44. Logan
Sweat tricklesdown my back as I lower myself into a squat, then brace my core and tighten my glutes to drive the weight I’ve got racked across my shoulders back up. The metal of the bar is warm in my grip, the feel of it as familiar as breathing. I’m on my third set, and—
I freeze at the top of the motion, my form perfect but my count off.
I blink. Is this my third set? I’d been replaying a moment from the night before in my head, when Riley had helped me prep toppings for the pizzas she’d insisted we all make from scratch, and I’d lost count of my reps.
That never happens.
Except that it has been, several times over the last few weeks, and it’s not the only area that cracks have started to form in the strict routine and regimented order I’ve created for my life.
In the past, those kinds of breaks have felt like painful losses of control, making me feel like I was teetering on the brink of a terrifying abyss, the skin of my body flayed raw, leaving me exposed and in danger of spiraling down into chaos.
And yet, I don’t feel any of that right now. Just a mild annoyance that I’m not sure how many sets I’ve actually completed.
I lower the bar to the ground and stretch out my neck, then walk over to the edge of the mat and hydrate with four ounces of water. Using the break to examine this odd change.
I have no interest in abandoning the order in my life and no expectation or desire to change entirely, but it’s also pleasant in a way I never expected to feel so calm about the unexpected variation in my routine.
I doubt I’ll ever stop being haunted by the horrors of my past, but the darkness they bred inside me hasn’t spawned the same kind of monster that lived in my mother. I was shaped by her evil, but I wasn’t shaped in her image.
The realization is freeing, and when I recap my water bottle and set it down on the shelf, I place it off center, then turn back to the mat to continue my set.
For a moment. The misplacement is too much, and I quickly turn around and align the bottle where it belongs, in the precise center of the shelf. But when I restart my squats, I don’t let concerns about the exact number of reps I zoned out on slow me down, I simply pick up from the start of my third set, and the world doesn’t spiral out of control. In fact, I shock myself when I finish and enter my bathroom to shower, because my reflection in the mirror is actually smiling.
I quickly correct that, but then strip down and step under the hot spray of water only to be surrounded by the sweet, musky scent of Riley. I fucked her against the glass in here less than twenty-four hours ago, and I’ll have to do it again—soon, and regularly—if it’s going to keep my shower smelling of her like this.
I soap up and realize I’m not just smiling again, I’m full-on grinning, my cock hard and dripping from the memory. I stroke it, my body constantly insatiable for my wildcat, but then force my hand away because the pleasure isn’t something I want to bother with until I can share it with her again.
And I know exactly how I want to do that today. Something I’ve been planning for a while.
I finish cleaning myself, quickly and efficiently, then dry off and dress before pulling the item I purchased for her out of my desk drawer. I know she’ll still be asleep at this hour, and that’s fine. She’s very, very good at following directions.
I quickly pen a note with instructions, then slip into her room and leave the note and her gift on the pillow next to her. Her face is soft and beautiful when she sleeps, and I’m tempted for a moment to wake her, kiss and defile her, ease the pressure of my arousal in the sweet, welcoming heat of her body.
But that can wait, and it will be all the more enjoyable for the delay.
I go downstairs to start breakfast, my brothers each wandering in shortly thereafter.
“Coffee?” Dante asks us both, heading straight to the machine.
Maddoc grunts his reply, which we all know is and always will be yes to that question, and I give Dante a small nod as I dice peppers for the omelets I’m going to make.
“What’s the word from Ruiz?” Dante asks, leaning back against the counter as the coffee brews. “Is he gonna go in on the new supply route with us?”
We slip into a discussion of the partnership we’ve been working on with the 17th Street Gang as I cook, and just before the omelets are ready to be plated, Riley walks in.
She looks radiant. Always. But there’s a particular flush to her cheeks that sends heat shooting through my body.
We exchange a look, and the answering heat in her eyes tells me that she’s obeyed my instructions.
I’m tempted to grin, but I school my features through force of habit. The gift she’s given me, though—putting herself at my mercy and under my control—has a dark excitement brewing in me that’s harder to contain.
I serve up breakfast while the three of them switch from talking about Reaper business to discussing the schools we’ve been looking into for Chloe. While she was in the safe house with Nathan, she finished up her GED since she missed her high school graduation while West Point held her captive, and now, with the financial resources Riley has, she’s determined to follow through on her goal of sending her sister to college.
“That’s too far away,” she says to Maddoc when he pushes for a school on the east coast that Chloe’s expressed an interest in.
“Getting her out of Halston for a while isn’t a bad idea, butterfly.”
“She doesn’t need to go that far! She’s not in danger anymore, not now that West Point is gone.”
“Come on now, princess,” Dante says, tactfully not pointing out that there will always be danger to all of us. “Let the girl live a little. Get out and explore. Ain’t that what growing up is about?”
Riley huffs out a breath. “Well, yes, but—”
I slip my hand into my pocket and press the remote, turning on the vibrator I told her to insert into her pussy before coming downstairs.
She stiffens, her voice stuttering breathlessly. “B-Bu-But, um, she…”
Dante raises an eyebrow. “She what? Wants to see a little of the world? We can send people with her, you know. I’m sure Nathan would volunteer. We won’t send her off without protection.”
“Good,” Riley whispers, that gorgeous flush in her cheeks spreading down her throat as she jerks her eyes up to meet mine. “She should… have that.”
I grin at her, and her eyes dilate in full.
Then I turn the vibrator off. “I agree.”
“You do?” she asks faintly.
“Absolutely.”
She hums absently in response, shifting on her seat and picking up her fork, and Dante gives her a quizzical look over her quick acquiescence, then shrugs and goes back to making his case for Chloe spreading her wings.
Neither of my brothers seems to realize just how little Riley is following the conversation anymore, since she continues to manage to contribute little “hmmms” and “uh-huhs” along the way, but her distraction is like a drug that I can’t get enough of as I steal her attention, over and over, with the silent remote.
It isn’t until after we’ve finished breakfast and I’ve cleaned up the kitchen that I realize what the unfamiliar feeling in my gut is.
Toying with Riley this way isn’t just arousing, it’s also fun.
I’m having fun.
“Something wrong, brother?” Dante asks, bouncing the keys to the Escalade in his hand.
I blink, realizing he caught me staring off into space after loading the dishwasher.
I quickly dry my hands and turn to face him. “Not at all.”
He gives me a searching look, then shrugs. “Let’s head out, then. Madd just got the call from the Realtor.”
I nod, and follow him out. With plans progressing so smoothly on the 17th Street Gang partnership, we’ve decided to buy a new building to provide a legitimate front for the increase in activity. The one we’re checking out today is perfectly located between our two territories, and the research I’ve done into its zoning and construction history indicates it will work for our needs. A visual inspection is the last step.
Maddoc has Riley pinned up against the side of the Escalade when Dante and I get outside, his tongue down her throat and her ass in his hands, and my cock twitches in my pants at the compelling sight. Without thinking, I reach into my pocket again and flip on her vibrator.
She gasps, lurching against him, and he chuckles, stepping back and adjusting his erection. “Don’t tempt me, butterfly. The Realtor is waiting.”
“Let’s go then,” she says, pushing her hair back with a shaky smile.
She turns a quick glare on me, and I grin back, increasing the setting by two.
“Fuck,” she whispers, smacking the side of the Escalade to brace herself. Her knees look a little wobbly, and her nipples are twin points, clearly visible through the silky material of her thin shirt.
Dante frowns. “You okay, princess?”
“She’s perfect,” I say. “Would you like me to drive?”
It distracts him the way I intended.
“Hell, no,” he says with a wide grin. “I’m taking the wheel.”
“Then I’ll navigate,” I say, slipping into the passenger seat and turning off the vibe.
Maddoc and Riley slip into the backseat, and I tap the building’s address into the GPS.
Dante snorts, starting up the vehicle. “That ain’t called navigating, brother. That’s just data entry.”
I keep up the banter with him while keeping an eye on Riley through the rearview mirror. Her arousal is my favorite sight, and the fact that Maddoc is toying with her, too—whispering what I assume are filthy things in her ear while completely oblivious to the control I have over her pleasure right now—just heightens the stakes of the game.
By the time we reach the building, Riley’s skin glows with a thin sheen of sweat, the flush on her skin, rapid breathing, and dilation of her pupils all giving away how effective the toy I purchased for her is.
“Excited about doing a walk through on your new building, yeah?” Dante teases her once we all get out and he catches sight of her aroused state.
“Our new building,” she says, a strain to her voice that’s unmistakable. The glare she gives Dante is pure wildcat, though.
Her inheritance—both from William Sutherland and from Austin McKenna’s holdings—may be funding this purchase, but Riley has been insistent that her assets are “our” assets, even though Maddoc has refused to allow her to move them out of her name.
“Ours, princess,” Dante murmurs, his eyes heating as they rake over her. “Fuck, I love you.”
She flushes even more, and I can’t resist. As she sways toward him, I flick the vibrator back on.
She makes an utterly delicious sound, her whole body trembling as one hand shoots out to latch onto Dante’s bicep, holding him in a death grip.
“I… love you… too,” she says, biting her lip hard. Then she takes a deep breath, visibly gaining control over herself, and lets him go. “Should we go inside?”
Dante raises his eyebrows, then smirks at Maddoc, clearly blaming her state on him. “Sure.”
Anything else he might have said is forestalled by the appearance of the Realtor, a mature, high-energy woman with sensible heels and a no-nonsense attitude who quickly steers the conversation toward the building’s attributes and features.
She leads us on a tour, and Maddoc’s attention shifts to business as he drills her for details along the way. Dante handles most of the physical inspection, knocking on walls and crouching down to check ducts and plumbing fixtures.
I walk next to Riley, my hand in my pocket, finger on the remote.
“You’ll notice that the office suites on this floor have all been wired for high-speed internet,” the Realtor says, leading us up a set of stairs. “It would be easy to extend that to the manufacturing floor below if that would be useful.”
“What do you think, wildcat?” I murmur. “Should we extend it?”
“Logan.”
Her whisper is more of a whimper when I activate the vibrator again, and her steps stumble for a moment.
I capture her elbow, steadying her, and Dante shoots us a questioning look.
“Take a look at the setup in here,” the Realtor says, leading us into one of the offices.
“I like it,” I say, turning off the vibe and drawing inquiring looks from both my brothers.
The Realtor beams at me. “I’m so glad. Do you have any questions?”
“Yes.” I turn to Riley, flicking the vibe on again. “Do you like it, wildcat?”
She gasps, her cheeks flushing with color again, and reaches out to steady herself on the windowsill. “It’s… very nice.”
“The view is fantastic, isn’t it?” the Realtor says, bustling over to join her there. “It’s a commercial district, so scenic isn’t really the word, but from this floor, you can see all of eastern Halston.”
“Mmhmm,” Riley says, her fingers trembling as she raises her hand and presses it, palm flat, against the glass. “It’s…” She swallows hard. “Lovely.”
Maddoc frowns, then asks the Realtor about something that brings her over to the other side of the room. Riley’s got on a tight pair of jeans that frame her ass beautifully, and I can see it clenching and releasing as her breath grows ragged and she leans her forehead against the cool glass, next to her hand.
My cock responds, the memory of how fucking good it feels when I’m buried inside her almost too much to bear.
Dante moves closer to her, leaning down to whisper quietly in her ear. “You okay, princess?”
She nods, still leaning against the glass, and I dial the vibrator up to its highest setting.
Her eyes pop open, looking glazed, and a strangled gasp escapes her as a full-body shudder that’s fucking beautiful to see rolls through her body.
My balls pull up tight, aching for release, the control I have over her pleasure right now almost as arousing as the sight of her orgasm.
Dante’s eyes go wide too. “You just fucking came, didn’t you?” he asks quietly.
She bites her lip hard enough to turn it white, and nods.
I have mercy, thumbing the remote off, and Dante curses quietly under his breath, reaching down to adjust himself as he angles his body between her and the Realtor, sheltering her while she collects herself.
As he does, he catches my eye, and I grin.
His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “You?”
I slip the edge of the remote out of my pocket so he can see it, and his eyes turn molten with heat as understanding dawns.
“Madd,” he calls out, cutting into the conversation Maddoc’s having with the Realtor about some of the permits we’ll need to be able to mask our activities here.
Maddoc looks over, taking in and analyzing the whole scene with one quick glance, an ability that’s helped him rise to the top as our leader and works just as well when he needs to make quick, strategic decisions for other reasons.
Like now.
A wolfish smile flashes across his face, which he quickly schools back to blandness as he turns back to the Realtor. “We’re interested,” he tells her, his tone commanding and abrupt. “We need a few moments alone to discuss the details, though.”
“Of course! There’s a coffee stand a couple blocks away. I’ll head over there to grab a cup. Can I bring you back something?”
Maddoc turns down the offer and ushers her out, then closes the door to the empty office with a firm click. As he turns back to face us, I flick the remote on again.
“Oh shit,” Riley gasps, bracing herself against the window again as we all converge on her.
“What’s happening, butterfly?” Maddoc demands in a low purr, stalking toward her. “Why are you trying to distract us from business? You know how important it is that we secure this location. Are you looking to get punished?”
“Fuck, stop. I can’t… don’t say that,” she says with a stuttering laugh, breathless and arousing, as she shakes her head. “Logan’s already torturing me enough.”
“This is Logan’s fault?” Maddoc asks, looking surprised.
“Impressive, yeah?” Dante says with a grin. Then, to me, “Didn’t know you had it in you to be so playful, brother. I’m not complaining, though.” He rubs his hands together. “This could be fun.”
I roll my eyes, but give up trying to mask my grin. It is fucking fun to torture Riley like this, and the way her arousal turns me on—turns all of us on—isn’t something I’d trade for the world.
The three of us box Riley in, crowding her back against the window. “What exactly did you do to our girl, Logan?” Maddoc asks without taking his eyes off her.
He grabs her jaw, running his thumb back and forth across her lower lip as she pants, staring up at him.
She’s still trembling, squeezing her thighs together in a way that probably works the vibe—on the lowest setting right now—right against her g-spot.
“I gave her a gift,” I answer Maddoc, pulling the remote out so it’s in plain view.
I dial it up to a higher setting, and Riley cries out, her mouth falling open.
Maddoc pushes his thumb between her lips. “Suck.”
She whines, her eyes falling to half-mast and her body undulating with her rising pleasure as she complies.
“She seems to like your gift,” Maddoc murmurs, his eyes darkening with lust. He slips his thumb out of her mouth, getting another cock-hardening whimper, and steps back. “But why don’t you check and make sure, Logan? If she’s not wet enough, we might have to work a little harder to help her along.”
I move in, backing her against the window. “I can do that.”
I rub my hand over her pussy, then undo her jeans and slip my hand inside. The satiny pair of panties she’s got on are soaked all the way through, and the feel of her hot, slick folds when I work my fingers underneath the moist material makes me groan, my already erect cock turning to pure diamond.
I push the slick silicone into her a little deeper, the vibrations traveling up my wrist as she writhes against my hand.
“Logan.”
Heat bursts through me, sudden and all-consuming. The vibe is enjoyable, but it’s not enough anymore. I want to fuck her and watch my brothers fuck her. I want to know she’ll let us do anything, anywhere, at any time.
I grip her chin tightly, tilting her head up and sending the bright, colorful waves of her hair cascading over the glass behind her. “Everyone can see you.”
She moans, grinding harder against the hand I’ve still got buried between her legs.
It’s not true. The windows on this place are tinted from the outside, so that view the Realtor mentioned only goes one way. But that’s not the point.
The hungry look that comes over Riley’s face is the point.
The way her body tightens, her breath quickening with excitement, is the point.
The dirty pleasure I know it gives her to be watched, seen, wanted—that’s the fucking point.
I slide my hand down to her throat, the feel of her delicate pulse fluttering against my palm feeding the insatiable darkness inside me. “You’re a dirty girl, and you’re about to get fucked like one. Is that what has you so wet?”
“You do,” she whispers, her voice broken and the raw, desperate need in it fucking beautiful to hear. “You make me wet. So please fuck me. Right now.”
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes.”
I press harder against the vibrator she’s wearing inside herself for me. “You want to get fucked by all three of us?”
“Please, yes,” she pants.
“Fucking Christ,” Dante says with a groan, palming himself as he watches us. “I need to get inside her already. Unwrap that pussy for us, Logan.”
I spin Riley around and pull her jeans and panties down as she braces herself against the window.
“Our realtor ain’t wrong,” Dante mutters as I slide the vibe out and toss it aside. “This right here is a gorgeous fucking view.” Then his smile turns wicked. “You see her out there, princess? Is that realtor of ours gonna make it back with the coffee she wanted while my brother’s got his cock buried inside you? You want her to catch you acting like our dirty little cum slut, begging all three of us to fill you?”
Riley’s breath hitches, the risk turning her on even more.
I can’t stand it. I free my cock and drive it into her tight, wet heat, unable to wait any longer.
I bottom out with one thrust, groaning from how fucking good it feels.
“That’s it. Fuck her hard, Logan,” Maddoc says sharply. “Fuck her until she screams. No one sees Riley come except for us, so get it done before we have company.”
He’s right, but I still take a moment to just breathe her in, grinding against her perfect ass as I press against her back, pinning her against the glass.
“Logan,” she begs, her pussy rippling around my shaft. “God, please.”
That feels even better, and when she begs me like that, I have to move. Have to fuck her. Have to relieve the pressure that’s been building up inside me ever since I delivered her gift this morning.
So I take my brother’s advice and flatten my hand between her shoulder blades to hold her in place, then take her apart. “Come on my cock,” I demand, my own orgasm rising hot and fast as I pound into her. “Come for me, wildcat. Come while my brothers are watching.”
Her body tightens around me as a deep shudder moves through her, and then she’s doing it. Coming in a powerful wave that unleashes my release as soon as it hits.
“Fuck,” I grit out, the pleasure so intense it’s almost blinding. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
My balls ache with the intensity of it, and when I pull out and see my cum trickle down her thighs, they give one final pulse, sending another burst of pleasure through me as I back away and let Dante line himself up behind our girl.
“Gonna fuck my brother’s cum back into you,” he says, impaling her. “Can’t be wasting that shit, now can we? Gotta keep you nice and full.”
“Yes. Fuck, do it,” she pants as he starts to drive into her, hard and fast like he’s just as pent up as I was. “Give me more. Dirty me up.”
“With pleasure,” Dante promises, tilting her ass to get a better angle and then fucking her until she screams for him.
When he finally pulls out, Maddoc’s eyes are blazing with heat, his cock ready and waiting in his hand.
He moves into place behind her, pulling her shirt above her breasts and palming them roughly. She’s braless again, and my fingers itch to feel those nipples between them. To cause her a little pain.
Maddoc does it for me, pinching them hard enough to make her gasp.
“Press these against the glass while I fuck you,” he says, rubbing his erection between her ass cheeks. “Let’s give Halston a look at just how hot you look while you take my cock.”
He pulls her hair back, bending her spine into a beautiful arch, then slowly eases his cock into her.
“She’s coming,” Riley gasps, panting with her forehead against the window. “The realtor’s… coming back. Fuck me faster.”
Maddoc spanks her hard, getting another pretty gasp out of her, and pulls out slowly before plunging in again. “Who’s in charge here?”
“She’s coming, Maddoc!”
He grins, dark and dirty, and fucks her deep. “Then you’d better come first. Unless you want her to see how fucking perfect you look on my cock.”
Riley squeezes her eyes closed, a shuddering moan coming out of her mouth, and when Maddoc finally lets loose, it only takes a few strokes before she’s shaking and falling apart for him.
He groans, fisting her hair hard, and fills her up with his load, then quickly pulls out and spins her around, pulling up her pants and smoothing down her shirt.
“Love you,” he says, giving her a quick, hard kiss. Then he smirks and smacks her ass while I scoop up the vibrator I tossed aside earlier. “But I’ll always love you a little bit more when you’re filthy with our cum.”
He tucks himself away just as the realtor gives two brisk knocks on the door and walks back in, coffee cup in hand. Her steps falter for just a moment—probably because Riley looks sex drunk and the entire room smells of our combined arousal—but she must scent a commission in the air too, because she just raises an eyebrow and holds out a contract. “Ready to buy yourself a building?”
“We’ll take it.” Maddoc says, his eyes still on Riley and his voice softening in a way I never heard from him before she came into our life. “It’s everything we want.”