“Madewhatup?” Given the mention of our fathers and his erratic behavior, I’m seriously concerned.
His gaze cuts back to me before wavering. “I don’t know if I should even say.”
“That’s not gonna work for me now that you’ve already introduced it.”
“Mom’s a liar. She could have just been using that to distract the guards, but…it also makes so much sense.”
All this evasiveness isn’t doing any favors to the knot in my gut. “Please stop talking around it.”
“She says they were having an affair. That they were lovers and that’s why she lost her mind. And that this arranged marriage is some fucked-up way for them to still be together.”
When I first discovered my responsibility to Logan, I obviously questioned why Old Terror would have wanted this for me. I had plenty of theories, but this wasn’t one of them.
“Did you know anything about this?” he presses.
“No. I promise I would have told you.”
He studies me, trying to read the truth in my expression.
“I told you I wanted to train you like an animal, Logan. Do you really think I wouldn’t be honest with you about this?”
His jaw relaxes. It must be really bad if that set him at ease rather than setting him off even more. “Do you think it’s true?”
Could it be? Our fathers were close friends, spent plenty of time together. But given the timing when his mom went away, if that was true, that would mean he cheated on my mother too. That Old Terror betrayed our family.
“I’ve barely had a minute to process this,” I remind him, “but…common sense seems to suggest they might’ve been better friends than we thought.”
“Fuck,” he says, releasing me. He spins around, running his hands through his hair. “Of course they were lovers. He was betraying Mom all that time…and then surely after she wound up in here. Probably didn’t even play poker on Friday nights. How fucking stupid I’ve been.”
“Logan,” I say, approaching him. “We couldn’t have known. They did a good job keeping it a secretifit’s true.”
He runs his hand through his hair yet again, grunting. “Don’t you get it? If what she said is true, then my dad wasn’t this honorable man doing what was right for the family. He didn’t set aside his pleasure and satisfaction to keep us secure. He did whatever he goddamn wanted, and now I’m expected to be some kind of saint.”
He’s not wrong. Not about his dad, nor about mine. They came across as these honorable fathers, at least for the life we live. But if they were having an affair, then neither was the man they presented to the world. Even worse, to us, their own blood.
Logan’s gaze wanders, his jaw tight, expression strained as he clearly works through this new information. I have to process it too, but given how distressing it is for him, he’s my priority, even above my feelings around this.
“Log,” I whisper, resting my hand on his shoulder.
I notice the water stirring in his eyes before his gaze locks with mine. I see the sadness in the depths of his soul, a fresh wound his father inflicted, one that makes me hate both our fathers in an instant for hurting him. Hard as it is for me to curse his dad and Old Terror, let’s just say it’s good they’re already dead.
His gaze settles on my lips, throwing me. This is not the response I’d expect right now, but he practically attacks me, his lips against mine as he shoves me against the door.
The moment our lips are mashed together, it’s easy to see why he did it. Because despite all this rage and fury in me, his kiss is a sedative, a promise of escaping the sting of betrayal.
“Make it stop,” he pleads into my mouth. “I can’t bear the pain. Make it go away.”
He’s begging for relief with such desperation that I know I’d do anything to ease his pain, making me more appreciative than ever of the time I’ve spent with him, learning how to set his body at ease.
I briefly wonder how long we’ll be left on our own, given that the nurse is supposed to return, but that doesn’t discourage me from unfastening his belt and fly, yanking them down. As I grip his cock, I feel how plump he’s already gotten, and it only takes a few more strokes before he’s a rock.
“Someone’s horny,” I growl.
He grunts again. “Take me now.”
It’s an order, and he spins around toward the wall, exposing his ass to me. I’ve no desire to make him wait, but a moment before pulling my pants down, I realize, “We don’t have any lube.”
He glances over his shoulder, his gaze full of desperation.
