In an instant, guns are drawn and cocked—his three guys versus my two.
“You want this to end in a bloodbath?” I ask him.
His nostrils flare. “I don’t see why it had to come to this to begin with.”
“Because you hung up on me, you bastard.”
His eyes widen. “Jesus fucking Christ, are you that out of your mind, Killian?”
“Give me a chance, and I’ll show you.” I should restrain my temper, but Logan is pissing me off, assaulting my pride to an extent that feels like if I don’t manage to tame him, I might die.
Logan’s gaze wavers as he’s clearly weighing his options, but I have all the advantage once again, and I know what he’ll settle on. Because he doesn’t have a choice.
He takes a breath. “Okay, guys, back the fuck off. Everyone in the damn hall, and we’ll sort this out.”
I smirk. “Smart move, wifey.”
The nickname earns me another of Logan’s many glares, and oh, how I love learning the nuances.
It’s also a relief knowing our guys are not about to blow each other’s fucking brains out. Which is nice because Krychek’s always been a great bodyguard, and Jaime’s growing on me.
As the door closes, Logan pants. “Get the hell off me.”
“So you can hit me again?”
His forehead creases. “You attacked me in the shower.”
“I was pulling you out so we could talk.”
“This couldn’t wait until I was clothed? And is that your erection up against me?”
He wiggles under me, and I can feel what he’s talking about. I’ve been so fixated on this searing pain he’s elicited within me, and struggling against him, I missed the raging hard-on this has brought on that’s now pinned between us. Although, with his damp hair dripping onto the tile floor beneath him, water slick across his beautiful flesh, how could I help myself?
“Maybe I’m just thinking about that blowjob from last week,” I say, hoping to provoke him the way he’s provoked me. I leanclose, graze my nose against his cheek, breathing him in. “Is that coconut I smell?” I’m not even thinking as I bite at his cheek, and I’m surprised to find he’s not resisting. Or shouting for me to stop. I trail my teeth along his jawline, getting a taste with my tongue, and it’sheavenly. His flesh is so smooth, and a tinge salty, like he hadn’t gotten to washing his face just yet.
“Ass.” His strength returns full force, and he breaks free. In our struggle, he winds up on top, now pinning me down. It makes me even harder.
How is that even possible?
“I hope you’re this frisky when I fuck you,” I jibe as drops of water trickle onto my face.
“I may have to consummate the agreement, but who says I’m the one who’s gonna get fucked?”
A grin sweeps across my face.
“What’s so funny?” he presses.
“It’s clear you’re already accepting your fate, and the idea of you dominating me amuses me.”
“Isn’t that what I’m doing right now?”
“How long do you think you’ll have the upper hand, though?” I ask, stroking my crotch up against his pelvis.
He sneers. “You’re sick.”
“I can’t wait to show you just how sick.”
I move quickly toward him, until my lips are millimeters from his. “I can’t wait to have you begging for me to come in that cunt.”
