Free Stay With Me by Maya Banks Page B

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    She ran for him, Rhys chasing behind her. He grinned as she launched herself into his arms.
    Logan gathered her close and whirled her around, placing his back between her and Rhys.
    “This is a switch,” he said with a laugh. “Usually it’s you running for Rhys.”
    She shrieked when Rhys ducked around him and made a grab for her waist. Logan hoisted her over his shoulder and playfully shoved at Rhys.
    He headed for the water, his hand cupped possessively over her ass.
    “Logan, no!” she exclaimed when she figured out his intent. “Rhys, help!”
    Rhys died laughing. “Oh, now you want my help. Weren’t you running from me a minute ago? Sorry, sweetheart. You’re on your own.”
    Logan smacked her on the behind and waded into the water. She wiggled and squirmed as she tried to extricate herself from his grip. Finally she stopped fighting and started pleading.
    “I can’t believe you’d be so mean,” she said in exasperation. “I ran to you for help!”
    He allowed her body to slide down his until her lips were in line with his own, but still he held her, her toes just dipping into the surf. He waded deeper as he kissed her.
    “Yes, you did, and I helped. Do you see Rhys anywhere?”
    “Beast,” she muttered.
    He nipped at her bottom lip just before he launched himself forward like a tree toppling in the forest. They landed in the water, his arms curled protectively around her body.
    She came up with him, sputtering for air, her frown murderous even as laughter gleamed in her eyes.
    “Oh darn, now we both need a shower,” he said innocently.
    She wiped her hair from her eyes then laughed. “You are so pathetic.”
    “No, I just really, really love what you do to me in the shower.” He nearly groaned when his entire body tightened.
    “Well, you’re carrying me back, because I’m not getting all that sand caked on my wet body.”
    He reached down and plucked her out of the water. She landed with a thump against his chest, and he grinned down at her. “I think Rhys has a good idea what I’m up to. Seems he’s disappeared. Maybe he’s warming up the shower.”
    “And maybe he wants what you’ve been getting,” she said in a teasing voice.
    “Oh, there’s no doubt about that, baby. He’d be a damn fool not to.”
    Logan picked up his pace, hurrying across the sand and to the pathway leading to the hotel. The little tease had taken to joining him in the shower and giving certain portions of his anatomy very personal attention. It almost made him want to start taking three or four a day for that very reason.
    He also made it a point to pay her back in very creative fashion.
    A few minutes later, he burst into their suite, and sure enough, the shower was running. Only Rhys, the bastard, was already in it. He started to turn and go into the other bathroom with Catherine, but she grinned and slid out of his arms.
    She leaned up on tiptoe to kiss him. “Give me five minutes. Poor Rhys is probably feeling neglected. He’ll be out shortly and then you can come wash me.”
    She sashayed toward the shower, her ass swaying, that tiny little string of her thong rubbing erotically between those delectable cheeks.
    “Goddamn Rhys,” he groaned as his cock grew even harder.
    Catherine opened the shower door to find Rhys standing under the spray, eyes closed, his hand curled around his engorged cock.
    “Expecting me?” she asked huskily.
    He opened his eyes and stared at her, lust tightening his features. She stepped forward, leaving the stall open so Logan could see the two of them and anticipate the fact that he was next.
    There was a degree of naughtiness in what she planned. The idea of sucking off both men in the shower filled her with evil glee. But more enticing than that was the knowledge of what they’d do to her afterwards.
    When Rhys reached to turn off the water, she put a hand on his wrist.
    “Leave it,” she murmured.
    She stripped off her bikini then shook out her hair before