Chapter 25

25

ASHER

T he vodka tastes bitter as it slides down the back of my throat, without offering its usual burn that I have come to savor. No, instead the burn comes in the form of their stares as I feel them watching me. I knew what my admission would do, so I don't know why I'm surprised, but I guess I am just sick of hiding, sick of pretending, and I don't want to do it anymore. It's why I got up and walked away, because if I didn't, I might have just kissed Logan right then and there just to make a point.

I signal to the bartender to pour me another, sliding a hundred dollar bill into the jar before accepting my drink, and turning and making my way outside to get some air. I'm not sure how much time passes, but it's enough to watch the remainder of the wedding party stumble from inside and head back to their rooms.

Jace is first, holding onto a dancing and drunk Riley, as they laugh together, as if they have never known the darkness they have faced. Followed by Zack and Max holding up a completely intoxicated Lily, and I'm not sure who looks more angry about it. Then comes the happy couple. Marcus carries Elle with ease, talking far too loudly about what he is about to do to his new wife, yet I can't help but smile. A childhood torn apart by blood and murder, yet here they are, stronger and happier than I have ever seen them, and I know they are going to last forever.

When Lincoln and Logan appear, both of their eyes dart around until they land on me, and neither of them look surprised to still find me here. Instead, Logan pulls away from Lincoln, who lingers by the stairs, and strolls toward me with an air of calm I don't think I have ever felt. His hands find the arms of the chair I am sitting in, before leaning down and bringing his mouth so close to mine that I can feel the heat of his warm breath against my lips.

"It was amazing for me too, my little psycho, and it only took you six years," he smiles, then he is kissing me, claiming my lips so sensually that I have no choice but to kiss him back, all too aware of the audience we have, but Logan doesn't seem to care. He kisses me like it's the first time and I kiss him back, and it's just as amazing as it was this morning, lighting up my entire body until I feel like I might explode.

When he pulls back he doesn't say anything, just winks, before rising to his full height and backing away slowly while biting his lip, his eyes never leaving mine. Once he reaches Lincoln, he turns and smiles at him, and then they are both walking away from me.

Which is how I find myself stalking along behind them both as we head back to our rooms. Their hands are intertwined, which means I know whatever issues they had, have been resolved, and I'm glad. Yet a part of me feels something else, something more akin to jealousy, if I could ever feel such a thing. There is a familiarity between them, an ease, a level of comfort that I'm not sure I will ever be capable of reaching, and it makes me sick. My heart is still thundering in my chest thanks to Logan's kiss, but there is something else there too.

When they reach their room, Logan pulls out their key to unlock the door, as Lincoln crowds into him from behind, whispering something I can't hear, but it makes him smile. They push through the threshold without looking back, but just as I am about to turn and head into my own room, I notice they have left their door ajar. My eyes zero in on that slither of space between the door and the frame, where it should have closed and the lock should have clicked into place, but it hasn't, it didn't.

Did they make a mistake? Are they so caught up in one another that they left it open? Or did they do it on purpose? Have they pushed and pounded against my walls so many times that they now want me to push back? Do I even know how? Growing up, everything I said and did was governed by my father. He forced my hand in so many things, and had fun doing it, so how do I let go of that and take something just for myself?

My steps are slow, steady, and quiet, as I erase the distance between myself and their door, my heart still pounding hard in my chest, but I have to do this. The door doesn't make a sound as I push it open, and if it makes a sound when I close it, I don't hear it. No, my focus is on the soft, breathy moans coming from the bedroom, on the sound of clothes being shed, and lips and tongues being tangled. Sounds that have me frozen in place, unable to think or move or breathe.

This isn't like before. This isn't fun and games in the billiards room that I can pretend I was forced to play, or a drunken hookup at a bachelor party that I can blame on intoxication. No, this is so much more than that. This is their bedroom, it's private and intimate, and it's crossing a line that we can never uncross. There is no running away if I walk in there. There are no more excuses or hiding, it's just me and them, and whatever happens between us.

My feet are moving before my brain can even register it, the sounds of their moans spurring me on, and when I round the corner I almo st stumble at the sight. Both of them are already naked and Lincoln has Logan clutched against his body, Lo's back almost plastered to his chest. One of his hands slowly strokes up and down Logan's cock, while the other is between his ass.

"Linc, come on, stop fucking teasing me, please" Logan whines, as Lincoln's fingers slowly sink in and out of him, and all I can do is stare in awe.

They look like fucking gods ready to go to war for one another, and I almost want to run, to escape them and this fucking feeling, but then Lincoln's eyes are on mine, and suddenly I can no longer move.

"Are you going to beg for my cock, baby?" Lincoln asks him, fucking his hole with his fingers without taking his eyes off me. "Why don't you show our Dark Prince here how it's done."

Logan's eyes instantly snap open and fly over to where I'm standing, and though a little surprised, his smirk is lazy and inviting. "Nah, I reckon he's a real fast learner," he purrs, before he drops down in front of Lincoln so he is on all fours, with his head positioned on the edge of the bed. "I'm all for kissing you again, Ash, but how about you do something else with my mouth instead?"

Lincoln pulls his fingers out and reaches for some lube to soak his cock, all while watching me carefully. I can tell he is waiting to see if I am going to run again, but I think after I dragged Logan into the pool house this morning, we are a little past that. I think if I am being honest with myself for the first time, we have been past that for a while now, I just didn't realize it.

My eyes rake over both their bodies, taking in every inch of their bare skin like I am starved for it, and suddenly I realize I am. I have spent months forcing myself to look the other way, to pretend I didn't see them, to force myself to ignore their attention o n me, and for what?

My cock is painfully hard in my pants, aching, leaking, and begging for attention from them in a way I have never felt before, and I'm so sick of fucking denying myself. I want it, no, I need it, need them, need this, and with the way they are both looking at me, I think they feel the same.

"Well, you always did need something to shut you up, Lo," I grunt, slowly making my way over to the bed, shrugging off my jacket, and loosening my tie. "And your mouth is good for many things, but talking isn't one of them," I add, gripping his chin and tipping his head up towards me. "Now tell me exactly what you want."

I spent far too many nights being forced into intercourse with so many women, that I won't do anything to him without his explicit consent.

Lincoln strokes a hand down his back, his eyes dark and locked on me, a deep understanding in them, as he cuts in, "Yeah, baby, why don't you tell him exactly what you want from him?" He pairs his words with the lining up of his cock with Logan's ass, before slowly sliding inside him and making them both groan. "Our Dark Prince won't give you what you crave until you tell him exactly what you want." He leans forward, licking a path up his spine, all the way up to his ear, before he whispers, "So why don't you tell him how many times you've imagined being fucked by the both of us?" he slowly rolls his hips, fucking Logan nowhere near the pace I'm sure he needs.

"I want him, Lincoln, I want him more than I want my next fucking breath," Logan groans, pushing himself back on Lincoln's cock, and the sight is intoxicating.

The two of them have everything they need here with one another, so why the hell do they want me? It's a question that has been on repeat in my mind the last couple of days. Well, if I'm being truly honest it's been on my mind a lot longer than that, and paired with Lincoln's admission about them being exclusive with only me as the exception, it's pretty much all I can think about. Yet Logan's words hold me captive.

I want him more than I want my next fucking breath.

"What do you want from me?" I find myself asking, my voice barely above a whisper, but I know they hear it.

"I want you to fuck my mouth while Linc fucks my ass," Lo moans, leaning up on one hand and reaching for my belt, fumbling with the buckle to get it open. My breath catches in the back of my throat as he succeeds, and slips his hand inside my boxers and grips my cock. "Come on, Ash, I know you want to play with us, no more running remember?"

His words seem to instantly steal my nerves as I smile and repeat, "No more running."

I reach up slowly to unbutton my shirt, letting it fall open, then I carefully push down my pants to allow him to take my cock out fully, trying not to feel under scrutiny with both their eyes on me. Logan is distracting with his firm strokes up and down my shaft, but it's Lincoln's gaze that undoes me. He is looking at me like he has never seen me before, as his gaze travels down my torso, lingering slightly on my chest. I swear I feel his stare brushing against my skin, and when he draws his cock all the way out of Logan, I can't help but let my eyes fall. The sight of his cock hard and slick, pushing slowly back inside of Lo's ass, is the most erotic thing I have ever seen.

"Be a good boy and put him in your mouth, baby, I want to feel us both fucking you," Lincoln rasps, slowly rolling his hips, and from the sound of things, torturing Logan in the process.

"With pleasure," Logan purrs, leaning forward and swirling his tongue around the head of my cock, before sliding it into his mouth and making me groan.

The wet heat of his mouth sends me straight to heaven, and my hands slide from his chin to his hair, gripping it tight, and slowly thrusting further into his mouth. "Fucking hell, Lo," I curse, savoring the way his tongue glides along the underside of my shaft.

"Come on now, Dark Prince, you can do better than that. Fuck his mouth, he can take it," Lincoln commands, thrusting his own hips harder, forcing Logan's mouth further on my cock, and making him moan around my length.

Holy fuck.

This is unlike anything I have ever done, and I have fucked hundreds of women over the years, but none of them felt anything like this. Yet still my body heeds to Lincoln's command, as my hands grip Lo's head tighter, and I snap my hips a little rougher, hitting the back of his throat and sending me into a spiral.

Then we are both fucking him, owning, sharing him, and nothing has ever felt more right. My entire body is burning with need, my cock throbbing with desire, and Logan laps up every inch of it like he has never tasted anything better, while shoving his hips back roughly, and taking all of Lincoln's thickness inside of him.

Lincoln watches us both with dark, assessing eyes, his torso slick with sweat, groaning at the sight of my cock dipping in and out of Logan's mouth. He grabs Lo's hips and pounds into him at a ruthless pace, making him gag and moan on my dick, until my own gasps can't be contained. Then one of his hands is sliding up his spine until it can grip his shoulder, holding him tight enough to rut into him at a wicked pace, forcing tears down Logan's cheeks. And as if my hands have a mind of their own, one of them slides down Logan's head towards where Lincoln's rest on his shoulder. Of course the dark and brooding Superman is already watching me, baiting me, and when my fingers graze against his, he smirks.

"I always knew you wanted me, Dark Pri nce," he purrs, intertwining his fingers with mine, as his lust drenched voice licks up my spine until I feel like I am ready to explode.

I snort, forcing bravado I definitely don't feel into my tone, as I continue to pound my cock between Logan's lips. "Don't flatter yourself, Blackwell, I'm fucking his mouth, not yours," I snap, ignoring the fire his hand around mine brings.

This time he doesn't just smirk, he laughs, a dark and wicked sound that wraps around my heart as he exclaims, "Oh trust me I know, because when it's my cock down that pretty little throat of yours, you'll be on your knees, and the only flattery I'll accept is you swallowing my cum like a good boy."

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Logan groans around my cock at his words, tears still staining his cheeks from how rough we are being with him, but I can't stop. Not when his mouth feels so fucking perfect, not when Lincoln's words are screaming on repeat in my mind, begging for a rebuttal. One I can't give because now my throat aches for the taste of him, for the taste of Logan, and fuck I want them, I want them more I have ever wanted anything.

"You think I'm going to get on my knees for you, Blackwell?" I ask, knowing I would drop there without question, and that wicked smirk of his only grows.

"Oh I know you are, baby, now be a good boy and fill Logan's mouth like I know he is desperate for."

As if on cue, Logan takes my cock to the back of his throat and swallows, ripping a groan from deep in my chest as I begin to really fuck his mouth. There is no hesitancy like there was the last time, no, instead I am owning what I want, taking it, and enjoying every delicious fucking second.

"Fuck, Logan, your mouth," I grit, and his attempt at a flirty smirk while his mouth is stuffed with my cock is insane.

He drags my cock in and out a few times before he pulls back and gasps, "Always knew you'd taste so fucking sweet, my little psyc ho, now come for me." His plea is paired with the swirling and sucking of the head of my cock, his tongue trailing along the sensitive bit on the underside, before he sucks me back in deep.

"Fuck yes." My hips begin to snap, my hand ripping at his hair as I fuck his mouth almost violently, the feel of his tongue completely sinful.

My other hand is still wrapped around Lincoln's, connecting all three of us as one, just like it was always meant to be, and the realization hits me like a freight train. The base of my spine begins to tingle as my orgasm starts to build, and I know I'm not going to last much longer. Not with the feel of Logan's mouth, not with the sight of Lincoln's cock fucking him at the same time as me. No, it's too much, way too much, yet not enough, and when Lincoln slams into Logan again and forces his mouth to shove my cock even deeper down his throat, I am gone.

Cum spurts from my cock, spraying the back of Logan's throat as he continues to bob his head back and forth, not wasting a single drop. It's only when I stumble a little in my pleasured haze that he finally lets my cock fall from his mouth, and then Lincoln is dragging him back up. He uses the hold he still has on my hand to begin jerking Logan's cock rapidly, as he slams his lips against him, sharing my release across their tongues.

Logan's cock is hot and heavy in our hold as he thrusts up into our fists, but my focus is only on their mouths. On the way their tongues go to war with one another, the saltiness of my release stains their mouths, as they fight to get the final taste.

When Lincoln pulls back, his hand movements don't falter as he stares between us both. "You taste good on his tongue, Dark Prince, now make him come for me." Then his hand drops away, and I am jerking Logan alone while Lincoln fucks him.

The two of us work in tandem, matching one another's pace as Logan groans between us. "Oh my fucking god, yes, god yes, just lik e that," he moans, tipping his head back against Lincoln's shoulder, baring his neck to me.

My mouth goes dry at the sight of him, all worked up and so close to falling apart, that I can't help but lean forward and press my lips to the juncture of his throat, forcing his groan into a growl. I follow every sound that falls from his mouth, still fucking him with my fist, as my mouth trails up and down the skin of his neck with small open mouth kisses, my tongue barely teasing him.

"Fuck, Ash, I can't wait to feel that mouth around my cock," he whines, watching me from beneath pleasure-laced heavy lids. "I want to paint the back of your throat white and then bounce on your cock until I can't breathe," he gasps, and my fist works him even faster at the images he is painting in my mind.

"Is that what you want? For me to suck your cock, and then fuck you good and hard?" I ask, making both of them grunt, and Logan nods.

"I want everything with you, Ash," he admits freely, as my heart threatens to beat out of my chest at his words.

"Then do as Lincoln said, and be a good boy and come for us," I demand, just as Lincoln reaches up to grip him by the throat.

"Oh god," Logan screams, giving in to both of us, as Lincoln pounds into him at a relentless pace, and I work my hand even harder.

Then he is coming with a startled gasp, as white hot liquid covers my fist and bare stomach, but Lincoln doesn't relent. He keeps his hand around his throat and fucks him so hard that it both entices me and frightens me at the same time, yet I can't look away. Not from the blissed-out expression on Logan's pleasure-filled face, or the look of pure domination and lust on Lincoln's. He's fierce and unstoppable, and I see the moment he is about to come, because his jaw tightens, and the vein in his neck thr obs, before he throws his head back with a groan.

"Oh fuck," he grits, still rolling his hips, pumping Logan with every last drop of his cum, until he is completely spent and satisfied.

When he pulls back, he pushes Logan gently until he falls forward on the bed, then I watch in utter fascination as he uses his fingers to pump his ass, forcing any escaped cum back inside. Only when he is happy that none is going to waste, does he finally give up and drop down beside him on the sheets. Logan lazily leans over and steals another kiss from his lips, before dropping back onto his pillow and exhaling deeply.

They look comfortable and peaceful with one another, and suddenly I feel slightly awkward, and it's only my agreement with Logan about no running that keeps me in place. I silently take a step back, pulling up my pants and fastening them, before moving onto my shirt.

"You don't have to go," Logan grumbles, pushing up slightly as he notices my straightening up.

"Logan's right, you can stay, but only if you want to," Lincoln adds, watching me carefully, and I know he is silently trying to assess how I'm feeling, and I wish I knew myself so I could tell them both.

"No, I should go," I start slowly, not missing the disappointment in Logan's eyes, so I rush to add, "Helen is dropping Cassie off with me first thing in the morning, I've got her then until Elle and Marcus get back home next week, so I should try and get some sleep so I can keep up with her."

Lincoln smiles softly, reading between the lines that if I could have stayed, I would have, but it's Logan who laughs. "Good luck with that, my little psycho, that girl takes after both her parents and is going to run rings around you."

My own smile is instant at the thought of my daughter, at the love that these two both have for her. "Yeah, well, the world could us e more Elle Kings," I mutter, before taking a deep breath. "I'll see you both tomorrow?" My question lingers in the air, and Lincoln nods, but Logan is already pushing to his feet.

His lips are on mine before I can even stop him, but this kiss is different from the others, it's gentle and holds promise, before he pulls back and smiles. "See you tomorrow."

I nod before my eyes move back over to Lincoln, who is watching us closely, and for some reason I can't make myself go to him. I have a comfort with Logan from our years of friendship, that I just haven't reached with Lincoln yet. Logan makes it easy, he pushes against your boundaries and fights for what he wants, but Lincoln is like me. Quiet, reserved, so instead of stealing a kiss from him like I did with Logan, all I can do is turn and walk away.

The rest of the vacation I enjoy with my daughter, pretending I don't feel their lingering looks, the accidental touches during the day, and that I don't spend my nights wondering what they are doing without me between them. So I guess it's safe to say I am well and truly fucked with it comes to Lincoln Blackwell and Logan Royton.