Their Summer Heat by Kitty DuCane

him.
    “You’re afraid,” said Logan.
    “What gave it away? My heart beatin’ a mile a second, or somethin’ else?”
    He just smiled.
    She was frightened, partly of them and partly of herself. This stretched the boundaries of her sexual experience.
    Max’s hand snaked out, cupped one breast. “These are wonderful.”
    “So I’ve been told.”
    He narrowed his eyes as he pinched her nipple and sent a jolt down to her clitoris.
    “Did that statement annoy you?” she asked.
    His gaze held hers as he palmed her other breast. “I don’t want you to think about anyone but me and Logan.”
    He tweaked her nipple again, and she arched her back in response to the sweet pain.
    Logan bit her hip a little forcefully, and her gaze shot to his.
    “You think too much,” he told her.
    Perhaps, but this was an experiment, and she didn’t want to overlook anything she might need in the future. Analyzing and processing was what she did best, and she had a feeling she’d have more information than her brain could manage.
    “Don’t think about anything but what we’re doing to you,” said Logan.
    “That’s just it. You ain’t doin’ anything.” Summer tried to keep a straight face but couldn’t contain the grin.
    “I’ll spank her for you, bro,” said Max.
    “Nope. I don’t do pain.”
    “Really,” said Max. “When I pinched your nipple, you arched off the desk, and I wasn’t lightly tweaking it.”
    She opened her mouth but quickly closed it. Lying to herself wasn’t something she did, and starting to do so now wasn’t an option.
    “Deny it,” challenged Max.
    “I—”
    “Tell the truth,” urged Logan.
    “I did like it. I also liked it when you bit me.” The heat crept up her neck at such an admission.
    Max leaned over her, a smile on his face. “Don’t worry, baby girl. You’re not a hardcore masochist.”
    When Logan sat down, she lifted her head and watched him scoot the chair to the desk. “And it’s a good thing, too.” He grinned. “Because we bite a lot.”
    His dark head dipped at the same time as Max’s did. Logan sank his teeth into her inner thigh, and Max nipped her breast.
    A sting laced with pleasure seared her, rushed her core. Oh, holy hell, that was erotic. Who knew she liked a forbidden touch of pain?
    Max laved the bite before he moved to the other breast. She waited for the sting, but instead, he pulled her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.
    Logan used his hands to spread her labia and then swiped his tongue up the slit before taking her clit in his mouth and sucking. Summer squirmed under their assault, at the wickedness of their possession of her body. God, it was incredible. Max still held her hands captive, and Logan kept her legs pinned open with his broad shoulders. She couldn’t move if she wanted to.
    And she liked it.
    Seductive torture was what this was.
    She tugged against Max’s hands; he tightened his grip and laughed against her heated skin.
    Logan toyed with her nub. Max toyed with her nipple. She wiggled and squirmed under their administrations, her frustration building. She needed…more.
    “Please,” she finally said.
    Both men stopped, lifted their heads to look at her, their eyes shining.
    “Please, what?” asked Logan.
    Summer closed her eyes. They had reduced her to begging, a first for her. “Please make me come.”
    “No,” said Logan.
    “No?” What was this? Another game she had no idea how to play? She was powerless against them, and she didn’t like the feeling.
    “Say, ‘please fuck me, Logan’.”
    Just hearing the carnality in his voice caused her womb to spasm. “Yes. Please fuck me.” She burned with a raw need, and only a forceful fuck would give her what she craved.
    Summer angled her head to watch Logan unbuckle his belt and pop the button at the top of his pants. The scrape of the zipper sent a chill down her spine. He palmed his cock, and his eyes closed when he gave it a slow glide up and then back down. Dark