Page 74 of Ruthless Rebel

Locking up for the night, we head upstairs and when we reach the top floor, Asher pauses in front of my room, his eyes flashing over to his own door warily. He has spent the night in my room every night but with Logan between us, and I woke up most days to find he had already slipped out to enjoy the morning with Cassie. I know this thing between us is still new, but it’s not casual and he needs to understand that.

“Don’t even think about it, Dark Prince,” I quip, opening my door and holding it open for him. “You’re sleeping with me,” I demand, ignoring my lingering pain, and pulling him into my room roughly.

“Just sleep?” He asks, a dark, lustful glint in his eyes, that I am learning I have become obsessed with, and I think now that it’s just the two of us I might be able to push the boundaries a little.

Logan watched me like a hawk all week, forcing me to rest, and most nights were spent reading or watching movies, and much to my dismay having two men in my bed was somehow very PG-13.

“That depends, are you going to be a good boy or not?” I question, pushing him slowly toward the bed, while undoing his shirt.

“Which one do you want me to be?” He tosses back, and fuck, my cock twitches in my jeans, begging to be set free.

“Oh I want you to be really good for me, Dark Prince. In fact, I want you to get in my bed and fuck my face, while I fuck yours. How does that sound?” I ask, pushing his shirt off his body, and savoring the way he allows my hands to skate across his shoulders.

“Honestly?” He shudders, relieving me of my own shirt and pants, before coming up and kissing me roughly. “That sounds hot as fuck, now get on the bed.”

I position myself on my non-injured side, sliding my cock out and stroking it fully to life, as I watch him round the bed and discard his own jeans and boxers. Then I reach out and guide him to lie upside down facing me, putting his cock at my mouth, and mine at his.

“Remember, no holding back, baby,” I muse, dragging my tongue up his length and getting it nice and slick.

“No holding back,” he grits in agreement, swirling his tongue around my tip, and I groan.

Then we suck each other off, lazily at first, lapping at one another slowly and sensually, until we are both begging and pleading for more. Only then do we pick up the pace, fucking each other’s mouths with vigorous snaps of our hips, until we are both coming with a loud moan.

We take a shower together, once again taking turns washing one another, before falling into bed and succumbing to exhaustion, and to my surprise we both sleep all the way through until the next morning. Something I haven’t done since I was a child, and from the look of surprise on Ash’s face when he wakes up with me, I can only presume it’s the same for him.

Breakfast is a busy occasion as always, with everyone coming and going, but with a stern warning from Ash that I am not to go to work today, I find myself just watching everyone with a sense of gratitude. Elle was right, I may not have asked for this family, this life, but fuck I sure am grateful that I have them, and it. I wouldn’t change it for the world, and that’s how the next couple of days go, everyone rushing off to do their thing, and me making excuses about working from home.

Yet by day three I am going insane, so I wait for everyone to leave before me, and then I get dressed and sneak into the office. Eliza greets me with a coffee and a smile, and it feels good to have a sense of normalcy again.

That sense only lasts approximately thirty-seconds, because before I can escape to my office, Asher is storming from his. “Lincoln, what the hell are you doing here?” He bellows, not looking happy to see me in the slightest.

“I work here,” I reply innocently, but of course he just ignores that and grabs me by the arm, hauling me away from the front desk and towards his office.

“I thought I told you to stay home and rest,” he snaps, glancing down to my side, as if he can see directly through my shirt andsuit jacket.

“Ash, I can’t stay in bed any longer, it’s driving me crazy. I promise I won’t push myself, but I am not going back home.”

“Fine,” he relents, shaking his head in annoyance, before his hand comes up and rests against my cheek. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

I nod, leaning into his touch. “I’m fine, Dark Prince, I promise.”

He opens his mouth to respond, but another voice cuts in between us. “Oh, I’m sorry are we interrupting,” a female asks, and when I look I find Eliza leading one of Asher’s clients towards his office.

“Sorry, Mr. Blackwell, Mr. Donovan,” Eliza rushes out. “I didn’t know you were busy,” she adds, blushing slightly, and I realize how weird it might be for her to see me with Ash when she knows I’m also with Logan.

“It’s fine, Eliza, thank you for bringing Miss Banks back,” Ash responds, ever the professional businessman, as he takes a step away from me.

“We’ll finish this later?” I ask, eyeing him carefully, and he nods.

“Yes, we certainly will,” he replies quietly, before focusing on his client. “Miss Banks, right this way,” he greets her kindly, but his eyes stay on mine until they disappear into his office together.

I keep my word, staying seated in my office as much as possible, and I go about the rest of my work week in the same manner, much to Asher and Logan’s dismay, but it helps me feel better. Yes, my side is burning something fierce, especially given I will only take the meds I have before going to bed, by the time Friday comes, I am more than ready to have a weekend off my feet again despite my wound seeming to be healing well.

I head to my SUV, shooting a text off toAsher to ask how long he will be at his meeting, and then try to call Logan but he doesn’t answer, though it’s still a little early. When I get back to the house and head inside I find Elle, Cassie, Marcus, and Jace, all standing in the kitchen eating snacks.

“Superman!” Cassie yells excitedly, holding her arms out for a hug, as I toss my phone and keys on the island and pull her into my arms for a cuddle. “You got a special delivery,” she coos, gesturing to a pink box on the counter, as I pull back.

“Did the princess buy me a present?” I ask, sliding the box over to me, and opening it to reveal a superman-themed cake that has a smile spreading across my lips.

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