her hair, obviously hearing the slight waver in her voice as she poured her heart out to them. His touch gave her strength, and she straightened her back. “For so long I felt guilty for loving you and him that I hated myself for it, thinking I was a s-slut,” J.B.’s fingers tangled in her hair, a silent warning, while Ant puffed up with anger on her behalf.
“You’re not a slut,” he growled.
Logan smiled softly. “I know that now, because I only want you two. That makes me sound like a greedy bitch, but I’m okay with that, because I love you. If this was just sex, I’d argue that point with you, but it isn’t. This is love, Ant. J.B. knows I love him, that my feelings for him don’t have anything to do with my feelings for you. But I realized today that there’s nothing wrong with loving more than one person. Not if it’s real love, which it is. I want to have both of you in my life, in my bed. I want to share my future with both of y’all, to give y’all babies and to raise them with both of you. And it won’t matter whose is whose because they’ll be ours. ”
She knelt in the middle of their living room, naked as the day she was born, her soul laid bare for them to see , and waited. She waited for Ant to make his move, whether it was to leave or join them, and prayed she hadn’t messed it up. If he walked away, it’d break her heart in a million pieces. She could be happy with just J.B., she knew she could, but she wanted it all. She wanted Ant’s love too. Logan could only hope and pray he’d give it to her.
When he shoved away from the door, it was to turn and head back into the kitchen. Logan’s heart dropped into her stomach. God, he was leaving. He wasn’t going to join them, to take what they had together to the next level. The urge to cry, to sob her heart out , crawled up her throat, causing it to squeeze and ache. J.B. slid off the sofa to gather her into his arms, holding her tight. She could feel his body shaking, knew he was pissed off. No, enraged that his brother had hurt her. She wanted to tell him it was okay, that she’d be okay, but she couldn’t get past the ache in her throat that made it hard to breathe, much less speak.
Then she heard the jingle of a belt buckle and pulled her head away from J.B.’s shoulder to see Ant standing next to them with his shirt off. The tattoo he had on his right shoulder, the one that swirled red and black down to his pectoral muscle, flexed with his movements as he undid his jeans, then toed off his boots one at a time.
“Had to lock the back door,” he explained , as though it were perfectly normal for him to take care of the house while his brother and his brother’s girlfriend were naked in the living room.
His jeans dropped to the floor and Logan got solid proof that Ant went commando , and he was just as well-endowed as J.B. His cock was hard and long, the slick head flushed deep red. He hid it from view for a second while he grabbed something from his jeans then, flicking out his hand, displayed a long strip of condoms. “I also grabbed a few party favors ’cause once I start I ain’t gonna wanna stop, sweetcheeks.”
Logan let out a watery laugh, relief making her eyes leak. She made just the smallest movement to go to Ant and J.B. released her. The second she was free, she jumped to her feet and threw herself in her other love’s arms, hitting his chest hard enough to knock him back a step . But he caught her and held her tight.
She looked up at him, her eyes all blurry from tears, but she could definitely see his tender smile, the slightly uncertain look in his eyes. “I love you,” she told him. “God, I love you, Ant.”
“Aw, fuck, sweetcheeks. I love you too.” His arms tightened around her and he lowered his head for a kiss, just a sweet peck on the lips, not enough to do more than tease her before he lifted his head again. “I wanted you from the time you were twenty and dating that fuckin’ Darnell boy.
“You’re not a slut,” he growled.
Logan smiled softly. “I know that now, because I only want you two. That makes me sound like a greedy bitch, but I’m okay with that, because I love you. If this was just sex, I’d argue that point with you, but it isn’t. This is love, Ant. J.B. knows I love him, that my feelings for him don’t have anything to do with my feelings for you. But I realized today that there’s nothing wrong with loving more than one person. Not if it’s real love, which it is. I want to have both of you in my life, in my bed. I want to share my future with both of y’all, to give y’all babies and to raise them with both of you. And it won’t matter whose is whose because they’ll be ours. ”
She knelt in the middle of their living room, naked as the day she was born, her soul laid bare for them to see , and waited. She waited for Ant to make his move, whether it was to leave or join them, and prayed she hadn’t messed it up. If he walked away, it’d break her heart in a million pieces. She could be happy with just J.B., she knew she could, but she wanted it all. She wanted Ant’s love too. Logan could only hope and pray he’d give it to her.
When he shoved away from the door, it was to turn and head back into the kitchen. Logan’s heart dropped into her stomach. God, he was leaving. He wasn’t going to join them, to take what they had together to the next level. The urge to cry, to sob her heart out , crawled up her throat, causing it to squeeze and ache. J.B. slid off the sofa to gather her into his arms, holding her tight. She could feel his body shaking, knew he was pissed off. No, enraged that his brother had hurt her. She wanted to tell him it was okay, that she’d be okay, but she couldn’t get past the ache in her throat that made it hard to breathe, much less speak.
Then she heard the jingle of a belt buckle and pulled her head away from J.B.’s shoulder to see Ant standing next to them with his shirt off. The tattoo he had on his right shoulder, the one that swirled red and black down to his pectoral muscle, flexed with his movements as he undid his jeans, then toed off his boots one at a time.
“Had to lock the back door,” he explained , as though it were perfectly normal for him to take care of the house while his brother and his brother’s girlfriend were naked in the living room.
His jeans dropped to the floor and Logan got solid proof that Ant went commando , and he was just as well-endowed as J.B. His cock was hard and long, the slick head flushed deep red. He hid it from view for a second while he grabbed something from his jeans then, flicking out his hand, displayed a long strip of condoms. “I also grabbed a few party favors ’cause once I start I ain’t gonna wanna stop, sweetcheeks.”
Logan let out a watery laugh, relief making her eyes leak. She made just the smallest movement to go to Ant and J.B. released her. The second she was free, she jumped to her feet and threw herself in her other love’s arms, hitting his chest hard enough to knock him back a step . But he caught her and held her tight.
She looked up at him, her eyes all blurry from tears, but she could definitely see his tender smile, the slightly uncertain look in his eyes. “I love you,” she told him. “God, I love you, Ant.”
“Aw, fuck, sweetcheeks. I love you too.” His arms tightened around her and he lowered his head for a kiss, just a sweet peck on the lips, not enough to do more than tease her before he lifted his head again. “I wanted you from the time you were twenty and dating that fuckin’ Darnell boy.
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