Content Warning: Explicit Content

Moira's POV

"We should move somewhere more comfortable," Logan murmurs against my ear, his breath hot on my neck.

"The bedroom," I breathe, heat flooding through me at the suggestion.

Lucas's hands tighten on my waist. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." My voice comes out steadier than I feel. "I need both of you. Now."

Logan puts my bra back on, sweeps me into his arms, carrying me ...