Kir stopped, turned, and grabbed her hand. “I have an idea.” He dragged her towards the bedroom.

"So do I, and it involves a coffee mug and Gmail."

"Trust me, this is better.” He heard Logan splashing in the shower. Perfect . He pulled Jordan in behind him and closed the door. He picked her up and sat her down on the countertop, ignoring her pout. He leaned on the countertop, arms braced on either side of her body. “Choose."

"Um. Maxwell House?” She grinned up at him weakly.

He leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Choose. Do I suck Logan off, or do I fuck him?"

He saw her look over his shoulder and turned. Logan was staring at them and slowly stroking his erection.

She gulped and took a deep breath. Then she leaned in to whisper in his ear. He could feel her body trembling against him and he closed his eyes in gratitude. She was turned on. Her rich, feminine smell and her tiny, tell-tale shivers made him want to lick her all over. “If you fuck him and you both come, who will fuck me?"

Kir leaned back and matched her grin for grin.

Logan watched his two loves share identical heated grins, his hand stroking up and down his cock. Yum.

Looks like Kir wants to play and he's gotten Jordan to go along with it.

He relaxed back against the shower wall, content for the moment to let his lovers play with him. He'd sneaked out of bed late last night and reinforced the wards, just in case Jordan somehow “accidentally”

wiped them away again. Their home was as safe as he could make it.

Home.

His hand paused as Kir entered the shower with him. His free hand tangled in the damp strands of Kir's hair as Kir started nibbling at his neck.

He saw Jordan begin to remove her clothes, a wicked little smile on her face, and his heart lurched.

Yes. Home.

He moaned as Kir sank to his knees in front of him. He felt the wet swipe of Kir's tongue on the underside of his cock and shivered. He kept his eyes on Jordan, watching her reactions, letting her see his. Her skin was flushed, her breath coming faster as she watched Kir pleasure him with his tongue.

Kir sucked him down, taking him to the root, and the back of Logan's head hit the shower wall with a thump. He kept his eyes open through sheer force of will, wanting to watch Jordan, but it was a damn hard thing to do when Kir's tongue was lashing the head of his cock.

Kir took him back down his throat again, his eyes closed as he hummed in appreciation. Logan hissed at the added sensation, his hips thrusting forward in an involuntary movement. He pulled back, trying not to

choke Kir, but Kir pulled on both his hips and swallowed him down as far as he would go.

"Holy fuck.” Logan wasn't going to last long if Kir kept that up. He looked down to see Kir's heated gaze locked on his face as he pulled back slowly. His tongue felt incredible, his mouth wet and warm. He couldn't help himself; he grabbed the sides of Kir's head and slowly sank between those warm lips. “Are you gonna let me fuck you, babe?"

Kir shook his head.

"No?” Logan sank deeper, hitting the back of Kir's throat. “You want me to come in that pretty mouth?"

Kir nodded.

Logan turned his head and looked at Jordan through the fall of his wet hair as he slowly fucked Kir's mouth. She was playing with her nipples, staring at where the two men were joined, her eyes glazed with passion.

Logan grinned. “Jordan?"

She looked up and licked her lips.

"What do you want, sweetheart? Both of us, or one of us?"

"Huh?"

It was a good thing he had a hold of Kir's head, because Kir stopped moving. Logan didn't. “Should I come in Kir's mouth, or are you up for something different?” And she'd better decide soon, because Kir was engulfing his cock again, all the way ... Damn.

Jordan bit her lip, her gaze once more caught by the sight of him fucking Kir's mouth. “I want...” She cleared her throat. “I want to watch."

Logan's grin turned feral as he moved his hands. One went to the back of Kir's head, gathering the wet strands, moving him in a sure rhythm his hips matched.

The other gestured Jordan closer, and she came, her body moving like a wet dream. He reached out with his free hand and cupped her breast, rolling the nipple between two fingers.

Kir's fingers stroked past his perineum to stroke his hole, and Logan knew he wasn't going to be allowed to last much longer. He leaned to the side and took Jordan's nipple into his mouth just as Kir's finger entered his anus, fucking into him in sync with his mouth. He bit and nipped gently, enjoying Jordan's gasps. Her hands flew to his head, holding him in place. He matched his sucking to Kir's, moaning around her flesh as Kir found his prostate. He could feel his balls pulling up, the tingling down his spine signaling his impending orgasm.

When Kir hummed again he lost it, coming in his lover's mouth with a loud groan. He released Jordan's nipple, falling against the shower wall as Kir sucked him dry.

He collapsed in the tub as his knees gave out. “Shit, babe.” He laughed as Kir bent and gave him one last, long lick, the smug look on his face amusing as hell. He reached out and stroked Kir's cheek. “Love you, babe."

"Love you, too."

"I wanna watch you fuck Jordan now."

Kir looked up at Jordan, the look on his face hotter than any fire Logan had ever started. “My pleasure.” And he stood with a grace and power that had Logan shivering in renewed desire.

Jordan gulped as Kir slinked out of the shower, hard, hot cock dripping wet from the water and waving menacingly in front of him.

When he held up one hand and crooked his finger, she nearly ran for it. Some primal instinct inside her told her that this was more than just a fucking from two hot men; this was a claiming, the two of them forever putting their stamp on her.

Like they didn't do that last night.

She moved forward like a sleepwalker, knowing that they'd already claimed her whether they knew it or not. She stepped into Kir's open arms, enjoying the feel of him as he wrapped himself around her. “Do your worst, blondie."

The snort from the shower had her grinning up at Kir, easing the strange tension that had filled her at Kir's command. She looked past Kir to see Logan washing up, his cock already hardening as he ran the washcloth over his body. “Yeah, babe. Do your worst."

"Oh, I intend to."

Jordan gasped as Kir picked her up, put her on the counter and entered her in one long, slow thrust. By the time he was fully seated she would swear she could taste him in the back of her throat.

"Love you,” he whispered against her lips before taking her mouth the way he'd taken her body, slowly and thoroughly.

She kissed him back, pouring all of her love into it, trying to say without words what she knew he wanted to hear.

"Fuck!” Kir's mouth lifted from hers with a gasp, his hips stilling in mid-thrust. “Logan, warn me, damn it!"

"You didn't honestly think you two were going to have all the fun, did you?"

Kir frowned over his shoulder. Jordan saw Logan, really, really close behind Kir. Kir was quivering, his eyes closing on a sigh as Logan's hips rolled.

"Logan, are you...?"

He laughed huskily. “Hot, wet, blond sandwich. Lunchtime."

Jordan shook her head, her eyes wide. Kir moaned. He opened his eyes and she gasped; the pupils were pure white.

Logan bit down on Kir's neck and thrust inside him once, twice, as hard as he could, pounding into Kir's ass. The movement pushed Kir into her and she groaned, wrapping her legs as best she could around both men.

She put one arm around Kir's neck, the other around Logan's, and squeezed her vaginal muscles as hard as she could.