Page 73 of Ruthless Rebel

“Behave you, you’re supposed to be on bed rest,” he tells him, as I take a seat at his desk and let my eyes fully study his room for once.

Unlike my room at the penthouse, it’s a little more personal, though I have no doubt that’s Elle’s doing, not his. The sheets match the drapes, all the furniture clearly came in a set, and there are some framed pictures up on the shelf. A few of him with Marcus and Jace, a group shot from last Christmas that includes me, but it’s the last frame that houses a shot of him, Elle, and Cassie together that snags my attention. From the moment he discovered my daughter he has accepted her without pause, always looking out for her, and treating her like his own.

“You can still ride my dick while I’m on bed rest,” he snaps back to Logan, who rolls his eyes as he stalks towards the bed.

“Not with how hard you like to fuck,” he claps back, and their easy back and forth is something I have silently enjoyed since they met. I see the way Logan brings Lincoln out of his shell, I recognize it because he did the same with me.

My eyes dance between them and that damn picture, before I find myself announcing, “I told Cassie about us.” Both of them snap their heads to where I remain fixed in the chair, and the silence that my statement creates is deafening. I pick a spot inthe corner of the room to focus on as I add, “I mean, it’s not a big deal, apparently she already knew anyway, but yeah, just so you know, we don’t have to hide anything.” Every word out of my mouth makes me more and more uncomfortable, my throat itching for the burn of vodka. “Not that I’m saying there is an us, I mean you guys are an us, and I’m a me,” I add in a ramble, wondering how people ever fucking do this bullshit. “Should I go so you two can talk?” I find myself asking, already standing to my feet and moving toward the door.

Logan is on me before I even make it halfway across the room, gripping my shirt and slamming his lips to mine, cutting off any protest I could have made.

Only once he has robbed me of air does he pull back and laugh, “You totally want to be our boyfriend, don’t you, Asher Donovan.”

His proximity and words send my head spinning as I stammer, “What? No, that’s not, I mean…” I trail off nervously, and Logan only laughs harder.

“Oh you are so down bad for us, aren’t you, my little psycho?” He grins, pulling my body into his, spinning us, and then walking me backwards toward the bed. “Just going around cutting out hearts and telling the most important person in your life about us. I mean damn, next thing we know you’ll be on your knees holding a damn ring,” he purrs, pushing me down onto the bed, and my eyes flash to where Lincoln is watching us closely.

“Is he always this annoying?” I ask him breathlessly, trying to calm the rapid beating of my heart.

“You’ve known him longer than I have, you should know the answer to that already,” Lincoln muses, before dragging his stare up to Logan. “He does look good on his knees,” he adds with a wicked glint in his eyes, no doubt remembering the moment as well as I do, and Logan’s eyes darken.

“Mmm I bet he does,” Logan whispers, bringing up his thumb and brushing it across my lips. “Would a prince ever get on his knees for a king I wonder?” He steps even closer, towering over me now, and staring down at me with eyes full of lust, his challenge clear.

Lincoln is lying down to the side of us, and even though I’m not looking at him, I can still feel his burning and branding stare as it washes over us. It’s what gives me the power to reach up and push Lo back slightly, before sliding off the side of the bed and dropping to my knees before him.

“Oh fucking hell,” Lo groans at the sight, sliding his hand into my hair and stroking my cheek with his thumb. “Come on then, my little psycho, ruin me like you did when I first set eyes on you.” His words send a thrill through me, and I make quick work of releasing his cock and getting it ready for me.

Then I suck him deep, until he is coming with my name across his lips, before I watch him suck Lincoln off, and then he turns his attention to me. He lets me fuck his mouth until my cum is spilling across his tongue, and he is leaning over to Lincoln so they can share it between them. Only then does he collapse onto the bed next to Lincoln, and then pats his hand beside him to indicate I should join them.

“Shall we watchHome Alone?” He asks, grabbing the remote and turning on Lincoln’s TV, only indicating even further how comfortable he is here.

“Home Alone?” Lincoln laughs. “What are we, five?”

“Well, there aren’t exactly grown up Christmas films,” Lo snaps back, and I share a look with Lincoln, as we both reply at the same time, “Die Hard.”

Logan rolls his eyes as he mutters under his breath, “Insufferable psycho boyfriends,” before he loads upDie Hardonthe screen and hits play.

Then we spend the rest of the night curled up in Lincoln’s bed watching a movie. We talk about good Christmas memories that we remember, which mostly come from Logan, then he forces us to smile for at least a hundred new pictures together. Apparently matching pajamas and becoming boyfriends is a very important date to remember, and though I might huff and complain during all of it, I can’t help but smile at how happy and carefree he is, and I know Lincoln feels the same.

He eventually falls asleep, curled up in the middle of us both, and after I make sure Lincoln takes another round of painkillers, he drifts off too. Only once I am alone with my thoughts do I let myself truly breathe them in, watching them both sleep beside me, and knowing that no matter what happens, I will always remember this feeling of freedom.

The next morning is pure carnage, chaos, and magic. My daughter is the happiest I have ever seen her, and everyone dotes on both her and Riley’s little sister Sofia, watching them open gift after gift, and both girls are almost drowning in presents and wrapping paper. The living room is pretty much overflowing, but for once everyone is happy and content.

Gifts are exchanged between almost everyone, and I don’t think I have ever felt such peace. That only intensifies when Cassie gifts me with official adoption papers to become her father legally, none the wiser to what it is, and my eyes burn with emotion as Elle hugs me and whispers that it was time. Tears are shed by her and Helen, and if that wasn’t bad enough, Lincoln then proceeds to gift me a large photo album, housing all the pictures I saw on the plane, followed by Logan gifting us both a long silver chain with a crown charm dangling from it, with the tag reading, ‘to my boyfriend’.

“Were you that sure of yourself?” Iask, pretending the whole room isn’t watching us, and he smiles.

“No, but I’ve been sure of you since the day I met you, Asher Donovan.”

All in all, it’s the best Christmas I have ever had, and for once I look forward to ringing in a new year.

37

LINCOLN

The next week is a blur of festive celebrations and painkillers before suddenly it’s another new year and everyone is preparing to go back to normal. Logan has just left to head back to New York taking Lily, and his parents with him. Zack and all the security guys left before New Year’s Eve so they could celebrate in the city, and the Deckers went home the day after Christmas, which means the house is back to mostly being quiet.

Everyone is heading back to work tomorrow which means we all enjoy one last dinner together, before Elle and Marcus take Cassie up to bed, and I help Jace clear the table, before he excuses himself too, eyeing Asher and I with something less than annoyance, so I’d say we are making progress.

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