Chapter 13
KILLIAN
I’m going to murder him. Fuck what Dad wanted. Fuck any agreement between our families. No one hangs up on Killian Lorde.
I bang on Hayward’s front door, barely thinking straight as I glare at the surveillance camera.
I shouldn’t be here, but when he wouldn’t answer my call for the ninth time, I was annoyed enough to pay him a visit.
He didn’t realize I was just outside his place when we were chatting, but now he’s about to find out what a psychopath I really am.
It’s only a moment before one of their guys, Enzo, opens the door. “I have a meeting with Logan,” is as much as I say, Jaime and Krychek flanking me.
“Let me just check on him,” Enzo says. “I think he’s in the shower.”
“This is important. It can’t wait.”
“Oh, okay, sir.” Enzo leads me up through the house, and this must be creating a real big fuss because in no time, he has two additional security details right on our tail as we head to Logan’s room.
I can’t wait to see Logan’s face when I remind him why he can’t treat a Lorde that way.
As we near the room, I notice the keypad on the door.
“Open it,” I tell Enzo, who looks to his guys uneasily.
“If you sever ties with my family, you know as well as I do that you and everyone in this house are dead anyway, so why don’t you be a good boy and do as you’re told? I’m sure Logan will appreciate it.”
Enzo hesitates but then inputs the code, which I memorize in case I’ll need it in the future. As he opens the door, he’s about to call in, but I place my forefinger over my lips, which makes his expression twist up.
I rush in, my fury at its peak as I enter the en suite, where I find Logan stripped naked, loofahing off. His gaze shifts my way, wide-eyed as I storm into the walk-in shower, seizing him by his arm and yanking him out.
“How in the fuck did you—”
“I was already outside,” I inform him as he lurches at me, fists flying.
I take hold of his wrists and shove him against the wall adjacent to the shower. I do my best to restrain the violent rage that storms within me, wanting to tear apart something, anything, even him.
He’s showing teeth like a wild animal ready to attack. “Get the fuck out of my room.”
“No.”
“Enzo!” he calls out as he struggles against me.
He’s not a weak guy, so he finally succeeds in getting me off him and lays a blow against my cheek before I seize his wrists again, restraining him.
“Let. Me. Go!” he demands as we battle to the floor until soon I’m on top of him, pinning him down.
“Really giving me a workout, Log,” I tease.
“Enzo!” The door opens, and the guys rush in. “Get him the fuck off me!”
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 lean close, 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’s heavenly.
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.”
His cheeks pinken, but like when I licked him, he doesn’t fight me. He remains still. I move even closer, until our lips graze against each other’s.
“Stop it,” he demands, pulling back.
“Bet those lips feel as good on my mouth as they felt on my cock,” I breathe, staring at their perfect arches. “But you don’t get to have this yet, wifey.”
“Good because I don’t want them. Ever.”
“You want a lot more than that.” I rock my hips, pleasuring myself against him. “You want to know what my tongue will feel like against your ass, how good I’ll be at opening you up and making you take me fully.”
“Never.”
“Liar.”
“I’m straight.”
“I still don’t give a shit.”
I lean in like I’m about to kiss him, which as predicted, makes him pull away, giving me the upper hand. Using my weight, I push up, thrusting hard enough to shift his balance. I roll on top of him, where I belong. He’s still holding my wrists, trying for an advantage, which makes me laugh.
“If I hadn’t spent all my energy on my jog, I’d be kicking your ass right now.”
“I see I’ve already got you thinking about my ass. We’re getting close.” I breathe in another whiff of coconut.
“Can we call a truce, and you get the hell off me?” he pushes.
“I’m not the one who started this.”
“You’re the one who broke into my room and attacked me in the shower.”
“I was let into the room, and I pulled you from the shower. Then you attacked me.”
He glares at me, though I don’t care how he feels about any of it; I know I’m right.
“If I let you go, promise not to hit me?”
He hesitates before conceding. “Okay. Just get the fuck off.”
“Not the way I want to get off, but fine.” I release and crawl off him.
He huffs and gets up, giving me a chance to get another full view of that beautiful body I’ve been deprived of since I had him in my study, when I could have done whatever the hell I wanted to him and there wasn’t a damn thing he could’ve done about it.
He grabs his towel, immediately blocking my view before turning to me.
I hold my hand out for him to help me up, and he folds his arms.
“You’re going to make every moment difficult, aren’t you?” I ask.
“You’re not exactly making this easy.”
I push to my feet, appreciating the adrenaline he’s got pulsing through me and the thick erection he’s worked up. And I can’t help but notice the tent in his towel.
“What’s that?” I ask.
He glances around uneasily. “What?”
“Ah, now I know why you grabbed that towel so fast.”
His jaw clenches.
“I think this is the sexiest face you make, by the way.”
He rushes me. “Just because I got a little hard doesn’t mean I was turned on by that.”
“Admit you’re as curious as I am.”
He hesitates—another victory. I don’t even care if I’m deluding myself. All I know is, he devoured my cock and now he’s turned on by rolling around the bathroom with me.
“It’s okay, Logan. You have time to consider that boner before our date on Friday.”
“I have plans.”
“I know you do. With me.”
He scowls, and fuck if that doesn’t make me harder. I need to get out of here before this desire consumes me.
“I’ll text you where to meet me. And I expect a reply. Promptly.”
“What is promptly to you?”
“You’ll figure that out, one way or another.
But I’d be careful because even if your guys aren’t as willing to let me in next time, I will tear this entire house apart to find you.
” My gaze fixes on his mouth. I rest my forefinger on his lips, and that feels like it’s just pushed some precum from my cock.
“See you Friday, wifey.” I move slowly, until my face is near his throat, and he doesn’t move as I press my teeth into his skin, forcing indentations.
I offer a lick before pulling away and locking gazes with him.
“I’m going to devour every part of you,” I assure him, and he gulps.
But I must restrain myself for now, so I clench my fists and pry myself away from him, hurrying out the door.
I didn’t realize how worked up he got me until I’m standing in the hall with the guys. My face is hot, breathing intense, the rush like electric currents surging, my dick still twitching. I’m half tempted to dash back in and make him mine, but I wisely continue down the hall.
Patience. You’ll have plenty of time to fuck Logan Wilde.