Page 4 of Ruthless Rebel

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LOGAN

If I am being honest with myself, I think I fell in love with Asher Donovan the first time I ever laid eyes on him. Elle had been with my family for a few months by that point, and from everything she had told me about him, I created an image in my head of what I expected Asher to be like, but the night he knocked on our door looking for her changed everything.

I’d envisioned someone scared of his family, someone worried about what they might do if they found out the truth about how he helped Elle escape. I pictured someone gentle and welcoming, kind, and even friendly from the way Elle had gushed about him, but even with the news of Michael Riviera’s murder weighing him down, he was the epitome of darkness and strength. That strength only solidified when he found out Elle was pregnant, and without a second thought he claimed himself as Cassie’s father.

That cold and cunning boy, with dazzling blue eyes and a jaw that could cut glass, was ready to take on the world for his best friend, and I was entrapped by him from the very start. We didn’t exactly hit it off, for some reason my outstanding charmdidn’t work on him, but I know deep down over the years he has come to care about me. He sees me as a member of his family. Zack is as much his brother as he is mine, and that should satisfy me. I mean, getting even an ounce of affection from someone with the last name Donovan is a damn miracle, but I can’t help but feel a pain as sharp as him every time he turns down my not so playful taunts.

Asher Donovan is like midnight, he’s the darkest point of the night, and the hardest to hold onto. He doesn’t linger, doesn’t breed hope, he just slips through in passing, only to leave you waiting for another glimpse. And it eventually comes, but it’s always just out of reach.

Lincoln Blackwell is almost the same, he’s just as dark, if not more so, like dusk on a winter's night, and he’s almost as hard to hold onto, except he does linger, he does offer hope, even though I know he doesn’t mean to, and I find myself falling hard and fast into his orbit with no way out.

So what do you do when you find yourself in love with two men?

Well, you fuck the one that is willing of course, and while you're on your knees, you pray the other one comes around to play.

Lincoln’s grip is firm in mine as I lead him back towards his room, leaving the sting of Asher’s indifference behind us, as we both pretend we don’t care about it or him. He barely has the door closed before I am pushing him up against it and slamming my lips to his, desperate to chase away the bitter taste that Ash has left behind. His mouth instantly takes over, claiming me just like I knew he would, as his hands come up to grip my waist, pulling me against him.

This.This is what I need, not Asher, not years of unreturned feelings and disappointment. I need Lincoln, his kiss, his touch, his fuck, even his damn heart if he will let me have it. We madean agreement to keep this casual, fuck buddies if you will, just enjoying each other’s bodies whenever I found myself back in Black Hallows and nothing more. Except now I find myself here every weekend, both sleeping and not sleeping in his bed as if he belongs to me, and not seeing anyone else in-between.

I’ve never been in a relationship before where people didn’t want me for my last name alone. With my background and upbringing I have always found it hard to trust that people liked me for me, so I’m not sure what it feels like to be fully committed to another person without a hidden agenda, not like my parents, not like Elle and Marcus. Yet spending my weekends wrapped up in Lincoln Blackwell and my weekdays looking forward to doing just that, well, it feels very much like being exclusive.

“When I woke up and found your desk chair empty, I almost started to panic,” I mutter, pulling back slightly and dropping my mouth to his neck. “I mean, what could be so important that it had managed tofinallypull you away from work, but then I saw the time on the clock, and I knew where I’d find you.” I hope the jealousy I’m feeling doesn’t come out in my tone, because even I don’t know what I am jealous of.

Lincoln wanting Asher?

Asher wanting Lincoln?

Both?

Both stupid notions considering as I said, we are supposed to be nothing more than just this, and I have to remind myself that he’s here with me, that it’s my body he’s pulling against his, but when I feel his hard cock pressed against my own, I can’t help but question it. “Is this for me,” I start, gripping the outline of his firm cock roughly, as my tongue drags up his neck to his ear as I add, “Or is it for him?”

He grunts a light laugh, something I am getting more and more from him lately, as he grows comfortable with us spendingtime together. Then he drops his head back against the door so he can look down at me. “Started for him,” he admits boldly, his eyes dark and intense, yet filled with lust and humor. “But now it’s only for you,” he declares darkly. His words burn me with jealousy and lust, both of them at war inside of me, and I know he sees it, because before I can respond his hand comes up and collars my neck, pulling my mouth back to his. “I think you need a reminder of how good my cock feels when it’s aching for you.”

I kiss him again, nipping at his bottom lip as I let his words wash over me. “Aching for me, huh?” I ask with a smirk, so obsessed with this spark and bond between us that I can’t believe I ever tried to deny it. “Sounds like you need to go for round three with me, Hacker boy.”

He laughs again, only this time it’s a little darker, the sound utterly addictive, and anticipation burns through me as he opens his mouth to speak again. “You have no idea, Lo, now get on your knees for me like a good boy.”

A cloaked command, one that has my knees buckling instantly as I drop down to the floor at his feet and look up at him in anticipation. With his chest bare, I know there is nothing underneath the gray sweats he haphazardly pulled on before he crawled out of bed earlier in the night, and my mouth waters at the thought of what is waiting for me underneath. Even with the scars that mark his body, those that tell the secrets of his childhood and the trauma of the last year at war, he is still brutally beautiful. This thing between us might be casual, it might even be temporary, but I know it’s raw and real, and that’s all that matters to me.

I palm his thick erection over the fabric of his sweats and relish in the hiss that slips past his lips. “So needy tonight, baby. Don’t worry, I got you.” I lean up on my knees and trace my tongue along each one of his abs, as I use my hands to grip hissweats at the waist, slowly sliding them down past his hips until his erection springs free.

Yet still I ignore it, focusing only on his abs, lowering myself to his groin, kissing and licking his skin but never quite making it to where I know he wants me, and he curses. “Don’t fucking tease me, Lo, not right now. I can’t take it,” he almost begs, if someone like him could ever beg for such a thing without getting it.

“Why? Because of him?” I ask, finally closing my hand around his cock and stroking him slowly yet firmly, making him shiver. “Because we both know he is right on the other side of that wall,” I add, licking his crown with the flat of my tongue. “If you moan my name loud enough he might be able to hear it.” I pair my words with the slow swirling of my tongue around the head of his cock.

Yet before I can take him any further, Lincoln pushes up off the door, his hand closing around my throat and forcing me to look up at him. “Do you get off on trying to push my buttons?” He asks, and though I know his question is rhetorical, I nod in his grip anyway. His other hand bats mine away from his cock as he takes over stroking himself, and pressing his erection right against my waiting lips. “Open wide and suck my cock, Logan. I won’t ask again.”

My mouth isn’t even fully open before he is forcing his way in, the silky smooth skin of his cock slapping against my tongue until he hits the back of my throat and we both groan. When he pulls out, I widen my mouth a little, determined to take him deeper as he pushes his way back in again, and I close my lips around him and suck, the taste of him like complete heaven.

I can still remember the first time we did this, when I stumbled upon him in the gym at the old house and flirted with him without a care in the world. I thought he’d turn me down, that someone as dark and closed off as him could never look at methe way he does now, just like the one we are both fighting to forget, but I was wrong. Yes he’s dark, yes he’s closed off, but he saw my taunt for what it was, and demanded I proved myself. Now here we are, back in that same position, but nowhere near the people we were back in that gym.

“Fuck, Lo,” he whimpers, the sound thrilling me so completely that I can’t help but lose myself in sucking him. I move my mouth up and down on his dick, choking on every delicious inch of him as he purrs, “You suck me so fucking good.”

I preen under his praise as his hands move through my hair until he is gripping my head on both sides possessively. My own cock is hard and leaking beneath my shorts, and his commanding and rough touch just makes me ache for him. He uses his hold to set a rough pace as he feeds me his cock, fucking my mouth vigorously until tears stream down my cheeks. Then his thumb lifts and swipes one of my tears up before he sucks it into his mouth, making me want to combust on the spot.

“You look so fucking good on your knees for me, Lo,” he pants, almost breathless, and the sight of him coming undone because of my mouth brings me a pleasure like no other.

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