“Baby, I’m ready to go.”
“Awww, man! Stay! We have some friends coming over. Bringing some heavier shit. You ever get a tattoo on ecstasy? Fuckin wild. I’ll mark you up. Anything you want.”
Logan pats me on my butt, and I climb off him. He stands. “We’re good. Thanks for the beer. Next week?”
Spider stands and hands Logan a similar duffel bag full of cash. “No doubt.”
We see ourselves out, and I bite my tongue until we get into the car and are pulling back onto the street. “You’re seriously okay with them selling that to college students? They’re practically kids.”
“It’s not my business who they sell to.”
“It should be! This is what’s wrong with the world. Kids leaving the nests of their parents to get caught up in partying and drugs. Can you imagine being a parent and getting a call one day that your child overdosed? Do you even know how often that happens?”
He doesn’t acknowledge me. “Hello! Don’t you have anything to say?”
“I told you. Not my problem.”
“Ugh!” I toss my hands in the air. How can he be so careless about the damage he causes? “Great, so you don’t care that those drugs you just gave him are going to end up killing people?”
“Not my problem.”
We pull back up to his house, and he shuts off the engine and gets out. I run out after him. “That’s disgusting that you think that way.” I slam the door behind me. “God, what don’t you turn your back on? You should be ashamed of yourself. Drugs? Trafficking—”
He whips around and pushes me up against the doorframe. “I swear to God, do you ever stop fucking talking?” Fury bleeds off him. But it’s not all anger. There’s something else hiding behind his steely gaze. An infusion of anger and desire. It flickers and sparks to life, exposing this unstoppable force pulling us together. Binding us, no matter how hard we both try to deny it.
“Not when I see something that’s wrong and should be stopped,” I reply, my voice shaky. His gaze dips, and that spark ignites, sending a blast of relentless passion through us both. Neither of us stands a chance. That barrier of denial snaps and his mouth becomes demanding as his lips slam against mine.
“You’re seriously becoming a huge pain in my ass,” he growls, stealing my breath in a heated kiss. His tongue demands more access, and he breaches the barrier of my lips.
“And you’re stubborn and grumpy,” I moan against his mouth.
His hands cup my butt, and he lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. “You’re so damn nosy and don’t know how to keep fucking quiet.”
I capture his neck tightly in my grip. “Someone needs to speak up.”
He bites down on my bottom lip, expelling a breathless gasp from me. “I need you to stop talking.”
“I won’t,” I respond, intoxicated by his mouth.
“Didn’t think you would.” He doesn’t have to work hard to get me to shut up. He’s wild, kissing and nipping at my lips. His hands dig into my butt cheeks, and he grinds up against me, sending a burst of erotic sensations throughout my body. I work my hands up his chest until they disappear into his hair and tug hard, showing him no matter how amazing this feels, he won’t deter me. Then he grinds into me again, and I forget what we’re even arguing about.
He hisses as he slides his lips to my chin, my neck, my collarbone. I sigh breathlessly, resting my head against the doorframe, offering him full access.
Then I’m suddenly no longer pressed against the door. I inhale sharply as he pulls us away and storms down the hallway. I’m about to ask what he’s doing when he throws me onto his bed. I quickly sit up on my elbows. “What, did you see someone?”
His eyes darken, and he takes his shirt off, tossing it over his head. “This shit between us? I’m done playin’. Unless I’m reading you wrong, it’s about to play out for real this time.” He’s on me once again, claiming my lips like he owns them. We’re both manic, tearing at each other’s clothes. My tank top is up and over my head. My jeans are ripped down while I frantically work at his zipper. Before my brain starts to work and tell me this is a bad idea, I spread myself wide for him. His gaze darkens, and he thrusts inside me.
My world blurs as he fills me, the thickness of him causing my throat to lock. Logan doesn’t move, allowing me time to adjust. His hand wraps around my neck, his thumb caressing my throat.
“You good?” he asks, but there are no words to express how good I feel. My back relaxes, and my body melts around him. My grip in his hair tightens, giving him the answer he’s searching for. He begins to move slowly, pulling out, and with a little more force than before, drives into me again. “Fuck,” he grunts, my sex tight and pulsating around him. My hands scrape down his back and dig into his ass, giving him the keep moving or die signal. He lazily pulls out, pauses, then grants me his full glory as he slams into me. My eyes flutter, and I release a ragged moan. My hips are on the move, and I pull him to me, riding his cock. His lips devour mine, kissing me until I can’t breathe. With each thrust, I fall farther over the edge until my walls clench around him and I cry out his name. He thrusts into me savagely until he loses himself and comes hard, emptying himself inside me.
I can’t catch my breath. My heart beats rapidly against his, and I love knowing he’s just as spent. No one has ever taken my body to that extreme, and I have no idea if my legs even work anymore. When our breathing returns to normal, my boldness starts to dissipate, and the silence invites back my insecurities.
He starts to pull away, but I tighten my grip. “Don’t move.”
“Why? Shit, did I hurt you?”
“Hurt?” An unattractive snort falls off my lips. “No, I wouldn’t call what just happened hurting. More like magical. I just want to lay here for another minute and soak it all in before you pull away and tell me it was a mistake. Or even worse—see the regret when you look at me.”
He tears out of my hold, which isn’t very strong since my arms feel like jelly and looks down at me. At least…I think he does. I squeezed my eyes closed because he can’t admit regret if I can’t see him.
“Addy, open your eyes.”
“Maybe in a little bit.”
“Addy.” His voice is low and sexy and demanding with a hint of that growl I’m starting to secretly enjoy. I open one eye and prepare myself for the ‘I got lost in the moment’ talk.
“You’re damn right I have regrets.” Welp, I’m just going to close my eyes back up for the rest of this humiliating speech. “Open your damn eyes.” Open! Geez this man can growl. “First off, I regret we didn’t do that days ago. And goddamn, if you’re not a distraction I don’t fucking need. But hell, you’re turning out to be quite the surprise.”
I stare back up at him. “Like, a good surprise or bad surprise? Probably a bad surprise. I’m not that—ahhh!”
His teeth latch onto my nipple and he bites down. “Stop undermining this.”
“I’m not.” God, his mouth feels like heaven.
“You are.” He sucks my flesh into his mouth while he cups my entire breast and squeezes.
“I mean, maybe I—okay, I am. Wow, keep doing that.” He’s hard again and pushes inside me. Sliding out, he powers back in, sending my back off the mattress.
“See, nothing that feels this good is bad. It’s great. Really fucking great,” he grunts, pumping deeper into me.
“Agreed,” I sigh, draping my legs around him. “Maybe can you do less talking and just kiss me?”
“Anything you want, baby cakes.” And he swallows my laughter as his mouth claims mine.
I think it’s morning. I can’t tell. I’m so exhausted. I’ve never had so much sex, done so many things, positions…my goodness, who would have thought if you bend your—
“You’re mumbling.”
“Hmmm?” I ask, lifting my head from his chest.
“You and the mumbling when you’re in deep thought. Do you always think out loud?”
“I guess I never rea
lized I did it.” Explains why Bill always tosses crumpled up paper at me and tells me to shut up. I lay my head back down and bask in the feel of his warm skin against my cheek. “Will you tell me something about you?”
His fingers thread into my messy hair, and he brushes it away from my face. “What do you want to know?”
“Anything. I feel like I don’t know anything about you. Well, besides the obvious of smuggling drugs for a living and being an animal in bed.”
His chest rumbles with laughter. “Animal, huh? There’s not much to know. Like I said before, I grew up in Ohio, and my parents died in a car accident when I was eighteen. In the eyes of the court, I was an adult, so I was given barely enough money to feed myself for a week and told good luck. I didn’t have any idea what to do with the house or their finances. I was foolish and had a friend of the family handle their affairs. He ended up screwing me and took it all. Shortly after that, I took off. I was off the grid for some time, then showed up in Chicago.”
I lift my head. “I’m sorry about your parents.”
“Don’t be. It was a long time ago.”
“Where did you go when you went off-grid?”
“It doesn’t matter. My turn. If you could run away and live in peace, away from all the chaos, where would you go?”
I smack his chest. “You’re dodging my question.”
“That I am. Answer me.” He digs his fingers into my ribs, and I squirm.
“Okay! Okay. My parents were huge humanitarians. They were gone a lot on mission trips. When I was about twelve, they traveled to this small, remote island in Hawaii. There had been a hurricane that tore through the small community. I was shipped off to my grandparents just like every other time. God, I was so mad at them. I wanted to go. Anyway, when they returned, they showed me all the work they did. The friends they made. The lives they saved. Seeing so much devastation tore at my heart. These people’s entire lives had been destroyed. But beyond the wreckage was beauty I never knew existed. The clearest oceans, sand that looked like it felt like silk under your toes. And the smiling faces. After everything these people lost, there was one thing they all still held on to. Hope—sorry I’m babbling. You probably just wanted the short answer. It would be a small island of Kahoolawe in Hawaii.”
Feeling I’ve shared too much, I move on. “Okay, how about, what did you want to be when you grew up? I’m sure it wasn’t a drug smuggler. Before Vincent got his hands on you, what did you want to do with your life?”
He’s slow and hesitant to answer. “Be a cop.”
That answer surprises me. There’s torment in his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything else. “Why didn’t you ever pursue it—”
A mousy squeal escapes up my throat when Logan flips me. “Are you always this damn inquisitive in the morning?” His mouth covers mine, stealing my reply. Like every other time, his kiss ignites a tornado of butterflies inside my belly. I savor the way he feels draped over me, his body pressed against mine. My skin tingles with desire. I deepen our kiss, the spark inside me beginning to flare into a slow burn.
I put pressure on him to ease up, and slowly maneuver myself so I’m straddling him, taking the lead. “I am always this mouthy.” I lean forward, pressing my lips to his bare chest. “But if you want to shut me up, I have an idea.”
“Oh yeah?” His hands caress my thighs. “What’s that?” I raise my head, catching his curious stare. His eyes fog over the second he understands what I’m hinting at. I slide down his body until my hands latch around his boxer briefs, freeing his already hard cock. “Addy, you don’t—Jesus.” I wrap my hand around his thick length and take one slow stroke down his shaft. My heart is racing, but it’s because I’m insanely turned on. I’ve never done this before, and right now, I want nothing more than to taste him in my mouth. “Addy,” he moans my name in warning.
“I didn’t figure you for a prude, Justice.”
His hand thrusts in my hair and he tightens his grip. I love his aggressive side. My sex throbs for him, creating a pool of wetness between my thighs. I lower my mouth and suck on his tip. My tongue dances around him until I’ve succeeded in working up a low growl from him. I wet my lips and open wide, taking him deep into my mouth.
“Fuck, Addy.”
His gravelly voice is like gasoline, stoking the fire inside me. I lick up and down, my hand working just as vigorously. His grip on my hair sets my core ablaze, and I moan around him, bobbing faster, sucking, licking. My thighs drip with my own arousal. “Yeah, baby. Fuck…” He pushes down on my head, forcing me deeper until he’s thrusting into the back of my throat. My eyes water, but God do I love every second of this. I relax my jaw and allow him to take control as he aggressively fucks my mouth. “Shit, Addy, I’m gonna come,” he warns me, but it only entices me more. I suck harder, stroke faster. His thighs ram up before he expands in my mouth, his hot cum running down my throat.
I suck him clean, then lift up to sit on my knees. There’s no way to explain the rush of being so wild and free, having him in my mouth and him succumbing to me. I run my fingers along my lips. “Wow, that was…not enough to keep me that quiet. So, where were we? You were going to tell me why you never—ahhh!” I’m captured by his huge hands and tossed around, my wild hair whipping around my head as I hit the mattress.
“You’re gonna pay for that, you little minx. How about we see how fast my mouth can shut you up.” His lips drag down my belly. He hasn’t even made it to my sex, and I’m already about to lose it. He tears at my panties, then tosses them over his shoulder. I can’t help but giggle at the seriousness on his face as he bends down, spreading my thighs. I close my eyes, waiting for the pure ecstasy of his tongue, when a loud banging echoes from the front door.
Logan’s body tenses on top of me. The banging stops then starts up again, and he jumps out of bed, the heat of his body gone. “Get dressed. Stay in here until I come back.” He throws on a pair of joggers, then pulls a gun from his nightstand and slides it into his waistband at his back.
“Logan—”
“Just fucking do it, Addy.” He’s gone before I can argue, and I hurry off the bed in search of my clothes. My tank top is draped over the chair in the corner. My eyes scan the room while I toss it over my head and find my underwear next to the bed. I slip into those just as the door bangs open. A squeal leaves my lips as Chino walks in.
“Well, well…looks like I’m too late for the peep show. Any chance you wanna start over and dress a bit slower for me? Maybe a repeat show of that naughty blow—”
The sound of a gun cocking echoes and my eyes dart to Logan. Standing behind Chino, he holds his gun to his head. “This ain’t the bathroom, motherfucker.”
Chino shrugs, his smug smile in place. “My bad. Wrong door. If you’ll excuse me.” He turns and brushes past Logan.
Logan’s eyes burn holes into mine, his stare a mixture of anger and possessiveness. “Get dressed. We have guests.” And he’s gone again.
I throw myself into my jeans and rush down the hall, stalling in my step. Vincent is standing in his living room.
“There she is. Logan has been keeping you all to himself. Thought I would ask to borrow you for the day.” I’m frozen in place, my eyes drifting from him to Logan. Logan is a few feet away, leaning against the wall, his expression blank, giving me no indication of what I should say or do.
“Um, we were actually going to go—”
“It wasn’t a suggestion. Logan, I need you to take care of the west end. Seems we have some people who are having trouble paying on time.”
“Have Chino do it,” he says as Chino walks back into the room.
“Nah. Got my own special project for today—one you couldn’t finish.” He throws his chin at Logan. Logan’s eyes narrow, and he crosses his arms over his chest. He stares back at Chino, but there’s a tightness to it. He’s holding back from saying something. What special project is he talking about?
“The white Saint Lauren silk blouse I bought you the ot
her day would pair lovely with the tan Balenciaga slacks. I’ll wait while you dress,” Vincent says, looking down at his watch as if my opinion isn’t even up for discussion. The problem is, the brave girl chasing a story is long gone. My gut squeezes tight, telling me to speak up and tell him no. Refuse to offer myself to the lion standing before me. My indecision grows like weeds inside my chest. I need to find a way out of—
“Don’t just stand there. Jesus, go. I got shit to do.” Logan cuts off my internal debate and pushes off the wall. “Have her back by dinner. Shit ain’t gonna cook itself.” As if he couldn’t care less, he hands me over to the monster he’s created in my head and disappears into the kitchen.
What the heck?
Thanks for nothing.
Taking an imaginary hacksaw, I slice away at my hesitancy and turn to Vincent, slapping on a cheeky smile. “To the bat cave.”
I can’t chop at my uncertainty quick enough. My nerves are sprouting so fast, their vines are twisting around my neck and cutting off my air supply. Vincent sits calmly next to me, tapping his fingers against his thigh. Each thump makes me jump in my seat.
“Addy—”
“So! Where we headed?” That came out way too eager. Calm down, Addy.
“To the best steakhouse in Chicago,” he replies, and my brows raise in surprise. Steak? It’s still practically breakfast. I say no more and lean back, watching the suburbs disappear as the busy city comes into view. The silence allows my mind to jump into overdrive, wondering what Vincent’s intentions are. There’s a battle brewing inside me. Do I listen to Logan’s warnings or follow this lead? I swallow back my nerves and inhale deeply. This could be a good thing. Gain information. Anything that could help save those girls.
His driver stops in front of a prestigious building off Michigan Avenue. I’m escorted out of the car, and Vincent presses his hand against my lower back as he walks us through the restaurant. It’s…empty.
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