Bonus Chapter
Logan
My mouth tastes like ass.
Not that I would know what ass tastes like. I mean, I’ve always wondered but never had the courage to ask—
Speaking of ass, mine twinges when I shift under the blanket covering me, entirely too warm. I flinch, groaning into a mess of sweet-smelling hair tickling my face as my head starts to throb, and I try to recall what the hell happened over the last twenty-four hours.
I remember following Salem to the casino bar, where she sat clear on the other side and glared at me while we each took shot after shot of vodka.
After this, things start to get a little fuzzy. Eventually, we both ended up on the dance floor at some point, and I kept stepping in when she’d try to grind on strangers. Then she was grinding on me. Grabbing my throat, kissing me, turning me on when she’d rub her body against my crotch—
I cut that thought off as my dick twitches, already hard beneath something heavy.
With a groan, I thrust into it only once before reaching down to shove whatever it is off me and freeze when my palm slides against a smooth thigh. My eyes fly open to find bright red hair covering my face, Salem asleep curled around my body.
Her warm breath brushes my neck as she nuzzles closer, her hand splayed on my stomach, and my heartbeat kicks into overdrive at the fact that she’s actually snuggling me. Holding me after months of no contact.
I shift again, trying to ease the weight on my dick and flinch again at the ache in my ass, which has me going still all over again.
If my hole hurts, then that means we…she…
More memories from last night flood my brain in flashes. Salem and me dancing, Salem dragging me to the bathroom where we made out in a stall, her forcing me to my knees where she rode my face. And then…and then…
A chapel. Elvis. Wedding vows.
Rumpled sheets, more vodka, Salem pulling out the strap before bending me over, and then she climbed on top of me.
“Now we’re married, and you don’t have to feel guilty anymore. Remember your safe word?”
Oh, God.
Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.
What have I fucking done?
I jerk away, startling her awake when I sit up straight and push against the headboard like my body burns. Her blood-shot grey eyes find mine, widening by the second when she takes in the state I’m in, and she sits up slowly as her brows pinch in concern. She’s in my shirt and nothing else, her hair a beautiful mess around her delicate shoulders.
“Logan?” she rasps, reaching across the bed for me, but I shake my head wildly, my throat swelling to the point I can’t breathe .
We both glance down at her hand simultaneously and as our gazes catch the silver band gleaming on her finger, then the matching one on mine, all time seems to stop. She raises her terrified eyes to mine, the pink in her cheeks fading when the blood drains from her face, even the freckles dotting her nose turning white.
And then she opens her mouth to fucking scream.
An ear-splitting shriek erupts from her vocal cords as she scrambles off the bed, and I flinch back, covering my ears when the sound sends my brain into a tailspin. The vodka from last night roils in my stomach, threatening to come back up.
“You fix it, Logan!” She hollers, pointing at me with a finger like I’m the one who has any say. “You fucking fix it!”
Footsteps thunder toward us before a group of guys burst into the room, Taylor, Xed, and Matty gazing between her and me in confusion. My uncle Devon sidles up behind them, crossing his arms as he leans against the door frame buck-ass fucking naked, and I drop my head into my hands to hide the sight.
“Holy fucking shit,” Taylor blurts out, and I hear him clap his hand over his mouth. “Oh my God. You two fucked .”
I peek out from my fingers to find Salem glaring at him and Xed nearly chokes as he points at her, standing in nothing but a shirt and underwear.
“Is that what I think it is?”
“All of you, get out!” she screams, hiding her hand behind her back, but Taylor lets out a maniacal laugh before launching onto the bed beside me.
“Dude, she finally took your V card! Now she owns both of ours. Up top!” He raises a hand for a high five, grinning at me, and I stare as I try to process the fact that I’m no longer pure. I had sex. Before marriage. Gave up something only meant to be shared between—
My brain screeches to a halt.
I am married. Because Salem is now my fucking wife.
We let Elvis bind us forever.
I’m going to throw up.
Taylor shrugs as he whips out his phone. “We gotta FaceTime Huck at the gym and tell him his best friend just lost his virginity.”
“I think you’re missing the point,” Xed scoffs, gesturing between us. “Look at their fingers, Tay. Use your fucking eyes.”
“Why, what do you—" Tay freezes mid-sentence as he grabs both our hands and holds them up to his face. “What the fuck are thooose ?! Are those wedding rings?”
Salem jumps on him, trying to rip her hand away, but he just rotates around and pins her beneath him. My gaze drops to the ring on my finger; it’s silver metal like a brand on my skin, a scarlet letter marking me as what I am.
Sinner, sinner, sinner.
“We…it was a mistake,” Salem grits out, glaring over at me. “An accident. And Logan’s going to fix it!”
There’s no fixing a fall from grace.
Devon yawns loudly, drawing everyone’s gaze to where he still leans against the doorway, naked.
“I guess congrats are in order?” He smirks, looking hateful, and Matty pushes out an angry huff.
“Seriously? Put on some clothes, man. Have some respect. I doubt Salem wants to see your dick.”
I certainly don’t.
My uncle shrugs, unfazed, as he all but studies his nails. “Considering she was riding it three days ago, I don’t think it matters. ”
Whatever shock I was in quickly fades, an anger unlike any I’ve ever felt boiling my blood as I turn to glare at her. “You fucked my uncle?”
How could she?! How fucking dare she?
Taylor slowly climbs off her as she lifts her chin at me. “Yeah, so what? I fucked Taylor and Christian, too, before we got together.”
Visceral disgust slices through my chest, a pain so sharp I’m surprised there’s no blood gushing out of me. It steals my breath, leaving me gasping for air as I shout with all the fury coursing through my veins. “But neither of them is my fucking uncle!”
My voice bounces off the walls, making everyone flinch. Ripping the sheets off me, I jump to my feet, storming toward the bathroom before slamming the door behind me.
Immediately, I launch for the toilet, where everything in my system over the last twelve hours empties out of my stomach. Tears burn my eyes, spilling onto my lashes as I purge myself of all the alcohol, wishing I could purge the sin from my flesh, too.
Someone knocks on the door when I flush, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand, and Devon’s voice reaches my ears. “It’s me, Loge. Let me in.”
“Fuck you,” I mutter quietly, resting my palms on the sink as I finally take in my reflection. See my red-rimmed gold eyes and messy brown strands. There’s a slight bruise on the side of my neck and a few forming on my hips that look like fingerprints. My body aches all over.
“Remember your safe word?”
Yeah. I remembered. And obviously didn’t use it when I should have .
“Fuck you,” I mutter again to my reflection, hating the sight of myself even more now for falling into temptation again. For craving the things I do. For blackening my soul.
The bathroom door opens, and I glare at Devon through the mirror when he steps up beside me wearing my pants. We’re almost the same height, same build, but his torso is pierced and tatted, while mine…isn’t. Because tattoos are a sin, according to God.
I still have a hard time accepting that one.
“I hate you.” The words slip out before I can stop them, and Dev smirks as he crosses his arms.
“You and everyone else. Think you’re fucking special?”
Spinning around, I shove him back against the wall, balling my fists as I fight the urge to hit. I’d probably just break my hand. “Out of everyone in the group, you had to pick her?! Don’t you have enough options?”
“First off, she picked me , asshole,“ he bites out, straightening to his full height, which so happens to be a few inches taller than me. “And last I heard, you two were through. How the fuck was I supposed to know you’d get married in Vegas?”
“Shit.” I press my knuckles into my eyes, feeling like I’m going to puke all over again. “My mom and dad are going to kill me.”
Not only do they hate Salem despite never meeting her, but now she’s their…their daughter-in-law.
And we weren’t even married inside the church.
Devon scoffs, drawing attention as I lower my hands to see him sneering at me, his lips stretching around his piercing. “Your parents aren’t saints. They have no right to judge.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mutter, backing up until my ass hits the counter.
I need a game plan. Marriages can be annulled, right? From what I remember, we’ve got twenty-four hours to dissolve everything. Salem doesn’t want this, and neither do I. Not like this.
“Oh, I know more than you think,” Dev says, running a hand through his brown strands. “Trust me, kid, they’ve got no room to talk.”
“And how would you know?!” Something in me snaps at his words, and I curl my lips to snarl at him. “You haven’t even seen or talked to my dad in how many years? Your own brother. No wonder everyone hates you.”
The words are hateful, and I regret them as soon as they’re out, echoing off the pristine tile around us.
His honey-gold eyes narrow, a darkness crossing his features when he steps toward me with a violent intent. “You’re the one who doesn’t know shit. That man is not my brother.”
Blowing out a breath, I lock my fingers behind my neck as I gaze at the ceiling. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean it, but seriously, you never come around. I know grandma and grandpa are strict, but—"
“You don’t get it,” Devon cuts me off, grabbing my arm to spin me toward the mirror. “Look at us, Logan. Really look. What do you see?”
My brows slam down in confusion as I study our reflections. Two sets of eyes—similar in color but different in shape. Hair that falls the same way, but his strands are darker than mine. Bone structures that don’t match. His defined jawline is tighter than my rounded one. Everyone used to say we looked alike growing up, but the similarities began to fade as we got older. “I don’t…I don’t understand. ”
He scoffs in my ear, meeting my gaze with a cruel smile that’s become a permanent fixture on his face. “Of course, you don’t. Because they never told you.”
“Told me what?” My voice shakes as I ask, a slight tremble in my fingers when I reach up to lay my palm on the glass.
Dev does the same, his hand mirroring mine. “Your parents have been lying to you. To us and every single person. I’m not your uncle, Logan, and your dad isn’t your birth father. He’s mine. You’re fucking adopted.”