Tonight

It must have been hours later when she woke again. She was lying on her back, the quilt pooled around her waist, her head turned slightly to the side facing the fire as her red hair spilled across the rug and about her shoulders. The fire had died a little...only a few tongues of flame licked quietly at the logs, and when she turned her head slowly to look at the ceiling, most of the room was bathed in shadow...leaving only a circle of dim firelight on the rug where she rested languidly. She could hear Logan's deep, sleeping breaths on the couch behind her, and she turned her head toward him...suddenly startled to see Remy's glittering eyes open and fixed on her from where he lay on his side behind her.

Their eyes met in silence for a moment, then Remy's lips curved in a slow smile. "Did I wake you, chère?" he whispered.

Jean smiled back drowsily. "No...why? What were you doing?"

"Watching you sleep," he replied softly. "An' wondering if you were cold, since de fire has died down."

Jean thought about this, then realized that the cold was what had awakened her. "I guess I am, a little," she admitted. "It gets cold in here awfully quick."

Remy's smile widened, and he lifted a corner of his blanket invitingly. "Would you like to share wit' me?" he asked. "I promise not to tell your amour."

Jean regarded him for a second, trying to judge whether he was teasing or not, then she decided he was just being nice and she smiled in return. "Okay, as long as you promise not to tell Scott," she said. "But why don't you come over here, closer to the fire?"

"I t'ought you would never ask," Remy whispered with a soft laugh. He pushed back his covers and stood up for a second, his lithe, athletic form silhouetted by the flames as he reached for the poker. He stood over Jean, stirring the embers and coaxing them into life once more...they flared up hungrily, and Remy replaced the poker, then laid down next to Jean, pulling her quilt over both of them and adding his own on top.

"Ah, dat's much better," he whispered. He lay on his side, snuggled up against her with his head propped in one hand, leaning on his elbow as he looked over her head at the fire. She found herself looking up at him, studying the profile of his chin, and the way the firelight danced over his handsome face and unusual eyes. He glanced down at her, his expression dark and unreadable, then he gave her that charming, little-boy smile that banished all the shadows lurking in his face. Jean smiled back, enjoying the warmth of his chest against her arm, his long legs brushing lightly against her bare ones as they enjoyed each other's company in silence.

"Can I ask you somet'ing, chère?" Remy said suddenly.

"Of course, Remy," she replied. "What is it?"

"Are you sure you won't get angry?"

"Why would I?"

Remy pondered this, then he looked at her with a studied expression. "Are you happy wit' Scott?" he asked.

Jean's brows drew together in surprise. "Of course I am!"

"You answer too quickly, chère," Remy laughed lightly.

"That's only because it's true. I don't even have to think about it," she replied. She wasn't angry, just surprised...what would have prompted Remy to ask such a thing?

Remy still looked mildly amused. "You are happy wit' him, non? Even when he will not...experiment?"

"Oh, that..." Jean laughed quietly and turned her head away, watching the sparks leap lightly up the chimney. "I probably shouldn't have said anything about that..."

"Why?" Remy asked. "Because you are ashamed for him...or because you are ashamed for yourself?"

"Why in the world should I be ashamed?"

"Because of your love...a love dat binds you to a man dat consistently bores you," Remy replied.

Jean stared at him in shock, her mouth open in surprise as she tried to think of something to say...but Remy only chuckled quietly and closed her mouth with one slender finger. "Do not fret, chere...you are not de first to confuse love wit' passion. Dey are two separate t'ings...but unfortunately, most of you étrangers have difficulty telling dem apart." He sighed expressively, his eyes unconsciously drifting from her face, down the smooth line of her neck and over the breasts concealed by Logan's shirt. "It is your great folly, I t'ink...an' your great curse."

"Étrangers," Jean said, testing the unfamilar word on her tongue. "What does that mean?"

"Outsiders," Remy replied. "It's the name we give anyone not from New Orleans...anyone dat is an Anglo." He smiled at her, his eyes once more locking with hers. "Anyone dat's not Cajun or Creole, basically."

"Oh," she said softly. She watched him in silence, studying the handsome contours of his face, then smiled with a teasing glint in her eye. "So all of us outsiders are doomed to a life of passionless, vanilla sex, simply because we can't separate love from passion...is that right?"

"Dat's it exactly," Remy said. He grinned at her in the darkness, the dancing flames reflected in his eyes giving him a devilish gleam. "I give you an example, non?"

"Okay."

"Take Logan dere," Remy said, looking over his shoulder at Logan's quietly slumbering form. "He wants you, desperately...an I t'ink you want him too, non? Do you love each other? Perhaps not...but de passion is dere nonetheless."

"That's really not something I want to talk about, Remy," Jean snapped softly. She could feel a hot blush staining her cheeks, and she hoped it wouldn't be noticeable by the light of the fire.

"Chère?"

"What?"

Remy's eyes softened as he looked at her. "Remember what I said earlier, about tonight?" He studied her carefully, his smile gentle. "Tonight is tonight an' tomorrow is tomorrow...an' anyt'ing we talk about tonight stays here."

She met his eyes steadily, thinking about his words while the fire snapped and popped beside them, and then her lips curved in a slow smile. "There is something magical about a night like this, isn't there, Remy?" she whispered. "It's as if you and me and Logan were the only people left on earth."

"Exactement," Remy said softly. "Dat is what it means...tonight we are de only ones on earth, or at least de only ones dat matter."

Jean thought of Logan then, the way he looked at her sometimes when he thought no one was looking, and her smile faltered a little. "Sometimes I wish it were that easy, Remy."

"It is dat easy, chère," he said. "If you had never met Scott...if dere was no one dat you loved to stand in your way, would you hesitate for an instant where Logan was concerned?"

Jean was silent for a moment, then she smiled ruefully and shook her head. "No, I wouldn't hesitate at all," she confessed softly.

"Den why don't you let yourself go, jus' dis once?" Remy whispered.

She looked at him, her eyes suddenly soft and pleading. "Because it's not just Logan," Jean murmured quietly. "It's me...wondering if I could be happy with someone other than Scott...wondering if sex can be more than it is with Scott..." She closed her eyes, turning her head away from Remy's face. "And then I hate myself for thinking these things," she added softly.

Remy said nothing for a long, silent moment, then she felt him press a little closer, one gentle hand reaching over to caress her cheek. "Would you like to find out?" he whispered softly, his breath warm against her ear.

Her eyes opened again slowly, but she kept perfectly still, enjoying the feel of his hand on her cheek but determined not to let him know. "Find out what?" she asked, her voice little more than a breathless murmur.

"What sex is like wit'out Scott," Remy said softly.

Her head snapped back to face his, her eyes wide with shock. "What did you say?" she stammered.

Remy's eyes were dark, his lips curved in a slow smile. "I never told you what my secret fantasy was, did I?" he asked, his fingers slipping along the smooth silk of her cheek and down to her neck, where he traced his thumb lightly over the tiny pulse that beat there. Jean didn't move...everything about it seemed so strange, so devoid of reason...but there was no denying the traitorous response of her body. She could feel her nipples growing hard beneath the soft rub of her shirt's flannel, brought on only by the soft, stroking caress of Remy's thumb against her skin...and she swallowed hard, trying to meet Remy's eyes steadily.

"You said you would tell us in the morning," she breathed softly. Remy's smile deepened, and he leaned up on his elbow again, his head tilted over hers as he watched the play of emotions across her face.

"Maybe I should tell you now," he whispered. "After all, tonight is tonight..."

"And tomorrow is tomorrow," Jean finished for him. They laughed quietly together, then his expression grew serious again as he watched his hand slide further down her body, over her shoulder, the fingers just brushing the soft rise at the top of her breast.

"Let us pretend," Remy murmured. "Let us pretend deredere is no Scott, an' dere is only you an' me tonight...well, an' our slumbering ami over dere," Remy added, cocking his head toward Logan's sleeping form. Jean giggled in spite of herself, and Remy laughed softly with her...then she gasped as he surprised her by burying his face against her neck and pressing a warm, secret kiss to her skin. Her nipples tightened even more, and she closed her eyes, unable to meet Remy's gaze as he lifted his head again.

"Remy..." she whispered, feeling the need to make some token gesture of resistance...but then she felt his fingers on the buttons of her shirt, nimbly unfastening them one by one.

"Oui, ma chère..." he breathed. She lay still and breathless as he finished undoing her shirt, then he spread it open with reverent hands, exposing her breasts to the warm light of the fire. She stiffened slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips as his warm hands closed over both breasts, caressing them gently. Remy leaned forward, and she gasped as his tongue flicked from his mouth, swirling across the taut, strained pink of her nipple. He laughed softly and pulled back the quilt, covering her body under his with a swiftness that astonished her...then his hands sank into the thick, coiling softness of her hair, and he held her head in his hands as he raised up and leaned over her face.

"You never told me what your fantasy was," Jean whispered.

"Since de day we met, I wanted to make love to you, chère," Remy replied...and then his lips closed over hers.

Jean arched her back a little, opening her mouth against his without needing to be coaxed, and his tongue darted in and teased her wonderfully. She could taste the smoke of his cigarettes, and somehow that excited her more...he shifted his body slightly, coming to rest between her legs and pressing his hardening erection against her nakedness. It felt intoxicating...she spread her legs wider, wrapping them around his and letting her feet slip lightly over the skin of his thighs, and he slid down lower, cupping her breasts in his hands.

She lifted her head slightly, watching the top of his tousled brown hair with half-closed eyes as Remy flicked his tongue across her nipple. "You taste très merveilleux," he murmured against her skin...he pinched her nipples lightly between his finger and thumb, rolling them slightly, then he leaned close and took one into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder as he used his tongue to tease it as well as his lips. She threw back her head, rocking her pelvis against the erection she could feel through his boxers, and when he tested the sensitive flesh of her nipple with his teeth she cried out softly, praying that she wouldn't wake Logan but unable to be silent anymore.

"Like fine wine," he whispered. Remy knelt up, taking Jean's arms and gently freeing her from the sleeves of Logan's shirt. He tossed it into the shadows beyond the fire, then leaned forward with his arms to either side of her and raked his eyes over her body lasciviously. "I don' t'ink I've ever seen anyt'ing so beautiful," he said...his tongue darting over his lips as he caressed her smooth, naked skin with his eyes. He began to lower himself down the length of her body, his hands leaving gentle trails over her skin as he kissed her between her breasts, then the smooth, quivering tautness of her stomach. She ran her hands over his shoulders as he slid lower...her eyes closed, head thrown back as she sighed beneath his fingers. She could feel his lips pressed against her skin, the warmth of his breath, and he flicked his tongue inside her navel and startled a giggle from her lips. Then Remy's hands slid down her waist, holding her briefly as he slipped lower, kissing her gently on the soft, red curls of her pubic hair.

His hands slid over her thighs, spreading them further apart gently, and she jumped as he lowered his head and pressed another soft kiss to the slit of her nether lips. A kiss first to the inside of one slender thigh, then the other...and then he buried his face between her legs, sliding his hands underneath her as he gripped her hips tightly. His tongue probed between her vaginal lips, and she bit back a cry, clutching at the rough fur of the bear rug beneath her as Remy's tongue stroked her clitoris. He glanced up at her, his eyes sparkling wickedly at the reaction he was provoking, then he moved his hands back between her legs, spreading her open with his fingers as gently as one would open a flower. He dipped his head down once more, catching the nub of her clit between his lips and sucking on it, and she whimpered a little with an excruciating delight, watching his face through half-closed eyes. Remy then lifted his eyes slowly to hers, savoring her response as he stroked that tiny button of flesh with his teeth, then he used his tongue to trace a slow, moist line over the sensitive skin beneath.

Jean's head fell to the side, her lips parted slightly, her breath quickening as Remy's tongue licked her as daintily as a cat...then he slid his tongue inside her with exquisite slowness. She was panting now, soft, muffled cries of pleasure as he made love to her with his mouth, every muscle tensed from the delicious feel of his tongue and lips as they worked their wicked magic. Remy began to concentrate on her clit, sucking it until she was fighting a shriek...then he slid two of his fingers inside her, and Jean did cry out then, arching her back as Remy stroked her with his fingers and tongue. Her head slipped to the side once more, away from the firelight, and she gasped aloud as he nipped her skin...she opened her eyes in a state of heightened arousal and delirium, her gaze falling without comprehension on the couch...

Logan was sitting up, watching them.

"Oh God!" Jean whispered in horror and shame, suddenly, rudely startled out of the erotic reverie into which Remy had seduced her. She shoved him away, and he fell back on his knees, staring at her in mild confusion...then he followed her gaze to where Logan sat in silence, watching them with black, glittering eyes from the shadows beyond the firelight.

Remy smiled, looking completely unperturbed. "I'm sorry, mon ami. Did we wake you?"

Logan seemed frozen...he said nothing, continuing to watch them both in brooding silence, while Jean looked away, blushing deeply and trying to clutch one of the quilts to her naked breasts. Remy snatched the blanket away from her, catching her wrists and pushing her back to the floor gently, where he held her down, his face inches from hers.

"Where you goin', chère?" he asked softly.

"Let me go, Remy," Jean said. She was dying...dying of embarrassment, dying of shame of what she had done to Scott...and that shame increased when she realized her excitement had not dimmed one bit. Even Remy holding her down, straddlinr...r...the feel of his arousal pressed against her stomach was making her wet even as it frightened her.

"Surely you don' want to stop jus' because Logan is watching?" Remy asked with a soft, satyr-like laugh. "After all, dat was his fantasy...to watch another man make love to you."

Jean looked at Logan, searching his face for anger, or maybe that he was going to jump up and beat the shit out of Remy...but instead his eyes were dark with something else, a heady mixture of longing, confusion, and lust. Remy saw his expression as well, and he laughed softly to himself, kneeling up and releasing her for a moment as he began to remove his boxers. Jean looked at him slowly, her own arousal deepening as Remy's hard, beautiful erection came free of his clothes...she knew she should get up now that he wasn't holding her down, get away from him...but then he was naked and stretching out on top of her, spreading her thighs apart as he turned her face to his and kissed her lingeringly.

"No, Remy..." she murmured brokenly against his lips, at the same time her mouth sought out his passionately. "It's not right...Scott..."

He leaned up on his elbows, his smile sexy and wicked as he met her eyes. "Dere is no Scott tonight, chère...remember? Jus' you, notre belle petite, an' me..." he whispered, sucking on her bottom lip tenderly. "An' Logan makes three, non?"

"Logan..." she sighed, spreading her legs wider without a thought as Remy rubbed his cock against her soft, trembling flesh.

"Oui, ma petite," Remy breathed. He slid his hands under her shoulders, supporting her slightly, then he kissed her slowly, tasting her with his tongue...Jean's eyes were closed as he opened his mouth against hers, their tongues meeting, stroking...then he slowly lifted his gaze as he continued to kiss her and met Logan's dark eyes. A slow grin spread across Remy's face...he watched Logan as Logan watched Jean, his hand stealing to his own stiffening erection, where he began to rub it slowly, obviously aroused by her reaction to Remy.

Remy smiled, shifting himself until the head of his shaft was pressing against the hot, moist opening between Jean's legs...then just as Logan's eyes met his, he thrust himself inside her. Jean shrieked at the ceiling, her head tossing limply even as her hips snapped upward to meet his, and Remy allowed his weight to sink against her, Jean's perfect breasts crushed against the taut muscles of his chest as he caught her smooth thighs in his hands. He lifted her legs, grimacing with pleasure as she hooked them about his waist...and he slowly began to move against her, thrusting in and out of her tight, slick heat as she whimpered and writhed beneath him.

Jean opened her eyes, sliding her hands over the smooth muscles of Remy's back as he arched like a lynx under the scratch of her nails. Remy was much better endowed than Scott, and his cock felt wonderful, filling her up with every pump of his hips. She was acutely aware of Logan's eyes still on them...her head slipped to the side, her lips parted as she panted and gasped with Remy's smooth, powerful thrusts...and she saw Logan had pulled his own cock out, his big hand gripping it as he watched them and stroked his own hard, standing flesh. Logan was even bigger than Remy, and she felt a deliciously naughty wave of wanton longing fill her...she wanted both of them, God help her, and the dark, feral gleam in Logan's eyes suggested he was thinking the same thing.

Remy's mouth was on her neck, kissing her, and he sped up the rhythm of his thrusts, one hand on each breast as he murmured something soft and laced with accented passion in her ears. The French cadence of his voice had thickened, the soft lilt of his accent setting her on fire..."Ah, tu ravir..." he whispered, and she moaned as he caught her earlobe between his lips, sucking it lightly, rubbing and pinching her nipples with his thumbs as his breath began to quicken.

"Yes, Remy...yes..."

"Ma belle Jean..."

There was a low, rumbling growl from Logan...she glanced over at him, seeing his head thrown back against the back of the couch as he grimaced in mingled pain and pleasure, and Remy was pumping faster, panting harshly...she could feel her own climax building, and this time, unlike with Scott, she knew Remy would help her reach it...he slipped his hands under her hips, lifting her slightly as he continued to thrust inside her, harder and faster with every stroke...

"Yes! Oh God..." she cried, clutching Remy close as her first real orgasm broke inside her. Remy was moaning, his face suddenly buried in her neck as his hips bucked against hers violently, his gasps ragged but as soft as a boy as his cock spurted warm inside her. The agonizing exquisiteness of her climax made her cry out again, wrapping her legs around Remy tightly and squeezing him close to her, her every muscle trembling...Logan snarled a second later, clenching his teeth as white cum shot from his cock...I did that, she thought deliriously, and Remy collapsed against her with a gasp, breathing heavily, his eyes closed as he rested his head against her shoulder.

"Ma chère..." Remy breathed softly, lifting a trembling hand to her face. She surprised herself by catching his hand in hers and bringing it to her lips, where she sucked one of his fingers, gazing at him with sultry, contented eyes.

"Do it again, Remy," she whispered, her voice a soft, silky purr.

"I will, ma amour," he murmured back.

There was a rustle beside them...both had forgotten Logan for that brief moment, and now he got up without a sound and strode past them, disappearing into the bathroom. Jean saw him go, a look of worry flitting across her face as she pushed gently away from Remy and sat up. "Logan?" she called after him...but he shut the door behind him rather than answer. She suddenly felt bereft, gazing after him with her hands in her lap...then Remy sat up behind her, pressing his chest against her back, his hands sliding around to cup her breasts as he pressed a delightful kiss against her neck.

"He'll be back, chère," Remy whispered, a soft laugh in his voice. He kissed her again, and she closed her eyes, leaning into the warm hunger of his lips as he sucked lightly on her neck.

"Why did he leave?" she murmured, the touch of Remy's tongue as he licked along the soft curve of her ear beginning to stir the excited lust inside her once more.

Remy chuckled, his breath warm on her skin. "He probably wanted to clean himself up a bit, non?"

"Oh," she giggled softly. Remy's arm tightened about her waist as his other hand squeezed her throbbing nipples, and she gasped, moaning softly as he pressed his already returning erection against the soft curve of her ass. The bathroom door opened again, and Logan came out slowly, watching them in silence...he looked slightly confused, but the dark want in his eyes was still there, and as he watched Remy lift and fondle Jean's creamy breasts, Jean watched Logan through lidded eyes as his extremely well-proportioned cock began to stiffen and rise again.

Remy lifted his head slowly from Jean's neck, pressing his erection against Jean's ass a little more forcefully. She moaned again, and he looked up at Logan with a wicked grin. "Care to join us dis time, mon ami?" he asked with a soft laugh.

Logan's eyes flickered from Remy's to Jean's, and when he met her sultry stare Jean licked her tongue across her lips, daring him to come closer. A slow smile began to spread across Logan's face...he lifted an eyebrow at Jean, then took a few steps closer before coming slowly to his knees in front of her. Now all three of them were kneeling together, Remy behind Jean where he continued to bite and nibble lightly at her neck and shoulders, and Logan in front of her, his eyes dark and patently mysterious as he studied her face.

"Why?" was all he said, his voice soft and filled with longing.

She didn't know how to answer that...she didn't know how to explain to him about the loneliness, the dark spirit that hid inside her heart that she could never show Scott because Scott could never understand. Remy had recognized that darkness, though...maybe Logan did too. "Why not?" she said with a small smile.

Their eyes met for an endless moment...then Logan closed the distance between them and crushed his mouth against hers, kissing her hard as he cupped her face between his palms. Jean gasped against his lips with the forcefulness of his kiss...he opened her mouth with his tongue, and she began to return the kiss, devouring his lips with a sensual delicacy.

"Oh God..." Logan murmured. "Jean..."

She pulled him closer, kissing him desperately, her fingers slipping into the crisp thickness of his tousled black hair. "I'm yours tonight, Logan..." she whispered, and the words were true, and not just spoken to somehow soften the delicious wantonness of what they were doing. "I belong to both of you..." she breathed, reveling in Remy's lips against the back of her throat, his hands caressing her breasts, even as Logan nipped lightly at her lips, a low, husky growl rumbling deliciously in his chest.

Remy's hands released her gently, and then Logan had his arms around her, lowering her backwards until she was stretched out on the floor once more. He stalked up her body, his eyes dark and gleaming with animalistic lust, settling his powerful bulk between her thighs, the head of his cock slipping easily between her already moistened lips and nudging against the sensitive flesh it found there. Jean slipped her fingers through the soft covering of his chest hair, feeling the heat of his skin pressed against hers...then Logan shifted and slammed the huge girth of his cock inside her to the hilt.

"Oh God...!"

Jean moaned, on the threshold of an exquisite pain from the size of him, stretching her wide...then Logan's mouth found hers in a tender kiss as he began to thrust in and out of her slowly. The pain, so close to pleasure already, shifted into a quivering lusciousness that made her whimper softly, her legs wrapped around his hips and locked together as the powerful muscles of his body flexed with every movement. What Logan lacked in Remy's finesse he more than made up for with sheer size and an instinctive knowledge of what would make Jean cry out and beg for more...his teeth grazed her nipple, rolling the tender flesh between his teeth as Remy's gentle hands cupped the other and stroked it expertly.

Remy was on his hands and knees beside her head, leaning over as he massaged her breasts, pausing every other moment or so to take one perfect nipple into his mouth where he sucked hard, sending shivers of delight through Jean's body as Logan continued to thrust inside her. Her eyes glanced up and saw Remy's cock, hard and close to her mouth. She lifted her head and caught the head with her lips, sucking it just long enough to make Remy gasp. His hand relaxed on her breast as he looked down at her, noting the soft passion in her eyes, her lips open and panting softly, moaning as Logan grabbed her hips and began to ride her hard.

Her body shook with his thrusts. "Yes..." she hissed through clenched teeth. "Faster..." Then she looked back up at Remy, licking her lips with anticipation.

Remy smiled slowly, shifting forward slightly until Jean was able to take his entire shaft into her sweetly wanting mouth. Logan watched this little exchange without a shred of jealousy...instead it made him harder...he knelt up slightly, catching Jean's legs under the knee and lifting them, pressing her thighs against her stomach as he began to fuck her in earnest. Her full, luscious lips closed over Remy's cock, and Remy closed his eyes with a hiss of pleasure, his head tilting back as she began to suck his shaft...one of her hands came up, grasping his standing flesh at the base of the shaft, alternately squeezing gently while she sucked with long, languorous movements, cupping and stroking his balls. Logan groaned, watching her slender white fingers curling around Remy's cock, and he imagined them on his as he began to slam himself inside her with harder and faster strokes.

Jean sucked hard, enjoying the sound of Remy's soft, tortured moans mingling with hers...she tried to concentrate on pleasuring Remy, but the pounding Logan was giving her was incredible, and her moans swiftly became ecstatic cries. Remy's cock made a popping sound as it slipped from her lips...then as if one cue Logan was withdrawing as well, leaving her to make little pleading sounds as their muscular bodies moved around her in the firelight.

Logan sat back, his legs stretched out in front of him, his cock still standing at attention as he shook his hair back away from his face. Remy's hands were gentle on her as he lifted her to a sitting position, guiding her toward Logan's ready erection. She got on her hands and knees and crawled toward him, her red hair tumbling down over one eye as she nearly purred with want and contentment.

Remy was at her side, brushing her hair back over one ear as he brought his lips close to her cheek. "Show Logan what you showed me, chère," he whispered, and Jean understood. Her smile was that of a naughty schoolgirl as she crept forward, her hands sliding over Logan's thighs, her nails digging into his flesh just enough to make him flinch and gasp...then she dipped her head and took his cock into her mouth, tasting herself on his skin as she began to suck him off as hard and well as she could.

Logan's hoarse groan was music to her ears...she sucked harder, teasing him with her tongue, letting it swirl over his flesh before taking the entirety of his cock into her mouth and sucking it hungrily. Logan's hands sunk into the thick red fire of her hair, almost unable to catch his breath with the way she tortured and satisfied the sensations in his loins. He looked up, almost as an afterthought, and saw Remy through glazed eyes as he knelt behind Jean.

Remy caressed the smooth, rounded curve of her ass with both hands, then he let his fingers trail lightly over the little pink mouth that nestled there above the soft nest of red hair between her legs. He quickly put his mouth to her cunt, tasting the delicious mingled wetness of himself and her and Logan, then he slipped his tongue inside her, holding the sudden bucking of her hips still as he sucked at the rosy slit. Jean started making those delightful little whimpering cries again, her soft voice muffled by Logan's cock in her mouth, and Remy smiled as he lifted his head and slipped his fingers inside her once more. Her back arched, a delicious cry escaping her mouth, and he spread her ass cheeks wider, fingering her gently as he flicked the tip of his tongue across the tiny opening of her anus.

"Oh...God..." Jean moaned aloud, the sudden shock and unexpected sensation of Remy's touch in that place making her leave off her attentions on Logan. Remy laughed softly and nudged her forward, prompting her to look back at him over one lovely shoulder with a slightly confused, yet utterly ravishing expression.

"Lay down, Logan," Remy instructed. Logan did so immediately, anticipating whatever new game Remy had in store, his erection jutting up into the air and gleaming wetly in the glow from the fire. Remy grinned wickedly at Jean, and she gave him a wanton smile in return. "We gon' give you somet'ing different, non?"

"What?" she whispered, a dark, glittering excitement in her eyes.

"Patience, ma vilain petite," he laughed. "If you ride Logan again, I will show you."

"My pleasure," Jean purred softly. She crept up Logan's body, sliding her softness across his thighs, and he winced as her breasts brushed against his erection. She shifted lightly, straddling him with his cock just barely touching the hot, wet space between her legs, then she mounted him, his cock slipping inside her slick heat with an agonizing thrust of delight.

"Ohhhhh...!" She threw back her head and screamed aloud as an orgasm caught her by surprise, slicing up through her body with that one delicious thrust. Logan grunted, grabbing her hips as she collapsed against his chest, and he began to snap his hips upwards, bringing another slow climax on the heels of the one she was still being rocked with...she lifted her head, biting her lips with the exquisite torture of it...and Logan wrapped her hair around his fists, pulling her face close so he could ravish her mouth with his rough, wild kiss.

She could feel Remy behind her as he kneeled between Logan's legs and hers, his strong, slender fingers stroking her tight ass cheeks, and his fingers reached between her legs slightly and touched the slick wetness he found there. He captured some of its dewy heat on the tips of his fingers, and Jean jumped, gasping, panting harshly as he rubbed the tip of his wet forefinger against the tighter opening of her ass. Logan's hands reached around her, grabbing her hips and spreading her ass cheeks wider, and Remy knelt up, taking his hard cock in his hand and pressing it against her anus...gently at first, then more forcefully as Jean exhaled a low moan.

"Gently, chère," Remy was murmuring. Logan seemed to know what Remy was doing, and he sped up the rhythm of his thrusts, his hands on Jean's hips spreading her even wider as Remy slowly forced his way into her ass. Jean moaned again, biting her bottom lip, her eyes squeezed shut as she savored every slow, patient inch that Remy worked inside her...then Logan was dragging her mouth back down to his, kissing her hard and rough...just as Remy gave a mighty shove and slammed his cock all the way inside.

Jean shrieked even as Logan kissed her hungrily, the feeling of being stretched wide by both those incredible cocks at the same time nearly making her faint. She couldn't move...the pleasure was too great, and when Logan and Remy began to fuck her again she clung to Logan's broad chest and buried her face in his taut muscles, feeling the slowly mounting climax building inside her. Her lower half felt like it was on fire...Logan lifted her face with sure hands and kissed her again, and she returned his fiery kisses with a fierce desperation as her orgasm came closer and closer to the breaking point.

Remy was holding onto her hips, slamming himself in and out as he felt himself drawing closer to the edge as well. He forced himself to be conscious of Jean and Logan...wanting them to finish together, knowing that somehow that would make this whole experience more than perfect...and as Logan clenched his teeth, his eyes shut tight as a low snarl escaped his throat, a triumphant smile spread across Remy's face. He watched as Logan grabbed Jean's face and gave her another powerful, punishing kiss, their mouths ravaging each other...

Jean dug her nails into Logan's chest and screamed, her entire body taut and trembling as wave after wave of her climax shuddered through her body...Loganrledrled, almost roaring, his head thrown back and the muscles of his neck standing out in stark relief...and Remy caught his bottom lip between his teeth, slamming his cock into Jean's tight, quivering ass one last time, feeling the warm semen pump inside her, the tiny muscles of her anus clenching around his shaft as he moaned, collapsing against her back as she in turn nearly fainted on Logan's chest.

Jean closed her eyes, panting softly, and a sweet little moan trembled on her lips as she clung to Logan's powerful body, loving the warm feel of his hands as he slowly brought them up to her upper arms and caressed them tenderly. She was pinned, trapped between them both with their cocks still buried inside her, but it felt wonderful...she turned her head slightly and nuzzled the hair on Logan's chest, smiling to herself when she felt the deep rumble of his low laugh vibrating under her cheek. Remy was smoothing the tousled strands of her hair over one shoulder, pressing soft, butterfly kisses on her back as he shifted a little and withdrew from her gently, stretching out on the floor beside them with a soft sigh.

She stayed with Logan, lifting her head and taking his face between her palms gently. She feathered his entire face with sweet little kisses, until he chuckled and caught her mouth against his once more, this time tasting her slowly with his tongue as their mouths opened to each other. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rolled over on his side, sandwiching Jean in between Remy and himself, where he continued to stroke the soft length of her thighs with gentle fingers as he kissed her.

"I love you, Logan," she whispered against his mouth, and there was no artifice in those words, or deception, or a rationalization of what they had dongethgether. It was true...her feelings for Logan, for them both...while different from what she quite properly felt for Scott, it was love nevertheless. Perhaps the best kind of love there is.

"Love you too, darlin'," Logan said huskily. He kissed her forehead, his arms tightening about her waist.

"Remy?" she murmured over her shoulder.

Remy's hand touched her thigh, caressing it slowly as she felt him press his long body against her back. "J'taime, ma douceur," he whispered in her ear. "Et merci."

"No, I should thank you," she whispered, turning on her back so she could caress Remy's cheek with her hand. "Thank you both...I never knew it could be like that."

Logan laughed beside her, resting his heavy head on her shoulder as he snugged his arm loosely about her waist, and Remy took her hand in his and pressed a gentle kiss into her palm. She closed her eyes in complete exhaustion and contentment, listening to the wind as it howled all around the eaves outside, rattling the windows, and the slow, warm crackling of the fire...losing herself in the feel of Logan's warmth pressed against her side, the stirring touch of Remy's lips on her skin...and she relaxed and let herself go, hoping that tomorrow might never come.


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Sometime before dawn they slept, and when Jean awakened again the cool, blue light of a snowy morning was glimmering faintly through the ice-encrusted glass of the cabin's single window. The storm had calmed, with only an occasional muttering gust blowing against the cabin's walls, but through the tiny circle of clear glass left in the frosted windowpane she could see a light snow still falling against the gray of a winter's morning. They wouldn't be getting out today, that much was certain...and Jean found herself pleased by the thought.

One of them, either Remy or Logan, had got up during the night and put a few more logs on the fire, and it was burning brightly, infusing the small room with soft warmth, and she settled her cheek against Logan's chest and watched the fire drowsily. The bear rug was warm and soft beneath them, the quilts pulled up to her chin and tucked in nicely, and she was snuggled up to Logan's side as he lay stretched out on his back, one arm curled about her gently as he slumbered. She smiled to herself, enjoying the steady rise and fall of his chest in sleep as she played idly with the coarse mat of his chest hair. Remy was curled up against her back, his legs entwined with hers and one hand on the soft curve of her hip, his face buried against the back of her neck as he too slept.

Something inside her wanted to feel guilty...it really did, but she realized with a sleepy, pleased surprise that she couldn't feel guilty no matter how hard she tried. Remy was right...tonight is tonight and tomorrow is tomorrow...and from the looks of things through that single icy window, tomorrow might be a long time coming. Sometime later, after they were all awake and she could take a moment to clear her mind, she would use her telepathy to contact Scott, to let him know where they were and that they all were safe. He would be calm, efficient, as he always was. He would agree that the best thing would be for them to stay put until the roads were clear, and he wouldn't even get that faint tang of jealousy to his thoughts, since, after all, she was with Logan and Remy, not just Logan alone. He wouldn't worry...and maybe tomorrow, life would go as it always had.

But not today. Jean snuggled down deeper under the quilts, nestled against the strong muscles of Logan's chest and sighing happily as Remy's hand stirred on her hip. Tomorrow or the next day, the world outside would be waiting, but for now there was only Remy, and Logan, and herself...and so many more wonderful things to learn.


The End ;)