17. Logan

The last thing I expected when I let myself into Nate's apartment on a weekend morning was to find a scantily-clad Carly making coffee in his kitchen. But it wasn't an unwelcome sight, even if the implications of it sent my brain in a bit of a tailspin.

She didn't fit into Nate's shirt, since he was such a scrawny bastard, so she wore it open. Her face was turned from me, but I could see her body from the doorway from which I'd stopped to gawk, the black bra and panties she had on underneath the button-up she'd presumably grabbed from my brother's floor. Fuck, but she was even prettier than I remembered her. Our impromptu couch hookup had all happened so fast, I hadn't given myself nearly enough time to just look at her, all lush curves and ample softness that had my cock twitching to life in my pants.

I'd shown up to Nate's place to grab some paperwork for the restaurant. Nate had the contract work forms for the consulting firm I'd hired when we were thinking of rebranding Forge, and since tax season was around the corner, I needed them. But all thoughts of business exited my brain when Carly was around. She hummed to herself, clearly enjoying her lazy morning as she poured coffee into two of Nate's ceramic mugs. Luckily, she wasn't holding either of them aloft when I strode into the kitchen and surprised her.

"You're in the wrong apartment, gorgeous," I half-growled as I came near her. "But the kitchen makes sense, I think, since you look good enough to eat."

"Logan," she gasped out, her whole body flushing, right down to the line of her panties. I imagined tugging them down to expose the tantalizing dark curls underneath. Maybe I'd go to my knees before her and spread her legs apart so I could feast on her at last. "I… this isn't?—"

"What it looks like?" I guessed. She grimaced, then laughed nervously.

"Okay, yeah, that's what I was going to say. But… I guess that's not true. It's exactly what it looks like. Um. Sorry?" She winced, and there was almost an implied, Are you mad at me? behind it.

Sure, if I'd learned that my fun, charming playboy of a brother had slept with a woman I was interested in at any other time in the past few decades, I might have been pissed. I liked to think that I would have gotten over it, would have chosen Nate over any woman who could have come between us, but I definitely would have tried to kick his ass about it first. But right now, seeing Carly relaxed and maybe a little wobbly on her feet after what must have been good sex, barely dressed and looking scrumptious and ripe for the biting, I couldn't bring myself to care. Hell, it almost turned me on more to know she was following her libido even if I wasn't around, letting two different men worship her sexually like she deserved. She was putting her latent power to good use.

I strode across Nate's shiny tile floor toward Carly. She backed up, clearly taking the dark expression on my face to mean something scary, and only stopped when she bumped into the counter with a yelp. I kept approaching, though, not stopping until I could grab the counter on either side of her full hips, caging her in my arms.

"Are you sorry?" I asked her, my voice low and gravelly. "Or do you not regret getting fucked by my brother at all, actually? You don't look like a woman who regrets last night."

Carly's breath caught. "I… I don't regret it. I just?—"

I cut off her attempted explanation by leaning in to whisper in her ear. "Good. Don't regret it. That's a useless emotion. The real question is, are you looking to go again?"

I lowered my head to her neck and kissed her there, breathing in her scent, still earthy and warm like sex. She sighed as I teased her with my mouth, my beard scraping in a way I knew she couldn't resist. Pressing into her, wanting our bodies to be flush and naked and sweating together as soon as possible, I surprised her with a tiny bite where her neck met her shoulder. She gasped, but her hand came around to slide its way into my back jeans pocket, and she gripped my ass as hard as she could manage. She was just as into this as I was.

It was wrong, and that only made it hotter. We were in Nate's kitchen. Nate, my brother, was just in the other room, maybe hoping for his own round two after Carly brought him coffee in bed. But I was here, and my hardening cock just wanted to turn Carly around and bend her over the counter. Another quick, hard fuck to get it out of my system before I slowed it down later, when the two of us could be alone. Maybe we could spend a whole day testing how many times she could come for me—on my hands, my tongue, my cock.

"Ah, so that's where my coffee went." Nate's voice cut through behind me, and Carly gasped, taking her hand out of my pocket. I paused for a second from kissing Carly's smooth neck, but I didn't turn around or release her, pressing my front even closer to keep her with me.

"Little busy, little brother," I said gruffly. "Get your own damn coffee. There's a drive-thru down the road."

Nate's laugh was so normal, so unbothered. "I don't know. Maybe now I kinda want to skip ahead to my breakfast. Carly, do you wanna come on my tongue or my cock again first?"

Carly yelped but made no attempt to answer the unserious question. I could hear the gears of her brain working in overdrive, trying to think and not having much luck while I was still pressed against her, doing such a thorough job of seducing her to the dark side.

"Might be difficult, Nate, because I'm about to fuck her. I'm thinking from behind, hard and fast. Just like you liked it before, right, Carly?"

"Fuck," she let out on a breathless whisper, and that sound finished the job of making me fully hard. I was practically bursting out of my zipper. I rocked my hips forward, pressing the bulging presence of my cock against Carly's belly. She moaned, and I grinned.

"Hey, here's a thought." Nate's lazy voice broke into the horny haze I was working up again. "Tag team. See how many orgasms we can wring out of her. How'd you like that, Carl?"

It was a joke. I knew, logically, that it was a joke. But why did he sound so interested in the idea on some kind of real level? And why was I not opposed to it, either? Hell, just the thought of witnessing Carly taking two dicks like a champ only made me ten times more attracted to her, her power, her self-assuredness. It almost made more sense that she'd be suited to more than one man, since she was such a multifaceted woman.

Before Carly could catch her breath long enough to answer Nate's question, though, my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was squished between my body and Carly's, so it vibrated my whole leg. I checked the screen, cursing the invention of the cell phone as I read the reminder about my meeting with our accountant in an hour. A reminder that I really, really needed to let go of Carly and get those stupid, godforsaken tax forms.

I gave Carly a swift kiss on her mouth before I turned away, switching to business mode even with a raging hard-on in my pants.

"Now's not the time to discuss group sex we may or may not want to have with Carly. I've got a busy day, and I can't afford to enjoy a second of it. So, Nate," I told my brother in a simple, clipped tone, "About those tax forms…"