Retreat Hell! She Just Got Here (3 page)

Logan met the snapping fire in her black eyes. They were the color of midnight, the velvety, sweet spot of night.
Oh, what the hell
…. “Dare.”

Still leaning against his friend, she clapped her hands together. The playfulness stretched the scars around Logan’s heart.

“I dare you to kiss me.” Her throaty whisper hitched just the barest moment on the last word. His gut jerked at the challenge. He hadn’t kissed a woman, not even Rochelle, since before the accident. She’d always seemed repulsed by the muscle atrophy that turned the left side of his face into a permanent frown, the pity in her expression whenever she turned at the last moment to kiss his right cheek, never his left.

Jasmine however, reflected only anticipation, humor and breathless wonder. Did the night free her to such abandon?
Is she always like this
? He found himself hoping—actually hoping—that the answer combined the two.

Zach’s hand grazed along the gentle swell of her hip and Logan’s gaze wandered over her curves before he lifted his right hand and beckoned her with a finger. If she wanted a kiss, she had to come and get it.

A challenge.

A gauntlet.

Damned if she didn’t circle around Zach toward him. She planted one hand near his plate and the other feathered down to touch his left shoulder. Anticipation twisted through his gut, nobody touched his scars, but the heat of it pushed right through the fabric, digging deep into the scar tissue to spread warmth tumbling against the strange squeeze around his heart.

He lifted his chin a fraction in invitation. Her sinful, pink tongue flicked out to moisten her lips. A perfect cupid’s bow. A year ago, he would have urged it down to his cock. Hell, he was considering that now.

Her warm breath teased his face. He smelled the sweetness of her perfume, some flowery combination that reminded him of sultry, hot Texas nights. It seemed eons passed between the dip of her head until the moment her lips caressed the corner of his mouth.

The left corner.

The damaged and permanently scarred corner.

A jolt speared him as her tongue stroked over the scar tissue. She kissed him slowly, a symphony of light, erotic sensations. He opened for her and sucked the flavor inside. The cold, practical part of his mind snorted at the clack of teeth. Hardly the kiss of an expert, but when he dared explore deeper, a shiver of awareness rippled over his skin, awakening long dormant needs.

Warm, wet heat flooded his joints, but his cock remained ever quiet, unmoved. He gave into the temptation to cup her face with his hands, fingers stroking the smoothness of her cheek. She didn’t pull away and the kiss ended as slowly as it began, with nuzzling sweetness along his scars. Her gentle retreat brushed her nose against his and he steeled himself for the revulsion—or worse, the pity—he would see in her, but her heavy-lidded black eyes offered no hint of condolence.

“Wow,” she murmured, and dropped a warm kiss near the corner of his eye. “Can I dare you again?”

The rusty sound of laughter wheezed out of his chest. “No, you have to wait.”

Just beyond her head, Zach gave him two thumbs up. Thumbs that he immediately tucked back into his pockets as she straightened, giving Logan an eyeful of her breasts. The twin globes strained above the plunging neckline, swelling like two ripe apples, flushed to pink with need.

Logan wanted to run his fingers down the sweet V, caress the heat of her skin and roll the weight of the pert, round nipples tenting the silk fabric with his fingers. But he leashed that desire. “You need to dare Zach.”

Fortunately for all of them, she dared Zach to sing. The dirty and faintly insulting lyrics of Rodney Carrington’s
Put Your Clothes Back On
and country twang sent her into gales of laughter.

Zach dared her next to eat from his fingers.

Logan never imagined that watching another man feed a woman could be so erotic. Every time she took a bite or licked the juice from Zach’s fingers, Logan’s skin tightened. The next dare stripped Zach of his shirt and forced a pectoral dance. Not Logan’s favorite activity to watch, but her unabashed reaction created a cocktail of sexy humor.

He’d been content with the game until the kiss. A kiss he considered daring her to repeat, only straddling his quiet lap the second time around. But his cock wasn’t interested and hadn’t been in a long time. The nerve damage combined with fire and trauma seemed to have permanently emasculated him. Yet the daring promise in her midnight gaze beckoned him to try. He’d passed previously.

Not this time
.

“I dare you,” Logan began, spitting the words out before he could design a strategic retreat from the conversation, “To let
me
peel those sexy, red panties off you.”

Yeah, he wanted those panties. The provocative glimpse when she perched up on the chair sparked the first sensation of heat in his gut that he’d felt in months. Besides, Zach’s cock was all but ready to burst from his pants.
Might as well help a brother out
.

“Here?” she asked, but Logan shook his head and pointed to the sofa. She pivoted neatly on her bare feet, giving him a fine view of her rounded ass as she strolled toward the sofa. He rose, ignoring the stiff hitch of his left leg and forced himself to walk without a limp. The skin pulled tight, the scarring around his knee and hip inhibiting mobility, but even limited he could still move and he hadn’t spent months in a physical therapist’s merciless hands for nothing.

Zach retreated to the chair in the living room. They were done with dinner. Jasmine leaned against the sofa, her legs stretched out in front of her, and feet propped against the floor, toes pointed as though a ballerina, but Logan concentrated on the rapid rise and fall of her breasts.

The dare stimulated her and pleasure uncurled a fist around his heart. He might not be able to fill her with a cock, he’d have to leave that sweet task to Zach, but he could still enjoy getting her ready. She reached for her skirt as though to roll it up, but Logan shook his head.

“Hands off,” he murmured. “I said let
me
take them off.”

Her smile grew and her chest hitched a one-two beat before she put her hands on the back of the sofa. Nodding his approval, Logan lowered himself, a slow, halting kneel that shot an ache racing up his spine, but he ignored the pain. He wanted to be down there, he could already smell the musk of her, the salty, tang of moistness that beckoned.

Mouth dry, he steadied on his right knee and drifted his hands over her hips. The silk fabric scraped the scars on his left palm, but he found the slit that opened over her thigh and inch by inch, slid the skirt up.

The scrap of red splashed color that contrasted with her honeyed skin. Heat licked up his palms and a blush pinkened her skin just above the delicate lace, a beautiful compliment of sweet and sexy. He’d intended to hook his thumbs and tug the scrap down, but proximity gave him another idea.

He spared a glance down at his groin.
If there was ever a time to wake up, this is it
. He grazed his mouth along the waistline of the panties and her breath hitched. Skimpy fabric plastered her sweet flesh, but he found the skin just below the elastic band and sampled butterscotch and a hint of apricots.

She’d mentioned a spa earlier. A massage.

Tracing a path to her right hip, he wondered if it was edible massage oil. Closing his teeth over the silk clinging to her hip, he drew it down. Sweet, hot, damp sex filled his nostrils. Between his thighs, his cock quivered.

A quiver
.

A single, brief sensation stirred the flaccid length. Biting down, Logan ripped the panties and she gasped, but he didn’t pause, sweeping across her abdomen to the left side. A hint of curl teased his tongue as he passed close to the apex of her thighs. She wasn’t waxed there.

A second quiver joined the first, his balls tightening as though one of her soft palms cupped him.

Think about her, think about the taste of her
. He laved at the butterscotch-kissed skin until he found the second seam. Only then did he lift his gaze upward to follow the exquisite curves of her torso and see the raw desire shimmering on her face.

He held her eyes as he ripped the second seam. The fabric slipped downward, baring the dark V of curls. He nudged her thighs apart and lapped a gentle kiss down to the pink lips that barely peeked between the curls. Sweet cream filled his mouth and her moan jerked another reaction from his cock.

A real jerk.

He slid his tongue around the hard, swollen clit he couldn’t see. Her legs buckled, thighs parting. The red scrap drifted to the floor between them. Grinning, he gave the precious button a long, sucking kiss until her hands gripped his shoulders and she braced her ass to keep her from falling.

The low, keening cry of her orgasm was music to his ears and a smile creased the scars on his face when he leaned back. She tasted delicious. He could dine on her for months. Her raw, open reaction stirred more life in him than he’d experienced since the roadside bomb ended his career, his passion and damn near took his life.

“Your turn.” He glanced up the flushed length of her, barely recognizing the husky sound as his own voice, her scent drugging his senses.

“Actually,” Zach leaned over the sofa, grinning. “It’s mine.”

***

Zach needed to send that Madame Eve person about two dozen roses, maybe some chocolates and whatever the hell else might be the appropriate gift for giving someone back his best friend. In the two hours since Jasmine arrived, Logan—his Logan—returned to fill out the shell of the man who’d woken up in the German hospital bed nine months before. Not even taking his first real steps afterward had filled the man with life.

No, this is all her
.

His gaze whisked over her dewy face, parted lips and the rapid rise and fall of her chest. He grinned broader. He’d been at attention since she’d walked in, but right then, he could kiss every single toe on her foot. She’d made Logan smile. She’d kissed his scarred face and she’d come apart with his mouth on her.

Zach could worship her like a goddess just for that. Propping his elbows on the sofa, he’d damn near came all over himself watching her orgasm. Her reactions were so real her surprise mixing with want, need mingling with desire. No artifice. No posing.

His woman.

No. He cocked an eyebrow at Logan’s lazy grin.
Our woman
.

Stealing a glance down her length to the downy, black fur between her thighs, his cock flexed. He wanted to taste her, but right then all he wanted was to be balls deep, driving into the wet heat and filling her to the brim. He wanted to drive into her until she screamed and then he wanted to come. Bareback would be preferable, but he had plenty of condoms.

They could work up to the rest.

“So, truth?” He stroked a finger down the length of her arm, enjoying the quiver of flesh and the wide-eyed stare she cast in his direction.

“It’s truth or dare.” She licked her lips.

He chuckled, continuing the lazy trace of his fingers. He loved the smoothness of her skin, the warmth, the definition. Every muscle defined without an ounce of spare flesh. If God set out to build a perfect woman, He’d struck gold with Jasmine.

“Yeah, I know. But I want you to pick truth.”

“Truth, then.” Her voice whispered across him. He wished she’d dared him to strip his pants earlier. The lack of shirt hardly bothered him. But his pants threatened to geld him.

“Do you really want to have sex with us?” Careful to use the word us, he didn’t miss Logan’s narrowed eyes or the laser beam stare he focused on her face. “Both of us, together, apart, at the same time, one at a time, however we want to have you?”

Zach wanted the answer. He needed the answer. She seemed to enjoy his attention, but her interest focused on Logan.
If she wants Logan by himself, I’m out
. His cock protested, but he ignored it. The night was about Logan.

Truth be told, it was about Logan and Jasmine now, but whatever she wanted, Zach and Logan would both give it to her.

“Yes,” she murmured, so low he barely heard her.

“Yes?” He trailed his fingers to her collarbone, stroking the pulse point where her neck met her shoulder. It pounded beneath his fingertips. “Yes to what?”

“Just yes. Together. Apart. One at a time. At the same time. I want to have sex with both of you.” Absolute, unabashed honesty filled her tone and her skin turned rosy. He loved that blush.

The most sensual creature he’d ever encountered, he hoped she never stopped doing it. She blushed prettier than a high school cheerleader being asked out on her first date. Glancing at Logan, Zach shifted along the back of the sofa to let his hand rub in slow circles down beneath the fabric of her dress. His palm grazed a pointed nipple and the round suppleness of her breast filled his hand.

Perfect.

“You heard that, right Logan? She said both of us.”

Logan’s pleasant surprise snapped the last doubt in Zach’s mind. “She did.”

Massaging her breast, Zach leaned forward and caught her mouth in an open, wet, hot kiss. He thrust his tongue inside, mirroring the desire of his cock to be buried there. He could imagine sliding his cock between her lips, holding her hair as he pounded toward release. But time for that later. He had tighter, wetter ideas in mind.

He found the clasp on the back of her dress and released it, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger as the fabric whispered downward. He sensed more than saw Logan peeling the dress off and then she was nude, completely, gloriously naked, her body everything the dress promised from the supple curves of her breasts to the narrow, flat plane of her belly.

Breaking the kiss, he glanced up. “New plan. We need the bedroom.”

“Agreed.” Logan surged to his feet, scooping her up. Her bottom lifted to Zach’s eye level and he nipped one cheek.
I’m not going to last
.

Logan barely limped as he carried her into the bedroom. Zach grabbed the condoms out of his back pocket and tossed his wallet onto the coffee table before crowding right behind them.