Page 39 of Ruthless Rebel

“Fuck, baby, listen to him, listen to how fucking hot and aroused he sounds,” he whines to Lincoln, his chest slick with sweat as it rocks back and forth from the force of his thrusts. “Why don’t you come over here and shut me up with your cock, my little psycho?” He taunts, and I don’t think I have ever had an invitation quite so enticing, but my legs don’t move, they can’t.

I’m stuck here in this limbo, desperate to go to them, but something is still holding me back, and bile rises in my throat at how fucking broken I am.

“Ash,” Lincoln purrs, making my eyes snap to his, and I know he sees it, and I don’t know if I should be mad or grateful. “Just keep copying me, baby, keep fucking your fist nice and hard for me,” he pleads, moving his own hand even faster on Logan, who starts panting and moaning, but the only thing I can focus on is that one little word.

Baby.

“I’m gonna come,” Logan groans, releasing Linc’s neck and flopping back down onto the table, tipping his head back as the pleasure starts to take control.

My own release races up my spine, commanding every nerve in my body until I am chasing the same high, my hips fucking up into my hand, until I feel my own orgasm barreling towards me.

“That’s it, come for me, both of you, show me exactly how much you like me owning you,” Lincoln directs, his voice strained, as he no doubt holds off on his own pleasure, but I am already gone.

“Oh fuck,” I gasp, as my release takes over and ropes of cum shoot out of the end of my cock, covering my fist and groin.

“Fuck me,” Logan yells, watching my orgasm like it’s the best thing he has ever seen, as his own racks his body, covering his chest and Lincoln’s fist like a work of fucking art, as Linc continues to rut into him.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” Lincoln grunts, snapping his hips again and again, as he dips down and begins to lap up Logan’s cum with his tongue, shoving his now free, cum-covered fingers into Logan’s mouth so he can lick them clean.

My eyes take in every inch of them, and I see the moment that Lincoln loses himself to the high, the slight stumble in his thrusts, the tightening in his shoulders, and then he is coming with a roar of pleasure. Rocking into Logan’s ass until he has milked everything from it, and only then does he collapse on top of him, kissing him in a messy battle of tongues and teeth.

The two of them are like gods at war with one another, and all I can do is watch them in awe, but then they pull apart and look at me. They look at me like they are still waiting for something, and I realize they still want more from me, but don’t theyknow I have nothing left to give.

Before they can pull apart even further and stop me, I am jumping up, ignoring my cum-covered hand and tucking away my cock like nothing happened.

“Ash, wait,” Logan begs, his tone completely changed already, as he sits up, pushing Lincoln back, but I can’t wait, my feet are already halfway to the door.

“It’s okay, baby, just let him go,” Lincoln whispers, those last four words hurting more than they should, as I stumble through the doors and away from them.

And just like every other time in my life, I leave a path of nothing but pain and regret. Only this time, the only thing I regret is not being whole enough for them to keep me.

19

LINCOLN

Iwatch helplessly as Asher flees the room without so much as a backwards glance, the bubble that just encircled the three of us now completely burst, and I feel an ache forming in my chest. Did I push him too far? Was it not enough? When it comes to him I can never seem to make the right move, and when I focus back on Logan, I know he feels the same. What just happened between us can’t be taken back. We can’t just uncross the line and go back to normal. No, things have changed, whether Asher Donovan pretends they haven’t or otherwise. There is no undoing what we just did, not now that we know what he looks like when he is falling apart for us.

“Fuck, do you think we should go after him?” Logan asks, a note of worry and despair staining his tone, and I know he will feel this deeper than I do, but I am already shaking my head.

“No, he needs time to process his feelings,” I tell him, pulling up my pants and tucking myself away. With Asher’s confessions from the plane still in my ear, and what just happened here, I can barely even think straight.

I thought he wanted this, that he needed this, but what if I was wrong? What if I just forced him into something exactly like his father used to?

“But we can tell him it’s fine, that things don’t have to change if he doesn’t want them to,” Logan pleads, the desperation pouring off him in waves, as he slides off the table and grabs his clothes.

“Things aren’t fine,” I shout, surprising both of us. “Nothing that has ever happened to Asher Donovan is fine, so if he needs some space then we will give it to him.” Logan’s eyes widen in confusion, and I have to inhale a deep breath to calm my racing heart, as he buttons his shirt. “Elliot got to him,” I start quietly, not letting myself spill Ash’s secrets to Logan until he is ready for him to have them. “He’s just as damaged and fucked up as the rest of us, and he needs to figure out what he wants.”

Logan watches me silently as I fix my suit, erasing the sex we just had from my attire, before he runs a hand through his hair and closes the distance between us. “Are we still good?” He asks quietly, his stare searching mine for a silent answer. “You know, whatever just happened with Ash, it doesn’t change anything with us, right?”

For the first time ever, I see a sense of vulnerability in him and it guts me, so much so that I can’t stop myself from grabbing him and pulling him in close. “Nothing could change the way I feel about you, Lo,” I admit gruffly, and his stare softens.

“Good, because you need to know, my feelings for Asher aside, I feel very much the opposite of casual about you,” he says with a shy smile, and I swear I feel a heat in my cheeks that wasn’t there before.

“I am starting to feel the opposite of casual about you too,” I reply, trailing my lips across his jaw until I reach his ear. “Now let’s go and shower, and relive the hot as fuck jerk-off session we both just witnessed.”

We both come twice more before we manage to tumble into bed and find some sleep, so all in all, I’d say it was a very promising start to my first vacation.

The next morning we enjoy a tense breakfast, which goes unnoticed by everyone except Logan and I, and then we all decide to have a relaxing day on the beach ahead of tonight's bachelor party. With the wedding coming up tomorrow we could all use a little unwinding, which is how I find myself lounging in the sun with Logan on one side, and Marcus and Jace on the other.

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