~ Savannah’s POV ~

“Where do you want us?” Logan teases, his finger is still in my mouth.

“In me,” I say, rolling my tongue around his finger, causing him to groan.

“Fúck,” he cusses. He looks down at me and rubs his large hand across my flat stomach.

Meanwhile, Harlan grasps each of my cheeks in his large hands, his thumbs caressing my rosebud, making me moan again.

"When do you want us?" Harlan has the nerve to keep teasing me too.

“Now!” I beg. “Please!”

The words are barely out of my mouth before their boxers go flying, and the next thing I know, their rock-hard lengths are...