Free Fast and Furious by Trista Ann Michaels Page B

needed this. She needed them—all of them to make her forget just like Chase had this morning.
    “Just do it,” she whispered.
    Logan raised his eyelids and the lust she could see there in his dark blue eyes nearly made her knees buckle.
    “Just do what?” he asked.
    His voice was soft which completely belayed the anxious lust in his eyes and the tension she could feel in his body, despite the fact a good foot of space separated them. It was as though even the air around them was electrified with sexual tension.
    She moved closer and put her palm against his chest. The steady beat of his heart thumped against her hand as she tried to catch her breath.
    “Just take me.”
    Logan lowered his head and brushed his mouth over hers. Allie sighed and parted her lips, allowing him to slide his tongue into her mouth. He teased her tongue with his, exploring and playing, making her heart race with excitement. He kissed so much differently than she’d expected. He was gentle, coaxing and she’d expected dominating. She liked it … a lot.
    He broke the kiss and moved behind her, pressing his chest against her back. She frowned at him over her shoulder, then moved her gaze to Chase, who watched the two of them with a hungry look that made her catch her breath.
    Logan slid his hands around and cupped her breasts from behind. She sighed and arched her back, enjoying the feel of his palms as he squeezed and pinched at her nipples. They moved from her breasts, sliding lower over her tense stomach. She tilted her head to the side and Logan lowered his mouth to gently nip at the side of her neck.
    His lips were warm and soft as they moved up, then down to the bend of her neck. Blaine kept his gaze locked on them as well and the audience made her even hotter. Logan’s hands dropped lower and moved between her legs to cup her aching sex. She moaned and let her legs spread apart more, allowing him even better access to that part of her that literally throbbed with need.
    “I can make you forget,” Logan purred in her ear and she trembled as his voice washed over her like hot honey. “We all can.”
    Allie gasped at the image of three men showering her with attention. She’d been with two, enjoyed two. She’d never tried three and the possibility made her even wetter.
    “I bet you’re wet, aren’t you, sweetheart,” Logan murmured as he unbuttoned her jean shorts and slid his hands inside.
    She didn’t wear underwear beneath them and was glad she’d chosen not to put any on. The feel of his fingers separating her wet labia made her moan in delight. Wow, she could come just from him doing this. She loved the feel of his fingers as they slid through her juices, brushing across her clit and teasing the opening to her channel.
    Chase’s and Blaine’s eyes on her while Logan pleasured her brought out an inner wild streak she didn’t realize she had. She liked having the audience, for now. Eventually, she would want them to join in the fun.
    “Slide these off,” Logan commanded softly as he tugged at the waistband of her shorts with one hand. “Let them see this hot, wet pussy.”
    With trembling fingers she pushed them over her hips and let them fall to the floor. She loved Logan’s deep, sexy voice as he gave her his commands. Her knees were so weak, she wasn’t sure she would be able to hold herself up much longer.
    Logan put his hand beneath her thigh and helped her place one foot on the bumper of the Corvette. The cool air of the shop hit her shaved pussy and she drew in a deep, steadying breath. Blaine pushed away from the truck and came to stand in front of her as Logan lifted her shirt over her head. Her bra was the only thing left and Logan made quick work of that as well, throwing it across the bay to God knows where and at the moment, she couldn’t care less.
    “Blaine’s a breast man,” Logan murmured as he lifted one of her breasts, silently offering it to him.
    Allie watched as Blaine dipped his head and