had spent the night before at Logan’s childhood home and she’d been left here with Nat and Kitten. It had been fun, but she needed her men. They had gotten her used to regular freaky, awesome sex. And they had gotten her used to more than just that. “Well, I’m ready to see what all the fuss is about. Logan’s made me wear a plug for three hours every day.”

The bastard. He’d explained that he wanted their wedding night to be special, but she thought he was trying to make her insane. Every day he would spend time on “training.” He would get her naked and introduce her to a flogger or the spanking bench. One time he’d spent three hours on touch play, as he called it. He’d used a bear claw on her, sensitizing her skin, and then ran a long feather over all her girl parts. He alternated between warm wax and ice cubes, making her squirm and writhe. And then he and Seth would go to other bedrooms and she would want to scream. The one time he’d caught her trying to relieve herself, she’d been treated to a long time over his lap.

But he was right because now all that waiting made the night feel special.

Logan’s cock seemed to pulse in his hand. “Oh, you’re going to find out.”

Seth moved behind her, rubbing his erection against her backside. “Do you know how long we’ve wanted to do this to you? To get you between us?”

“Forever.” It seemed how long she’d been waiting for them.

“Absolutely, baby. Forever.” He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

She couldn’t help but respond, her whole body feeling languid and soft, ready for anything. Logan could be deeply inventive, and not all of his topping her was purely sexual. Some of it was just sensual. He’d spent an hour working her over with a deerskin flogger that was buttery soft on her skin. She’d been wary at first but after a couple of minutes, she’d found herself drifting, relaxing. And he found the act relaxing, too. They hadn’t had sex, but they’d cuddled afterward, perfectly content. He was teaching Seth to use it, too. Soon she would really have two Doms, like she had two husbands.

“Georgia, get out of those clothes and present yourself to me.” Logan’s hand gripped his cock, and she could tell he wasn’t going to torture her tonight. No. He wasn’t going to wait at all.

Seth helped her out of the rest of her clothes, skimming his hands across her skin, making her shiver with excitement. He held her hand as she stepped out of the dress wearing only a pair of lacy white panties and pearly white Christian Louboutins.

“Off with the panties, but leave those shoes on,” Logan ordered.

Seth winked as he got to his knees in front of her. “You know how attached we’ve become to your footwear.”

Her men had a footwear fetish. If she bought a new pair of shoes, she had to give them a fashion show, and they claimed they couldn’t really appreciate the shoes unless she wasn’t wearing anything with them.

She groaned a little as he put his mouth on the mound of her pussy, wetting the thin fabric with his tongue.

“God, you smell so good, baby.” He dragged the panties down her hips, but his mouth stayed where it was, his tongue licking up her labia and worrying her clitoris. “You taste even better.”

He left the panties where they were and parted her labia with his thumbs, opening her for better access. His tongue played all around, licking and sucking and laving.

“Only one, Seth.” Logan was watching through narrow eyes, his hand working up and down his cock.

“Just a little starter, baby,” Seth said.

Oh, yes. Her every pink part was playing the cheerleader now. Go, Seth! Go!

“Don’t you move, Georgia. You let him suck you.” Logan couldn’t give up control even halfway across the room, but she’d come to adore him for it.

She held herself still, giving over to the husband kneeling in front of her. He slipped a finger inside, unerringly knowing exactly where to go. One finger and then two foraged inside her pussy as his tongue traced circles around and around her clit, sliding over her with feathery pressure. So close and so far away and Logan had forbidden her to move. Clever bastard. He knew damn well she wanted to sink her hands in Seth’s hair and hold him where she needed him the most. Now she was trapped and at Seth’s will or she knew exactly what the Dom would do. He’d put a halt to everything and she’d find herself bound to a spanking chair with no hope in sight of a starter orgasm.

“Oh, Seth. Please.”

“Yes, baby. I want to please you.” The pressure on her clit tripled and he rubbed her G-spot in just the right place.

The orgasm swallowed her, racing along her skin, wakening her every cell.

She wobbled on her heels, but Seth was there, catching her before she fell. He hauled her to him, kissing her with abandon. She could taste herself on his tongue.

Some starter course.

Now she was ready for the main event. Her men. Together.

Seth took his wife’s mouth, letting his tongue slide in and sharing the amazing taste of her pussy with her. She should know how amazing she tasted, that he craved her like a drug. She was everything he’d wanted, and she’d been the one to bring them all together. She’d been the one to save Logan, to show him he could come out of the darkness. She was their light.

And their wife. It was hard to believe it, but she belonged to them now. She wore their rings and Logan’s collar, and they were tied together in so many ways, he could never be free. And that was just how he liked it.

“You’re a pussy, man,” Logan said, but he was smiling.

Seth kissed her again. He didn’t mind being a pussy for her. And her pussy was totally worth being a pussy over. She was curvy and so feminine in his arms that he felt like he was ten feet tall. He carried her toward Logan just the way they’d planned. While Georgia had planned the wedding, he and Logan had planned the wedding night. For them, it was sacred, even more meaningful than the vows. They had pledged to love her and take care of her, and now they would worship her with their bodies and souls.

“Steady, baby. I’ll help you down. Find your position.” He had to admit, he rather loved watching her in slave position. She held his hand as she dropped to her knees, spreading them wide, displaying herself to her Masters. Her golden hair spilled down her perfectly straight spine and, while her head went submissively down, her blue eyes were sparkling with mischief. Hurricane Georgia was always simmering below the surface, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He wanted a woman who would put him on his ass when he screwed up. He found it incredibly sexy, but he also liked spanking hers.

It was the best of both worlds.

“Perfect, Georgia. You have that down. You know you look for all the world like the sweetest submissive ever.” Logan placed a hand on her head. When he had a hand on Georgia this way, he always looked so peaceful to Seth, as though they were just deeply connected.

And Seth didn’t feel anything but a fierce joy. He had his own connections to Georgia that Logan likely never would understand, but that was okay. Seth was finally understanding that they both had their roles. It was why the relationship worked. Even he and Logan had a relationship slightly apart from Georgia. When she went shopping or to her meetings or out with her friends, he and Logan became teenage boys again, reading comic books and playing video games. He had his best friend and the most beautiful girl in the world.

Lately, he and Logan had been talking to Henry, trying to figure his situation out. The cartel would find him again. It might take them a good long time, but they would find Bliss. Hell, they would find him anywhere he went. There had been long discussions between Henry, Seth, Logan, and Nate. Henry had thought about running. He wanted to protect the town. He’d decided he would wait until Nell was out of danger with the pregnancy, and then he would disappear.

Nate was completely against that plan of action, and so were Seth and Logan. When the time came, they would make a stand. But first, Seth was trying to find Henry’s brothers. Maybe if they stopped blowing up half of South America, the heat would die down a bit.

He had a good read on them, and his new brothers-in-law were the reason why. Chase and Ben would find them. Mark and Drew would bring them back, but only after the next wedding. In three weeks, Wolf Meyer was getting married, and a contingent from Dallas would sweep down on Bliss. And Nell Finn would celebrate the end of her first trimester. Seth just hoped her new brothers-in-law liked tofu.

He was betting they didn’t.

“Are we boring you, Seth?” Logan asked in that deep voice he used in the dungeon. Logan’s eyes narrowed as though he could read his mind. “Henry is going to be okay.”

Georgia reached out a hand, grasping his own. “He’ll be okay. And when the time comes, I’ll be right there with this town because I’m an official member of the club.”

Logan paled and Seth was damn sure he did, too. The “I Shot a Son of a Bitch Club” had welcomed Georgia with a T-shirt and lemon crème cake.

“Let’s talk about that later,” Seth said because he could see Logan was about to do something stupid like interrupt their honeymoon by forbidding something.

Logan met his eyes, and Seth gave him a nod. When the time came, Seth would make sure Georgia was otherwise occupied while Logan stood on the front line. That was his job.

“Baby, I do not remember giving you permission to move. Hands and knees. That’s a count of twenty.” Logan’s palm twitched as though he couldn’t wait to spank that ass.

Georgia smiled Seth’s way as she leaned forward and assumed the position. Seth couldn’t help but groan at the way her ass swayed as she moved. Heart-shaped and round, her ass was as perfect as the rest of her. And it looked so damn good with a flush of pink.

“Count for me, baby,” Seth said. He loved how breathy and sultry her voice became.

A hard smack tore through the quiet of the dungeon followed by a little gulp from Georgia. “One.”

“Seth?” Logan was kneeling beside her, but he gestured Seth down. To share in the punishment, the pleasure, the joy.

Seth dropped to his knees and let his hand find her cheek with a hard little smack. He wasn’t afraid of hurting her anymore. Georgia loved this.

“Two.”

They took turns, each slapping a cheek until both were rosy and pink. Her skin was always silky smooth, but now there was a lovely heat to it, and he’d put that there. And he could smell just how much she loved it.

He was already hard, but his dick stiffened further as he looked at her. She was exquisite, from her golden-blonde hair to those breasts he couldn’t get enough of. He loved her breasts and the way they bounced when she rode him.

“Very good, Georgia.” Logan’s hands ran across her ass before he stood up. “You took that well. Now let’s see if we can move on. Georgia, baby, we need to get you ready for this, but since Seth warmed you up, I think you should return the favor.” Logan grabbed the bottle of lube he’d set out this morning.

And Seth got up and out of his pants faster than a speeding bullet. Yeah, he could use a little warming up. Not really because he was just about as fucking hard as a man could be, but he definitely wanted a little of what Logan had in mind.

When he was naked, he got back to his knees in front of her. She was still in her position, waiting for Logan to start preparing her, but she leaned forward slightly, her tongue swiping across the head of his cock. He loved that. She always acted like she couldn’t get enough of them. It made a man feel like a superhero.

“She likes a cock in her mouth, brother,” Logan said with a smile. “I think we should just accept that our wife is a complete, gorgeous pervert.”

“Only for you two,” she said before pulling his cockhead into that sultry mouth of hers.

“Thank god for that.” Seth was enveloped in heat. It was so fucking good.

Logan smirked a little as he settled behind her, but only after he’d gently pulled her hair to the side. “I know you like a show.”

He did. Now he could fully watch as his dick sank into her mouth. Those gorgeous lips of hers were opening around him. She pulled back and her tongue darted out like little lightning strikes all over his flesh.

And then she groaned around his cock, the vibrations damn near causing him to lose it. He took a deep breath and looked across her body. Logan was busy. “She likes having her ass played with, too, brother. Definitely a sweet little pervert.”

Logan’s face was flushed as his arms moved in a rhythm. “I’ve plugged this gorgeous asshole every day for the last couple of weeks. I’ve moved her from a starter plug all the way up to very near my size, and she still is tight as a goddamn drum. She’s going to kill me.”

She was killing him. She sucked and then dragged her tongue up, finding the spot at the back of his head and giving it a long rub with the flat of her tongue. He had to steel himself. He couldn’t come yet. Not until he was inside her.

God, it was the first time he got to be inside her with absolutely nothing in between them. She was on birth control, and he and Logan had a clean bill of health from the most invasive, gruffest doctor he’d ever been examined by, and it was all worth it because he got to feel that silky smooth pussy on his cock tonight.

“Just a little more, Georgia.”

His little blonde minx set in, sucking and dragging hard, as though she was a woman on a mission. She worked her mouth around his dick, eating it down inch by inch. Seth felt his eyes close, his balls start to draw up.

And he pulled out.

“Not until I’m ready, Georgia.”

“You seemed really ready to me, Seth.”

Little brat. He was ready for some punishment of his own. He moved around and smacked her ass five times in quick succession. His cock pulsed as she squirmed and squealed sweetly because Logan still had two fingers securely in her asshole.

“See,” Logan began with a grin. “You’re learning. And she’s ready. Get inside her. I’ll be right back.”

Seth felt a little savage. So this was why cavemen dragged women around. He wasn’t about to fist her hair or anything, but he lifted her easily into his arms. Conquering. That was how this sex felt. He’d conquered the business world, had more success than most people twice his age, but he hadn’t felt like he’d truly won until he looked down at the woman in his arms and realized she’d utterly submitted to him. Not for his money or for power, but because this woman loved him with her heart and soul.

“You’re the prize, Georgia. You’re the prize.” Logan had accused him of getting lost in his work, and he did, but he’d always known that whatever software he was developing or company he was building wasn’t the end game. This was the end game. This woman and his best friend and the life they could have together. That was the win.

Her hand came up, running through his hair. “I love you, Seth. I love you both so much. I want to be with you.”

She was always with him. He set her down on her feet. “Get on top, baby. I want to get inside you.”

He stretched out on the big bed he’d had custom made just for them. It was one of the romantic parts of his third-floor dungeon. The bed was huge and covered in soft Egyptian cotton sheets, and very tastefully hid the restraints that ran under it. They could tie their wife up all they liked and keep her screaming. But that was for later.

Seth groaned as she straddled him. This was right where he wanted to be. She enveloped him with her heat, her beauty. She grasped his cock as she began to lower herself on him.

He closed his eyes because this was heaven.

Logan washed his hands and then glanced in the mirror.

Who the hell was looking back at him? He’d been a boy for so long, even after he’d taken his badge, and then he’d just been so fucking angry, he hadn’t recognized himself. So who the hell was this man? He was peaceful. He was happy. He read comic books again and loved bad science fiction, but he also worked out and was serious about going to college and seeing the world.

He was a friend and a husband. One day he would be a father.

And he was just about to fucking cry again. God, he was like a baby sometimes when he really felt the love around him. He was blessed beyond measure. They should have run. His moms, his boss, his friends, Georgia. He’d practically been an animal. He’d shamed himself and shamed his badge, but when he was at his lowest, his family sent him to a place where he’d just found more friends. Leo and Julian. Ben and Chase. Fuck, even Kitten had helped him. Maybe she had most of all because nothing would have been possible without Georgia.

This was the man who had taken his real family name. Logan Warner. He was a man who had taken charge. His momma might not have liked it, but she was on a diet now. He’d put his foot down. She’d laid down the law with him. Well, he’d done the same with her. He was out of the woods, and he wanted his momma to live a good life, and if that meant giving up bacon, that was the way it was. He could still remember the horrified look on her face when he’d explained that Nell was now in charge of the food for the anniversary party. And the way his ma had cried because she’d been so worried after they had told her. If Logan had his way, Marie and Teeny Warner would be together for another twenty-five years. They had to because they would make the best grandparents in the world.

They’d certainly been the best moms.

No, he wasn’t sure about this man yet, but he knew one thing. This man would work it out. This man had hope. After all, the world could be cold, but there was always warmth waiting for him.

And if he waited too long, Georgia would talk Seth into another orgasm. Logan knew what his place was. He was the hard-ass. He was the Dom. Seth was getting there, but he still melted the minute she turned those eyes on him. That was perfectly fine outside the bedroom, but a man needed to be in charge of at least one segment of his life.

Logan ditched his overly expensive trousers. His cock had been ready for hours. He’d made them all wait, but anticipation could be sweet, and now all that sweetness was about to come to fruition.

He threw open the door and groaned at the sight in front of him. Warm? The world was hot right now.

Georgia was riding Seth, her head thrown back, her hips rolling. Seth gripped her waist, forcing her on his dick over and over again. Logan knew that most men would be horrified, but he just wanted to join in. He didn’t give a flying fuck what most men would do. Most men didn’t have his family.

“Don’t you come, Georgia. Not until I’m inside.” Most men didn’t get to be a warlord in the bedroom and then cuddle up afterward secure in the knowledge that they always had someone to watch their backs.

“But I’m so close.” She was using that breathy sex kitten voice that let Logan know she wasn’t joking. She really was about to come.

“I will pull you off and get the violet wand out. I’ll tie you down and shock your nipples until you scream for me to let you come and then I’ll keep doing it.” His girl had loved the violet wand. On a low, playful setting. She’d loved the way the blue sparks hit her nipples. She’d giggled and talked about how they were singing a rock song.

Exploring her unique sexuality was the light of his life. He had so much to show her, so much to discover with her. They could play forever.

He grabbed the lube but not the condoms. They didn’t need them. He didn’t want anything between him and his woman. And when the time was right, she would toss out the pills and he and Seth would take turns filling her up, getting her pregnant, creating their family.

But not for a while. He had more exploring to do, more time to spend with them before they settled back here in Bliss to raise their family.

Seth went still. “Listen to him, baby. He will do everything he says he will. He will torture you all night and then none of us will get any until we hit Hawaii tomorrow. Do you really want to wait that long? I have a private plane taking us. He made sure it was stocked with floggers and nipple clamps and a whole bunch of rope.”

“The mile-high dungeon.” Logan was going to have so much fun on that flight.

Georgia gasped a little and went still and then very slowly lowered her body to Seth’s, chest to chest. She was graceful and playful because she never lost that cock seated deep in her cunt. She even managed to shake a little bit. “Yes, Master. Please, Master. Don’t punish your poor sub.”

Who said she couldn’t act? She knew just what to do to get his cock tight and weeping for her. A little pulse of pre-cum wept from his slit. He stroked himself once and then again before he climbed on the bed.

“I’ll punish my sub any way I like, darlin’. You belong to me. That’s my collar you’re wearing. You’re mine to punish.” He loved how soft her eyes got when he started in with his Dom growl. She loved this play and he needed it. She was his perfect match. A sub in the bedroom and a fiery, loyal partner outside of it. “Lucky for you, your Master is in a giving mood. I’m going to take this ass, baby. I’m going to split it with my cock and make you feel the burn.”

He’d taken his time. He’d prepared her day after day, making sure to open her up so all she would feel was a little pressure and a whole lot of pleasure.

Georgia groaned as he planted his hands on the cheeks of her ass and pulled them wide.

He’d lubed her up before, so the rosette of her ass was pink and shiny and looked so tight he nearly came right then and there. She was going to test him. He had to pull through. He lubed up his cock, praying for patience.

Seth had his hands in her hair, whispering in her ear. He told her how gorgeous she was, how good it was going to feel, how tight she would be. His lips played along hers, distracting her so she wouldn’t tense up.

Logan took a deep breath and lined his cock up. Heat immediately invaded his veins and he’d just barely touched her.

Her spine shook a little. She felt it, too. She had to feel it. He pressed in a little, gaining the tiniest bit of ground. His jaw clenched as he forced his dick inside, fucking into her in small nudges. Patience. Just a little bit more. Three seconds more and he would shove in hard.

And three seconds passed and he gave himself another three and another, all the while finding the patience to go slowly, to make it good for her.

First the head disappeared inside and then a few inches more. Heat and pressure were building inside him. She was strangling his cock and it felt so damn good.

“Oh my god,” Georgia breathed.

He knew she was serious when she didn’t abbreviate. OMG was the little brat, but “Oh my god,” was the woman. Yeah. And it meant he was doing it right. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“You’re too big. You’re bigger than the plug, Logan. Seriously,” she complained.

He felt Seth laugh. Felt it. When Seth laughed, the sensation rumbled along Logan’s cock because they were separated by nothing but a tiny piece of Georgia’s flesh. It was a hell of a sensation. “Is your Master torturing you with his cock, Georgia?”

“She’s the one torturing me,” Logan shot back with a laugh of his own.

“Fuck,” Seth said.

“You can feel each other, can’t you?” Georgia asked, looking back over her shoulder. “That is so incredibly sexy.”

Of course she would think that way. “Relax, Georgia. We’re almost there. Let me in. Kiss Seth. Kiss him and let my cock in.”

Seth took her lips and Logan watched as they kissed, their tongues tangling in obvious passion. Her hand came around her back and stroked the hand that held her hips. She wouldn’t leave him out. Not ever. That was his girl.

Her hips lifted just slightly and he was pulled in, his dick foraging fully past the super tight ring of her ass. His eyes nearly crossed at the pleasure. She was so tight and hot, and it was so different from her pussy. He pulled back a little and then thrust back in.

Georgia moaned. “Oh the plug doesn’t feel like that.”

“No, I’m sure it doesn’t.” It was going to be all right. She could handle anything he could give her. He dragged his cock out, feeling her asshole clenching around him while Seth’s cock slid next to his. So much pleasure. So much intimacy.

“I can’t hold out forever, man. She’s too tight. Her pussy is always tight, but that giant cock in her ass is making her so snug I can barely breathe.” Seth’s face was contorted. Logan could tell he was on the edge.

Logan pulled his cock out almost to the tip. He loved how he’d stretched her, how her asshole gave way to welcome him inside. “Then let’s not wait a second longer. Hold on, baby.”

Seth sighed with pleasure as he twisted his hips up and took the first thrust. Then it was Logan’s turn. As Seth pulled out, Logan fucked in, their cocks sliding against each other and rubbing every inch of Georgia’s pussy and ass.

She moved between them as they set a punishing pace, her body flowing, connecting the three of them together. She was the missing piece, the one who completed them. Since the day he’d met Seth Stark all those years ago, he’d felt a little incomplete, like a piece of himself was missing when his friend was gone, but Georgia bound them together.

They rode her body, worshiping her. Logan let his free hand circle around her waist to nestle between her body and Seth’s, finding her clit and making circles as he fucked her ass.

She clenched down as she came, her head falling back against his chest as she screamed her pleasure.

Seth shouted out, thrusting his cock deep, riding up against Logan’s, and suddenly there were no more seconds to wait, no more patience to be had. His balls grew tight and cum bubbled up. Pure pleasure shot up his spine causing him to thrust as far as he could, giving Georgia every ounce of cum in his body. Wave after wave took him, and he fucked her mindlessly, letting himself go.

He finally fell over, his cock slipping out as he rolled to the side, bringing Georgia with him. She lay back, that gorgeous face looking utterly exhausted as she snuggled down between them.

Peace. Comfort. They settled over him like a blanket.

“Oh, we have to do that again,” Seth said.

Georgia weakly slapped at his chest. “Not until I’ve soaked in a tub for about a day.”

Such a princess. Logan palmed a breast. “I can arrange that.”

He would take care of her. Always.

The next morning came and Logan Warner jogged up the steps to the private plane. Georgia and Seth were already inside, but Logan turned and looked out. He took in the mountains and the river. He couldn’t see the cabins in the valley, but his mind had memorized them. This was where he’d grown up, found his friends, his family. This was where he’d truly found his heart and soul.

He was going out to see the world, to become the man he needed to be. He was going to explore with the other parts of his soul. But he would always return here.

Home. To Bliss.

THE END

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