Page 33 of Ruthless Rebel

Asher disappeared to find Cassie, the second we stepped off the boat that brought us here from the sea plane, and though the manager who greeted us gave me a quick overview of the island, I am still left turned around by the huge, prestigious grounds before me. I thought I’d gotten used to the wealth and net worth of my family, and have always prided myself on not caring about money and things, but looking around at what can only be described as complete and utter paradise, I am feeling more than out of my depth.

There are some luxurious huts lining the beachfront, and even more spreading out over the ocean. A few larger buildings sit in the center of the island, housing restaurants, bars, and such things, but the most impressive thing is the huge expanse of endless ocean surrounding it all. I’ve never seen water so blue, and sand so bright, in fact, I have never seen anything outside of Black Hallows. That tiny town built on blood and money has always been my home, yet here I stand in complete and utter awe.

That’s what I should be focused on, the beauty of the island, the gratitude inside of me at the fact I am even here, but instead my gaze remains unmoving on the main large swimming pool just ahead of me, but not the pool itself, or its current occupant, but on the person who lingers at its side.

Asher stands both still and silent, his focus unwavering, with no sign of Cassie anywhere, watching Logan swim. The water laps over his muscular shoulders, his dark hair bobbing side to side as he takes a breath every twenty-seconds, not aware in the slightest of the audience he now holds.

Logan loves the water, he swims as part of his workout regimen almost daily and his body shows it, but that’s not what snags my attention. No, it’s Asher’s intense glare as he watches him glide through the water like a damn dolphin, as if he’s never seen anything like it, as if he can’t possibly look away.

After what he told me on the plane I was ready to give up and pull back, and had planned to tell Logan the same, but seeing him now, watching him watching Logan, I know I don’t need to pull, but push. He needs this, he wants this, even if he won’t admit that to us, or himself. He isn’t watching Logan like he is impressed by his swimming skills, no, he is watching him like he is jealous of every damn drop of water tracing over his skin. As if he is drowning in his silent need for him, and he just needs someone to throw him a life raft.

Well consider me his savior.

“He’s really fit, isn’t he?” I ask, stepping up to his side and breaking him from his trance, yet still his stare doesn’t waver. I only know he heard me because of the tightening of his jaw, and I can’t wait to feel all that tension choking on my cock.

“What?” He snaps, like he didn’t hear me, or didn’t care enough to listen, not when his full attention still remains on my boyfriend.

“Logan, he’s a really fit swimmer,” I say by way of explanation, but all he does is grunt, knowing exactly what I was really getting at, yet still I continue. “It really helps his stamina, breathing and flexibility in other activities.” At that, his eyes snap towards me in anger, but I smile innocently. “You know, because he likes to run, too.”

He opens his mouth to respond, but we hear the tell-tale sign of Logan climbing out of the water, and the second he does, Asher’s eyes are right back on him, tracking him and the cocky smirk he is now wearing as he saunters towards us, dripping wet.

“I know I’m hot and everything, but no need to stare, my little psycho,” Logan purrs, not stopping until he is right in front of us both, the water droplets falling to the ground all around us, and all I can think of is licking him dry.

“When you look like that, there is definitely a need to stare,” I toss back, biting my lip as I survey him from head to toe.

His gaze flicks to mine, instantly drenched in lust. “Did you miss me, Rebel?” He asks, surveying me just the same, and I am ready to push him to his knees right here, audience be damned.

“Take me to our room, and I’ll show you just how much,” I reply, and his eyes darken.

“I was looking for Cassie,” Asher spits, interrupting us, and when I turn back to him, I swear I have never seen a rage like it.

“Oh yeah, is that now or ten-minutes ago when you started watching me?” Logan asks, cocking a brow as he turns his body towards him.

Asher’s eyes drop down his body as if he can’t help himself, drinking in the sight of Logan’s naked and wet chest, all the way down to where that deep V of his dips into his trunks, before he flicksback up to his eyes.

“Should I expect this pointless flirting the entire trip, or can we just move past it now?” He grits, straightening his shoulders like Logan isn’t affecting him in the slightest.

“That depends on how you want to move past it,” He whispers, lowering his voice and stepping closer to Ash until his wet body is pressing right against him. “Are you gonna let me suck your dick until I am choking on your cum, or are you gonna keep pretending you don’t want us?”

“Us?” Asher scoffs in a mixture of horror and intrigue, and Logan just smiles.

“Me and the Rebel are a package deal, aren’t we baby?” He reaches out his hand and throws it around my shoulder, effectively pulling me even closer to them, and to my surprise, Asher doesn’t immediately pull away.

“And what makes you think I want either of you?” Asher spits, his voice taking on a sultry tone I have never heard before, as he struggles to clear his throat.

“Maybe you have no idea what you want,” I start, his eyes locking on mine as I speak, and fuck, being this close to both him and Logan at the same time is intoxicating. “Or maybe you know exactly what you want, but you have no idea how to ask for it.”

“I’ve never been known to ask for anything,” he snaps, before I have barely even finished my sentence, and my eyes track the heavy rise and fall of his chest as his breaths start to come quicker.

“Then go ahead and take what you want, Dark Prince, I dare you.” My words light a fire beneath us all, and I swear I see his thought process as he flicks his eyes between the two of us, as if he doesn’t know where to start, but before he can make a choice, another voice hits us.

“Unless you want to explain certain group activities to a five year old, I suggest you hose yourselves down, you look like dogs in heat,” Lily complains, and that’s all it takes for the spell to be broken.

Asher snaps away from us like the last ten minutes never happened, his mask and composure slipping perfectly back into place.

“You’re the only bitch I see around here,” Logan claps back at his twin, and she tosses him the finger, just as Max and Zack appear behind her, the latter holding Cassie in his arms.

“Daddy!” Cassie squeals, squirming out of her uncle’s hold almost instantly, and running towards us with her sights set on only one person. Our earlier interaction already forgotten, Asher dips down to catch her running form, before pulling her into a soft embrace. “Daddy, I missed you so much,” she sighs into his shoulder, snuggling right into the side of his face, and I swear every bit of tension in his body fades away instantly.

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