Back in Bliss

Chapter Eight

Seth stared at Georgia, her blonde hair flying around as she yelled and tried to beat the shit out of his best friend’s backside. He felt like he’d just been through a fight. She was so sweet, and she’d always been so kind to everyone around her. His staff adored her. Never once had she thrown stuff around or tried to take his head off with a handbag. Death via Prada. It was almost how he’d gone down.

Logan was walking away with her. Logan hadn’t been surprised at all. Logan had walked right in and tossed her over his shoulder and taken charge. Seth had stared down crabby investors and lawyers and bankers. He’d ruthlessly handled the sharks of Wall Street, and he’d been utterly at a loss with what to do with one blonde in high heels.

“Is that your girl?” Henry had moved up behind him, settling a hand on his shoulder.

Seth just kept staring. “She’s never acted like that before.”

“What was she upset about? The idea of being shared?”

Seth shook his head. “No. I ignored her all day and then I hit her with the D/s stuff. I think I scared her. I was so sure she would be interested. Her brothers are all lifestylers.”

“I don’t think she’s afraid. Logan gave her every out he could, and she just waited until he scooped her up.” Henry smiled a little as Georgia’s curse-laced screams carried across the yard. “I think that’s just the way those two are going to play. Did you see how relaxed Logan got? I’ve never seen that kid so confident and happy as he was when he shoved her over his shoulder. They have a connection.”

“A connection?” Seth was a little worried Henry had gone soft in the head.

“Yeah. She’ll come around. She wants this. She wants Logan to take charge. If he’s half the Dom I think he might be, he’ll have her purring by morning.” Henry turned to him. “You should think about this. You seem really disturbed. Perhaps this isn’t the lifestyle for you. D/s can seem cruel to some people.”

He wasn’t exactly a tourist. “I’ve played before, Henry. I’ve done just about every sexually deviant thing a man can do.”

Henry winced a little. “I don’t know that I needed to hear that, son.”

“I love her.” He just wasn’t sure he knew every side of her. There hadn’t been anything deliberately cruel about Georgia’s rant. Well, the needle-dick charges leveled against Logan had been uncalled for and untrue. “It just caught me off guard.”

Henry slapped his back in a gesture of manly affection. “I’m just saying you should think about it because she obviously needs this. I don’t know that Logan is ready for anything on a full-time basis. That girl needs a Dom. She needs one so badly that I wouldn’t hesitate to find her one.”

An unholy rage filled Seth, churning his gut and making him stand taller. “She doesn’t need a goddamn thing, Henry. I swear we’re going to have trouble if you try to match her up with someone you know. I will make sure he’s not fucking breathing by the end of the night. Do you understand? She’s fucking mine. Head case or not. She belongs to me.”

His heart was pounding, blood beating through his system. The very thought of someone coming between him and Georgia made him goddamn insane. So, no, her little hissy fit hadn’t really thrown him off her. He’d been a bit surprised, yes. Her anger had shocked him, but it wasn’t really anger, was it? It had been passion. Georgia was passionate. She gave a shit. Of course, she’d freaked out. He’d ignored her, and what woman worth her weight wouldn’t get pissed? His mother would have rolled her eyes and moved on to the next lover, but his Georgia had let her position be known and Logan was handling that shit. Seth was being a pussy, expecting to not have to work. A woman like Georgia deserved work.

Henry was smiling at him despite the fact that he was pretty sure he’d just bared his teeth at his mentor like a damn mountain lion looking for a meal. “Excellent. You sound like a caveman. Go get your girl. Don’t let Logan have all that sugar. Come by for dinner sometime this week and bring your Georgia. I’m sure Nell wants to talk to her about those boots.”

He looked ahead. Logan was trying to open the door to the cabin, but Georgia was wiggling, her legs kicking and her hands reaching for…damn, it looked like she was trying to get at Logan’s dick with those gorgeous claws, and not in a hot, sensual way, more like a rip-it-off, Lorena Bobbitt way. He felt his palm twitch. Damn it. She was asking for the flat of his hand on her ass.

Fuck all. He might actually be a Dom. It had always just been play before, but with Georgia, all those instincts were coming out.

“You thinking about spanking her?” Henry asked with a grin. “Because she’s begging for it.”

He felt his lip curl up, his shoulders straightening. He’d played in clubs, but this was the first time he’d felt a righteous indignation with a sub. She wanted to question him? Oh, he had some answers for her. She wanted to shock the fuck out of him with a side of her nature she hadn’t allowed him to see? Maybe it was time he showed her his inner shark. “Yeah, she is. We’ll come over for dinner sometime this week. I can’t promise you that Georgia will be able to sit down, though.”

Seth stalked the distance between them, his anger growing with every step. He’d done nothing but treat her like a precious angel up until this afternoon. Yes, he’d been an asshole, but his prior good behavior should have bought him something more than a Prada bag to the head.

He jogged the distance between Nell and Henry’s place and his own. Not just his. His and Georgia’s and Logan’s, whether Logan wanted to admit it or not. His heart was pounding, adrenaline pumping as he walked through the door.

It was deadly silent, and just for a minute, he wondered if one of them was dead.

Georgia stood in the middle of the great room, with its magnificent floor-to-ceiling windows and views of both the river and the mountains. He didn’t give a shit about any of it. All he could see was her, her blonde hair wild around her face as she stared at Logan. Logan was sitting on the couch, his body relaxed as though he hadn’t just carried a woman away.

Maybe he could still save this. They weren’t screaming at each other. He could mediate. The Dom in him snarled at the thought, but he couldn’t just start yelling when she was looking so fragile. “Georgia, would you like to explain to me what all of that was about?”

“Seth, would you like to go fuck yourself?”

Logan laughed. “You’re just making it worse, Georgia.”

She tossed him a quick middle finger and then turned away from them both.

His inner Dom was howling to get out. She thought she could pull the rug out from under him? Yeah, he’d invented that play. And he was finally comfortable with the fact that Logan and Henry were right. She was in a corner and she didn’t know how to get out. Oh, there was a wide hole she could go through, but it took her away from them. She wanted this, but she couldn’t ask for it. “Every time you curse or make a rude gesture when we’re trying to behave like adults, you’ll take another ten.”

It was time to get the rules out in the open.

She turned on him. Her face was red and tears pooled in her eyes, but she wasn’t crying. “Do you know what my brother will do if you lay a hand on me?”

He practically growled. It occurred to him just how happy he was that this was coming out. If she’d been hiding her psycho side, he’d been covering up his ruthless-bastard side. It was time to show her there was a little Hyde in his Jekyll. He moved into her space, just daring her to back up. “Are you talking about Win, baby?”

She refused to move, but he could see the way her eyes widened. “Yes. He’ll take you apart.”

Logan snorted a little. “I’d like to see him try.”

“He already did,” Seth said with a deep sense of satisfaction.

“What do you mean?”

He loved how breathy that question sounded. “You didn’t think they came to New York for a little visit, did you? Oh, no. They came to bring you home. Win wanted to save you from the big bad wolf.”

She shook her head a little. “No. Did he threaten you?”

“Fuck, man. How bad off is he now? What did you do?” Logan asked, proving just how well he knew Seth.

Georgia looked over at Logan. “Don’t joke, Logan. You don’t know Win. He can be a little brutal.”

“And you don’t know Seth, honey,” Logan shot back. “I’ve never met a man who could be more nasty and manipulative than my best friend.”

“No, Seth is sweet. Win could hurt him.”

Sweet. He fucking hated that word. “Your brother backed off, Georgia.”

Her mouth dropped open. “OMG. Win never backs off.”

Seth stared down at her, not ever losing contact with those wide blue eyes. “He backed off really damn fast when I explained, in neat and very clear details, how I intended to take over his company and leave him with nothing if he ever tried to come between me and you again. I explained to all your brothers how I would take each of them down individually. They know I will ruin their lives and raze everything they care about if they attempt to take you away from me.”

“Ah, there’s Seth.” Logan had the faintest smile on his face. “I thought you had gone all soft on me, buddy. Georgia, he’s always been this way, ever since he was a kid. Seth always had a plan, and he always got what he wanted.”

She closed her eyes, taking a long breath. “You threatened my brother.”

Fuck. “Yeah.”

“You told him you would take DawComm away from him.” Every word that came out of her mouth was precise, as though she was trying to grasp the idea.

Damn it. He was in for a penny though. “Yes. I planned out a way that would cost me over a hundred million dollars, but I could do it. I also threatened to get Mark and Drew tossed off Delta Force, and I might have inferred that I would have Chase sniped.”

Logan’s laughter split the room. “You did your research, man.”

“A hundred million dollars?” Georgia’s eyes opened. Wary, questioning. “You would spend a hundred million dollars to make sure I didn’t go back to Malibu with my brother? You would threaten them and go to war with them? Over me?”

There was only one answer to the question. If she was offended, well, then he’d overplayed his hand. “Yeah. I would.”

“That is the sexiest thing I ever heard.” She went on her toes, and before he knew what was happening, she brushed her lips against his, a shy little kiss. “I can’t be your mistress, Seth. No matter how nice I think it is that you would fight for me, I can’t just be someone you sleep with and hide whenever anyone who matters comes around.”

His whole soul softened. He caught her in his arms, dragging her to his body. Those heels of hers brought her to just the right height. “I am sorry you felt that way today. I’ll take you out tomorrow and you can meet anyone you like. I’m proud of you. I’m also slightly scared of you now, but that’s a good thing. I think we’re finally being honest with each other.”

She bit into that incredibly sexy bottom lip. “You don’t just want me for sex?”

Time for flat-out honesty. It was the only thing that would work here and now. “I knew I would marry you about five minutes after you walked in my door. And how can you say I don’t want to show you off to anyone who matters? Besides you, no one matters to me more than Logan. Georgia, I don’t have any family I care about. My granddad died and my mom and dad don’t really care about me. I have Logan and I have this town.”

“I just can’t not matter,” she said, but her head found his shoulder.

“You matter, baby.” God, she’d come to mean everything to him.

“Okay. I’m sorry about the stomping out thing.” She gave him the sweetest smile, and he felt his inner Dom start to fade.

“It’s okay.” He let his hands run down her torso to her hips, his cock hardening at the thought that he could have her. Soon. Very fucking soon. Like minutes from now.

“Are you serious?” Logan asked. He stood up and his hands were on his hips, a sure sign he was irritated. “She gets away with that? Man, if that’s the relationship you want, then I should pack up and head out to the Movie Motel because I can’t do it. You set a rule and you hold that line. Just because she turns those gorgeous eyes up and bats those lashes at you doesn’t mean a thing.”

Georgia turned, looking back at Logan, and there was no way to mistake the heat in her eyes as she looked at him. “What are you saying, Logan?”

“I’m saying, pull down those pants and get over my lap and take your punishment and then we’ll talk about sex. Then we’ll talk about setting you on that bar and forcing you to make up for the fact that you threw out our dinner. We’ll just have to eat your pussy until we’re full.”

Her whole face flushed, her skin turning pink and her breath hitching. “You want to spank me.”

It wasn’t a question. Seth had a hunch that Logan had probably mentioned the whole spanking thing before. It seemed to be a theme with him.

The thought of Georgia willingly pulling down her pants and placing that round, sweet ass over his best friend’s lap to take some discipline made him worry that his cock was about to go off. “Yeah, he wants to spank your ass, baby. And he’s not the only one who missed dinner. I want to eat your pussy, too. I want to make you scream and forget that we were jerks tonight. Tomorrow we can start all over again. And in a few days, we’ll go to Logan’s moms’ anniversary party and you’ll be on my arm and there won’t be any question that you’re my girl.”

Georgia took a long breath. “But I have to let Logan spank me.”

“No.” He wasn’t going to blackmail her. “Georgia, if you’re not interested in this lifestyle, then we can go straight to bed and I’ll treat you like a lady. I want you any way I can have you.”

“I’m crazy about you, Georgia, but I can’t promise you what Seth can,” Logan said, his voice firm. “I can promise that as long as you and Seth want me in your bed, I’ll be there, but I can’t play it vanilla. The funny thing is, if it was anyone but you, I probably could. I’m going to be here in Bliss for a couple of weeks before I head back to Dallas. I want to spend that time with you. It’s fucking selfish as shit. I was right when I let you go, but I can’t do it again, and that fucker you’re standing with knew it.”

Georgia shook her head. “He didn’t know we were connected.”

“Of course he did. Like I said before, Seth always has a plan. He wants you and he wants to share you with me. He wants the family he never had.” Logan stood there, a completely immovable object.

Seth felt broken. He almost didn’t recognize his friend. Henry’s words came back to him. Seth had left Logan alone. He’d gotten lost in his own plans and empire building, and Logan had suffered without him. He’d been so busy thinking of the future that he’d ignored the present when he should have been helping his friend.

So he couldn’t leave him hanging out there. “I knew. Kitten told me. I was going to take care of you because I knew how he felt about you, and then I met you and I knew you were the one. Yes, I plotted. Yes, I threatened the fuck out of your brothers. Yes, I brought you here because I think you still want him. And yes, I want you to pull those pants down and lay across Logan’s lap.”

He had to hope that getting close to Georgia would change Logan’s mind.

Georgia stood there for a moment, her whole body tense, and Seth was almost certain he’d lost. Then her hands went to the fastener of her jeans. The fly was a big rhinestone to match all the bling she had on her ass.

She stopped and Seth’s heart almost did, too. He waited for the words that would kill his plans, but she merely frowned and knelt down and unzipped her boots. She set them aside and stood back up, her hands shaking a little as she undid the button of her jeans.

Logan sat back down, and Seth felt his heart in his throat.

His life, the one he’d waited for all these years, was just beginning.

She was taking off her pants. She was taking off her pants so Logan could spank her butt.

If her friends could see her now.

Except she didn’t really have friends. She had actresses in LA she’d competed with and mean girls who she’d tried to fit in with. Natalie and Kitten were the first friends she’d made since tenth grade when Lisa Jacobs had moved away because her dad got a job in Florida.

What was she really doing? God, she wanted to get naked and lie down over Logan’s lap and find out why her sister-in-law smiled so much. And she was terrified to do it. She had totally lost her cool and freaked Seth out and then found out he was kind of a supervillain and that was so hot, but neither one of them had seen her naked. She wasn’t wearing pretty lacy panties. She was wearing heavy spandex to make her look thinner than she was because she just couldn’t seem to lose that extra twenty pounds everyone seemed to think she needed to. Her undergarments claimed to take ten pounds off, so once she’d put on three sets just to see if the effect was cumulative, but that experiment had ended with her passing out at an audition and Win thinking she had an eating disorder. And she hadn’t looked that much thinner.

Could he spank her in Spanx? He probably couldn’t do the pussy eating thing while she was in Spanx. Although it did have a convenient hole in the crotch. Maybe he could put his tongue through there and then he wouldn’t have to see her belly.

“Georgia?” Logan had moved in front of her, those green eyes staring down at her. Without her shoes, she barely made it to the middle of his chest. He was so big and broad and Seth was standing beside him. She felt safe with Seth. Even the fact that he was a manipulative freak made her feel safe. All five of her brothers hadn’t managed to convince him to leave her. That meant something.

But what if they took one look at her body and ran? Or worse, continued on because they were being polite.

She couldn’t do it. If they didn’t like her, she wouldn’t be able to live with it. It was better to maybe find a way to be friends with them. Sex wasn’t worth it. She buttoned her pants back up before they saw the tan panel the spandex formed. Yeah, that was sexy, Georgia. “I think I’ll, uhm, go and see about cooking something else. Seth has plenty of food. I can come up with something. I’m actually a really good cook.”

Before she could move, Logan had caught her, his right hand cupping her chin and forcing her to look up. “What are you afraid of? Is it me?”

He terrified her, but not because of the spanking thing. She shook her head. “I just don’t think the sex would be worth our friendship.”

The sexiest smile ticked his lips up. “We aren’t friends, Georgia. We never have been. We’ve fought and kissed and you’ve made me utterly insane, but I can’t be your friend.”

That thought made her heart ache a little. “And you don’t want to be my boyfriend.”

A cloud passed over those green eyes. “That’s Seth’s job. I want to be your lover. I don’t want to cause you heartache, girl. I don’t, but I’m also starting to think I don’t want to go through the rest of my life without knowing what it feels like to be inside you. I don’t think we would work long term. I think we’re too different, but this heat between us is like nothing I’ve felt before. I want you.”

She felt the heat, too. She’d felt it the minute she’d laid eyes on him. But he was a Greek god and she was just a girl.

“You might not want me if you saw me, really saw me. I wear a lot of makeup and I spend a lot of time on my hair, and I dress so I look way thinner than I am. My breasts are in a minimizer bra. Do you know what that means? It means they’re bigger than they look and they sag already.” She sniffled a little, her usual brat-girl persona failing her for once. “And I’m not good at sex. I know I look like some fifties pinup girl when I’m made up, but trust me, I’m not the sexy siren type. I can’t even get masturbation right, so I think I should spare us all the disappointment.”

“Show me.” Seth’s jaw was set, his eyes slightly narrowed. “Take off your shirt and that bra and show us your breasts. Be brave, Georgia. You want this. You don’t want some stinking half life where we’re ‘friends.’ Whoever told you you weren’t sexy was wrong. And I’ve always thought you were too thin. Why do you think I order dessert and beg you to share it with me? I have zero interest in a skinny Georgia.”

“Show us.” Logan’s eyes dropped to the place where her neckline touched skin, his fingers drifting from her chin to her neck. “He’s right. Be brave. Say what you want. If you get rejected, then at least you tried.”

But she’d learned not to try so long ago. Taking that first step seemed like willfully dropping over a cliff, and yet what were her other choices? Did she really think she could be “friends” with Seth? Logan would be gone, back in Dallas and just a memory, but was she really willing to leave Seth and go live like some nun at Win’s mansion? Her brother would take care of her, but she would just be a burden to him. Or she could stay here and fight and try to make a place for herself.

She slowly pulled at the bottom of her blouse, wincing all the way. The tight spandex she was wearing under it covered her stomach all the way up to just under her breasts.

“That’s good, Georgia.” Logan stared down at her. He reached out and touched the fabric that still covered her torso. “You don’t need this.”

At least he didn’t look horrified. “It just smooths me out.”

Seth was suddenly behind her, his fingers at the back of her bra. “You don’t need to be smooth, baby. Come on, let’s get this off and give the Dom his due so we can get to the good part.”

The back of her bra came apart with a twist of Seth’s hand, and she had to catch the front before it slid off. “I think y’all should know that I’ve never gotten to the good part before. I might not be able to, but I want to try.”

“Georgia, what are you saying?” Seth’s hands were sliding around her torso, slipping up toward her breasts. She could feel the heat of his breath on her neck, making her shiver.

“She’s saying she’s never come before. You’re not a virgin, are you?” Logan asked, his fingers smoothing her hair back.

God, they were surrounding her, and she was finding it hard to get a full breath. Her girl parts were starting to sing. Every inch of skin they were touching felt like it lit up, and she was getting an achy, restless feeling between her legs. “No. I’ve slept with men before.”

“Not if you haven’t come, you haven’t. You’ve slept with selfish little boys,” Seth said against her ear. His fingertips eased under the wire of her bra and her nipples perked right up.

“Seth is right.” Logan forced her to look him in the eyes. “I won’t stop until you’re screaming. Do you understand? Half of my pleasure will come from feeling that pussy clench down and damn near strangle my dick because the orgasm I give you is going to make your toes curl. And then Seth is a competitive son of a bitch and he’ll try to best me.”

“I’ll do it, too,” Seth vowed.

“He’ll need to make sure you come, too,” Logan continued. “No matter how long it takes, you’re going to come for us, and we’re going to teach you to never settle for less than being worshipped by men who care about you.”

Every word he said was like a drug invading her system and softening her up. Maybe this time it would work. Maybe this time she would feel like a woman and not a used-up thing at the end of the night. She let go of the bra and it fell to the floor. She heard Seth’s sigh of pure pleasure as his hands cupped her breasts.

“That’s better.” Logan stepped back, his eyes taking her in. His khakis had been a perfect fit before, but now they looked way too small. His cock was pressing at the front of his pants, tenting them and making her feel really bad for her previous, totally uncalled-for comments.

“I’m sorry for calling your penis small. It’s obviously not small, Logan. It seems to be really big.” Maybe penis size would make the difference. The men she’d been with before were way smaller than the monster that seemed to have taken up residence in Logan’s pants. God, even that stupid polyester uniform looked hot on him. She had a sudden vision of him doing a deep cavity search on her.

Logan sat back, and the grin on his face made him look so young and alive. He was always so closed off, older than his years, but that grin was pure joy, and just for a second, she got a hint of him as a boy. She’d put that smile on his face. “Georgia, do you know what I thought about when you insulted my poor dick?”

Seth was making it hard for her to think at all. His hands were rubbing over the mounds of her breasts, his thumbs flicking at her nipples. “I suspect that was when you thought about spanking me.”

“Oh, no, baby. I thought about spanking you about two seconds after I met you, and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. Every time you open that bratty mouth of yours, I think about the flat of my palm against your ass. I think about spanking you until you cry real pretty and beg me to take you. No, when you insulted my poor aching cock, all I could think about was how you would feel when that mouth was filled with my pencil dick and I forced you to take it to the back of your throat before I came right down it.”

Her pussy pulsed at the thought. Wow. Where had that come from? Seth rubbed his cock on her backside, and she was reminded that he didn’t resemble any slender writing implements, either. “I’m not so great with that either. Blow jobs and stuff.”

“I’ll teach you,” Seth whispered. “I’ll explain, in wretched detail, how to suck my cock, and I’ll learn how to please you. Sex isn’t something that just happens, baby. We need to learn each other. Like now, I know you like to have your sweet little nipples pulled on. I know because I can smell how hot you’re getting. God, Georgia, I can smell you through all those clothes.”

“Seth, show me those breasts. Now this is how it’s going to work. I’m the top. I’m the Dom. Seth tops you,” Logan said, his voice deep and husky.

“I don’t get to top anyone, do I?” Georgia was pretty sure that was his plan. But she was also pretty sure she didn’t care because what Seth was doing felt so incredible. Sex had always been so fast and a little nasty, and now she had to wonder if she’d done it for all the wrong reasons. She’d slept with the first guy just out of high school because she was so crazy about him and she wanted him to love her back. She’d sacrificed her virginity to gain his love and caring.

But this felt like love and caring, and it sure as hell didn’t feel like sacrifice.

“No. You are not a top, Georgia,” Logan said. “Seth, move your hands. Let me see her nipples.” She felt Seth’s hands move down, and he cupped her breasts as though offering them up to Logan. Logan was staring at her breasts and he wasn’t running the other way. He shifted as though he had to move to get comfortable again. “Yeah, that’s what I want. Fuck, you’re beautiful, G. Goddamn gorgeous. And that thing around your body offends me. Take it off of her, Seth.”

He looked like a king sitting on his throne, waiting for his chosen lover to be perfectly presented to him. It totally turned her on. Seth’s hands moved down her body. She felt him kiss her hair, and the nape of her neck as he began to drag the spandex off her. His thumbs hooked the jeans and he pulled them down as well, inch by careful inch, as though she was a present and he was afraid to damage any piece of her. All the while Logan watched. He was perfectly still, except for his cock. It twitched slightly in his pants as it lengthened and stretched.

Seth took his time, lowering her pants down with the same patience he used when working on a line of code. Precise and patient, and so, so perfect. Sex before had been harried and quick, but this aching slowness was opening up something deep inside her, a wanting she’d never felt before. Something was building inside her, a heat. She knew it was a dangerous slope she was heading down, but she couldn’t pull back. She had to see where it went.

“Stop right there. That’s perfect.” Logan stopped Seth when he’d gotten her remaining clothes around the middle of her thighs.

The jeans were tight, but the spandex was tighter, holding her thighs together. “Logan, I can’t move.”

Seth’s hands ran over the flesh of her ass. Oh, god, she hated her butt. He didn’t seem to have the same problem. His palms cupped her and smoothed over her skin. She felt him get to his knees, his lips brushing the small of her back. She’d never been kissed there. It wasn’t a sexy part of her body so previous boyfriends had ignored it the way they’d ignored the back of her neck and her shoulders. It had been all boobs and vajayjay and the occasional sloppy French kiss. She’d had one lover awkwardly kiss her pussy, but he’d seemed so uncomfortable that she’d told him she didn’t like it.

She was beginning to get the impression that Logan and Seth weren’t going to be awkward about anything.

“Oh,” Logan began with a leering sympathy. “Is my poor girl trapped? Can you not fight me anymore? I might have to take back what I said about that thing you’re wearing. It might qualify as fet wear since it’s binding you as tightly as any rope I could put you in. I will be tying you up later, Georgia. I’ll wrap my rope around your body like a dress that puts all the best parts on display. Those luscious tits. That pussy. I can see it gleaming from here. How is her ass, Seth? It looked incredible in a pair of jeans, but now I find out she’s been hiding it, trying to bind it down. It’s better than I thought, isn’t it?”

“Damn straight.” Seth’s lips moved across her cheeks, his hands holding her still.

She was caught. She couldn’t run or kick. She had to take what Logan gave her. She was naked in front of him. So vulnerable, and yet she stood there waiting for him.

“Bring her to me.”

Seth got to his feet and hauled her into his arms before she could take another breath. He hooked his arm under her knees and picked her up like she weighed next to nothing. She let her arms float up around his neck.

Seth’s handsome face was flushed, his voice soft as he spoke to her. “It’s going to be okay, Georgia.”

For the first time, she almost, sort of, kind of believed him.

“Pick a safe word, Georgia.” Logan moved forward, making a place for her on his lap.

“A safe word is…” Seth began.

She didn’t need an explanation. She’d picked out a safe word when she’d started dreaming about Logan Green. “Rosebush.”

She’d pretended to throw Logan’s phone in a rosebush all those months ago. She hadn’t really done it. She’d pocketed the phone and that prank had saved her life because Chase had been able to find them thanks to Logan’s mom tracking the phone.

“I never spanked you for that.” But he was smiling again.

“Rosebush?” Seth asked as he set her on her feet in front of Logan.

“It’s an inside joke. I’ll tell you the whole story later, but for now, I need to get Georgia’s punishment out of the way. Just a spanking tonight, but I’ll want a contract between the three of us.”

That sounded so formal, and she was just about to argue with him when she saw him start to shut down, like he knew what was going to happen. He needed the contract. He needed her to sign something to believe she would take it seriously. “All right, Logan.”

“Sir.” He relaxed again. “When we’re playing you call me Sir. What you call Seth is up to him, but at the end of our training period, he should have the right for you to call him Master.”

But Logan would never be her Master. Not in life. Not in play. He was letting her know that their connection would only go so far. But she couldn’t go back. She would regret Logan Green one day, but maybe that was better than never having had him. She wanted to see if this lifestyle was for her, and she couldn’t imagine going on that journey without Logan. And if she wanted to be with him, even for a little while, she had to think past just herself. If Logan needed a contract, she could sign a contract. If he needed to be called “Sir,” she could do that, too.

“All right, Sir.” She turned her eyes to meet Seth’s and was shocked at how vulnerable he looked. Like he was afraid of getting pushed to the side. She couldn’t walk to him because she was trapped in her pants, but she could reach out to him. Somehow it was easier to let go of her anger when she’d realized they wanted to be here. They wanted her. “What do I call you, boss?”

He shook his head. “Don’t call me boss. Not ever again.”

He was really not thinking long term. “So we can’t play out my ‘billionaire throws down with his secretary’ fantasies? Because I thought it would be fun if you could chase me around my desk on occasion.”

There was his sexy smile. “Okay, you can call me boss then, but just Seth now. So settle yourself across Sir’s lap or he’s going to get mad, and I really want to get to the part where I put my tongue on your pussy.”

She wanted to get there, too. And so did all her pink parts. They were cheering deep inside as she started to awkwardly move to Logan’s lap. Seth was right there, helping her down.

Oh, god, she was on Logan’s lap. She could feel his cock against her side, the hard lines of his thighs against her belly. She wiggled a little, felt how helpless she was, but it was all right because she trusted them. It was safe with Logan. He might rip her heart out in the end, but she trusted him with her body. She could still feel his arms around her as he carried her away from that dingy club where she’d nearly died.

“Are you thinking about it?” Logan asked, his voice deep and soothing. He hadn’t smacked her yet, just allowed his hands to explore her skin. His fingers traced the line of her spine.

“Yeah.” Honesty. Nat had explained that honesty was everything in this type of relationship, and that was way scarier than any spanking.

“Are you scared?” Seth asked. He knew what had happened that day when she and Nat had been taken and Georgia had been shot. The funny thing was, she rarely thought about the fear she’d felt. Somehow she’d known she would live. What she thought about constantly was how it had felt to have Logan rush in and scoop her up and, just for a moment, she’d felt loved and protected and precious.

“No. I’m thinking that he promised me a spanking that day, and he never gave it to me.”

A sharp flare of pain flashed across her skin, making her scream and forget to breathe. The sound came after, a loud crack that split the room. Her head reeled as she tried to process the sensation. That sound was Logan’s hand hitting her very naked ass.

“Do you have any idea how scared I was that day?” Logan’s voice had lost its smoothness.

Tears burned her eyes as he slapped her butt again, three times without a break.

“You almost died, Georgia. You got fucking shot. That motherfucker shot you.”

Another couple. She wasn’t sure how many. Pain made her grab Logan’s ankles, squeezing tight. Holy fuck that hurt. It hurt. It really hurt. And he just kept it up, like it had been building in his system from that day and just waiting to boil over. Tears dripped from her eyes, and she realized she hadn’t cried. Not once that day. She’d held it in and sucked it down and she’d been so afraid. So damn afraid.

She’d been lying to herself.

“And all because you had to prove you were smarter than me.” Smack. Smack. Smack.

“I wasn’t trying to prove I was smarter.” The words were said on a desperate huff. She could barely breathe through the tears. Somehow she couldn’t hide the truth from him, couldn’t lie when she was so exposed, when the tears were finally flowing. “I was trying to get you to pay attention to me.”

He smacked her again. “You have my attention, Georgia. You’ve had my damn attention from the beginning. How do you like my attention?”

Another volley of smacks and she thought about screaming out that safe word because she couldn’t handle another minute of it.

“Logan, stop. She can’t take this,” Seth said.

“Back off.” She was damn surprised those words hadn’t come out of Logan’s mouth but hers. She stretched to look up at Seth. “You wanted me to work things out with him. This is it, Seth. Back off. You don’t get it both ways. If he’s in our bed, I have a relationship with him. It won’t last forever, but while he’s here, he’s mine and I won’t let you come between us any more than I would let him dictate my time with you.”

Holy shit. She’d sounded halfway adult, competent. And all because no one was going to tell her what she could or couldn’t take. If she let Seth, he would run her life as surely as any of her brothers would. He would be worse than Win ever thought about being because he could sweet-talk her and get her in bed, and before she knew it, she would be a trophy for his wall and she couldn’t be that. Never. Her mother had been that, and she was never going to follow in those footsteps.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

“I want a promise out of you.” Logan growled as his hand covered her aching ass. So much heat and yet now she had an oddly comfortable floating feeling. Like she’d survived something, come out the other side and was better for it.

“What?”

“You don’t ever pull that shit again.”

She sagged against him. “It turned out for the best.”

“It did not turn out for the best. You nearly died or you would have been sold into slavery and then you would have died because you are so obnoxious that your new owner would have killed you straightaway.”

“What?” Seth nearly yelled the question. “Kitten told me she got involved in Natalie’s kidnapping but she was fine. The shooting was an accident.”

“Oh, it was no accident,” Logan replied. “Georgia ran her mouth. And she was only there because she distracted me so I couldn’t protect her.”

“I think I should get to spank her, too,” Seth said.

She had to laugh. Her blood was thrumming through her system. Adrenaline was giving her a high. Logan’s hands moving all across her tender flesh were making her soft and submissive. Yeah, she definitely felt submissive. And honest. “If I hadn’t distracted him, he would be dead and so would Kitten.”

“I’m damn hard to kill,” Logan shot back. “And I don’t think further spanking is going to help. She’s already a nice deep pink. She’ll have trouble sitting tomorrow. Now, let’s see if the spanking had the intended effect.”

If he meant would she ever throw his phone again, well, no. She would probably avoid it in the future.

She felt someone, likely Seth, pull at her pants and suddenly her legs were free and she could feel cool air all over her body. She was naked. Really naked and pinned to Logan’s lap. One hand held her there while the other delved between her legs.

“OMG.” She wiggled as his fingers split her labia and started searching deep.

They came out almost immediately and another smack cracked through the air. The pain flared, so horrible and then so hot it made her moan. Somehow the pain morphed into arousal and a sensual high.

“Don’t move. This is my time. You’re over my lap, accepting my discipline, and you will be still.” Logan’s voice washed over her like warm water. His hands moved back to her pussy, fingers playing along her sensitive flesh.

She wanted those fingers. More. They were too small. She needed something more than those fingers. For the first time in her life, she was really starting to understand what it meant to ache for something, and not in an emotional fashion. She totally understood that, but this physical ache was different. The physical ache made her feel alive, different than she’d been before.

She forced herself to be still as Logan’s fingers started to penetrate her.

“She’s wet.” She could hear the wealth of satisfaction in Logan’s voice. “So fucking wet. That’s what I wanted.”

She’d never been so wet. Logan’s fingers slipped easily around her pussy, but he had to push to get inside.

“How tight is she?” Seth asked.

She felt herself flush and wanted to say something about embarrassment, but she suddenly realized there wasn’t a place for that here. They had agreed to this. She had agreed, not just to the sex, but to the play, and that was something these men took seriously. They really weren’t going to laugh at her or treat her like something to be used and thrown away.

Oh, god, this was so serious.

“She’s so tight. I can barely get a finger in there.” Logan pushed against her, his finger finally sliding deep. It took everything she had not to move against that finger. She could feel a delicious pressure building.

“I think she’s been a good girl, Logan. Can we put her out of her misery now?” Seth asked, his voice tight.

Logan’s finger fucked in and out of her in a slow motion. “Don’t you mean you want me to put you out of yours?” Logan laughed at something Georgia couldn’t see. She would have bet a lot that Seth had given Logan his happy middle finger. “All right. She took it far better than I could have dreamed. Get the bar ready.”

“Not the bar. Follow me and bring her with you. I think you’ll like this.”

She found herself being turned, her very sore backside hitting Logan’s legs. She winced a little as she was moved into his arms and he stood, not a single sign of strain on his face. No. That gorgeous face of his just smiled down at her. “You’ll wince like that for days, and every time you do, my cock will jump and I’ll have the satisfaction of knowing you took that burn for me.”

She cuddled against his chest, knowing there was no way he would drop her. She’d never been carried around in her whole life, and now she’d had it twice in one day. It was well worth the sore bottom. “Did you really want me back in Dallas?”

He started to move toward Seth’s section of the house. She had been in another wing the night before and Logan had stayed in the guest bedroom. “Yes, Georgia. Why do you think your snitty little attitude just about killed me? Why did you act that way? You don’t act that way around Seth. He wouldn’t be crazy about you if you were always on the phone or doing your nails or looking down that little nose of yours at him.”

How to explain? “I wasn’t looking for something with Seth. Not at first. I was still thinking about you. And I guess I wanted you to think I was a big deal or something. I pretended to talk to my agent about all the parts I was up for. Logan, I didn’t have an agent. She dropped me because I couldn’t lose weight. She said I wasn’t fat enough for the fat roles and that I was way too fat for the real roles.”

His face hardened. “I’d like to meet that agent of yours.”

She couldn’t blame her. Her agent had been right. She was twenty pounds too big for any part, and she wasn’t that great an actress anyway. She’d just hated the business world with a passion despite the fact that she’d gotten through college with a high GPA. She’d only done it to please her father. Who had cut her off anyway. “Besides I needed the job with Seth. I found out how much I liked him later on. Do you think he thinks I’m a crazy freak now since he’s seen me in meltdown?”

She’d kind of hoped Seth never had to see her that way, but now she could see how careful they had been around each other. It was the opposite of the way she and Logan had been. There had to be some sweet medium.

Logan walked through the French doors and nodded Seth’s way. “I don’t think you put him off, baby. Unless you’re talking about his clothes. You definitely put him off his clothes.”

Seth was naked. Gorgeously, stunningly naked. And she’d been right. His penis looked more like a club than a pencil. A big, long, thick club that was supposed to go into her apparently really tight vagina.

“What do you think?” Seth put his palm on the marble half wall that separated the sitting area from what looked like the biggest bed ever. It wasn’t any kind of a standard size. It had to have been custom made. Seth was always an optimist.

“Did you actually measure?” Logan had a grin on his face as he moved toward that wide, smooth wall.

“Damn straight. Though you’ve got two inches on me so you might have to lean over. But I promise it’s going to be perfect for me. Up you go, baby.”

Logan placed her right on the smooth marbled top. She squealed a little at the cold, but then it settled against her flesh and took away the sting of the spanking. It was as wide as a bench, and she felt like she was suspended in midair.

“Spread your legs, Georgia. Put your heels right at the edge and bring your pussy towards me,” Seth said.

Logan had moved to the side of the wall that now seemed more like a sex apparatus than an architectural piece. And she could see plainly what they were talking about when they discussed the proper height. She was in exactly the right place for Seth’s mouth.

“Damn. Do you know how long I’ve waited to get my hands on these?” Logan’s breath huffed as he palmed her breasts. Even as high up as she was, he loomed over her, her larger-than-life, Western lawman.

“And I’ve been dying for a taste of you, Georgia. I need you to know I haven’t touched another woman since the day I met you. I had a date that night, and I canceled and told her I couldn’t see her again and I’ve been a very good boy since then. I just want you to know that even though I’ve kept my hands off you, I’ve been yours since that moment.” Seth’s hands pulled at her ankles. “And god, baby, it was worth it. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

He was staring at her pussy, but she wasn’t thinking about anything but the words he’d said. No one. She even remembered the day she’d met him. He’d taken her out to dinner, saying they needed to talk a little more so she could have a handle on the job he wanted her to do. Just before, he’d stepped away and made a phone call. He’d broken it off with his date to be with her, and he hadn’t had a woman since.

“I haven’t slept with anyone either, Seth.” He should know that. Of course, at the time, she couldn’t because her mind had been playing the Logan channel twenty-four seven, but after a few weeks, the only one who could compete was Seth.

A fierce look came over his face. It was the look she associated with him making a very shrewd business deal. “Of course, you didn’t. I made sure of it. I deflected the men who were interested in you and the one who wouldn’t go away, I fired.”

“Seth Stark!” She opened her mouth to start a tirade against his now seemingly constant manipulation, but he leaned over and swiped his tongue against her pussy and she lost all coherent thought.

Pure pleasure licked along her flesh.

“Thank god. I’ve been wondering how to shut that mouth of hers forever. Now I know. When I want to shut you up, girl, I’m just going to shove my tongue up your pussy and take your breath away. But since Seth is already taking care of that job, I’ll just have to improvise.” Logan leaned over and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

Heat sparked through her. Heat and pure sensual ecstasy. Between Seth’s tongue sliding through her and the sultry suction of Logan’s mouth, she couldn’t think past the next feeling, the next sensation.

Seth speared her, his tongue foraging high inside while his fingers started to move, parting the folds of her labia and finding the nub of her clit. His thumb ran over it, and a spark flared through her.

“Oh my god.” It felt so good. Past fantastic. Past real. Her whole body was a live wire, threatening to go up and spark in the most remarkable way. Any minute. Any second. One more touch. One more lick. One more suck.

She was on the edge, caught in the most amazing place she’d ever been. She was completely alive. She was in the moment. This was all that mattered. This moment and these men. The past didn’t matter. She couldn’t think about the future. There was only a glorious present where she didn’t have to worry about anything but giving them what they demanded from her.

“Come, Georgia. Let it go. This is what sex is about, baby.” Logan groaned against her skin. “Sex is about your men making sure you scream for them because they can’t think of anything better in life. Give it to us.”

Seth sent his tongue high into her while his thumb pressed down on her clit, and she dropped right over the edge.

Electricity seemed to flow through her body, flaring and sparking, making her yell out and press her pussy against Seth’s mouth. It was deeply unladylike, and she didn’t give a shit. She was flying. She was free in that moment. Her body was light and floating and her blood thrummed happily through her system.

Seth’s head came up, his tongue running along his lips. “God, you taste good. You’re so sweet, Georgia. I could eat you every day.”

She let her head fall back, her body lush and satisfied.

That was why Nat smiled every morning. That was why women giggled and joked about sex. Because sex was a drug and she’d just gotten addicted.

“Don’t you go to sleep, Georgia.” Seth kissed her pussy one last time. “You have men to please.”

She felt herself being picked up again. Such a good life. She didn’t even have to walk.

She cuddled against Logan’s chest and got ready to please her men.