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“I want to lick you, here.” He pulls my underwear to the side to touch my pussy with his knuckle. I flush and he pushes my dress up over my ass, placing featherlight kisses on every inch of bare skin he can find on his way down to the spot between my thighs. When he finally gets there, I tighten my grip on his hair, moaning when his tongue slides over my clit in a way that drives me crazy.
My legs tremble and I lift my ass up as he strokes the insides of my thighs, but he keeps me pinned to the table. “All the bad things I wanna do to you,” his voice is gravelly and low and he quickens his pace, sucking on my clit every few seconds before he goes right back to licking me. I tip my head back on my shoulders and fall apart for him.
“My badass angel,” he praises and pulls his mouth back up to mine. I watch as he pops the button of his black slacks. He smirks and pulls his dick out, holding my eyes as his arms pull me back up, my face inches away from his crotch. I inhale sharply, and wrap my hands around his musky, thick length. This time I don’t need any guidance. His smell is intoxicating as I pump him in long, firm strokes. He rocks his hips into my hand and hisses.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” he moans. I look up and see the way he’s tipped his head back over his shoulders, a vein throbbing in his long neck. It’s a beautiful sight and the sense of power it gives me is exhilarating. I cup his balls gently while my hand continues to work his long shaft. He mumbles something I can’t comprehend, and I feel his body going rigid.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck—”
He comes and creams my hand with his jizz. I lazily continue my strokes, until every single drop has been milked. He pulls me in for a soft kiss and exhales in my neck. “God…”
“Let me get you cleaned up,” I mumble as I hop off the pool table and walk to the bathroom, where I grab the first fluffy towel I can find to wipe off my sticky hands and his abs.
Once we’re clean, he pulls me tightly in his arms and drags me from the table. “That was amazing,” he mumbles. “Let’s drink something now.” He opens the first beer can and at the same time there’s a firm knock on the door, followed by a visibly nervous looking Mason.
“What the hell?” Logan grumbles, nostrils flaring with anger.
“I’m sorry boss, but we need to go.Now. There’s been an incident.”
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
SUNDAY EVENING – LOGAN
“This had better be urgent if you want to save your ass from being fired.”
Mason looks sheepishly from me to Angélique and back. “We received the full threat, the full video of the execution,” is all he says.
Is. All. He. Says.
“Are you fucking crazy?” I nod toward Angélique, who’s still in my arms. Fully dressed and cleaned up, thank fuck.
“Execution?” Her eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. Surprisingly, she doesn’t run for the door. Perhaps she’s still out of it after the mind-blowing orgasm we just shared.
Mason realizes his mistake and puts a hand in front of his mouth.
“Shut it. Don’t make this any worse. Let’s just get out of here.”
I keep my arm around Angélique as I guide her toward the stairs.
“What do you want me to do with the lady, Logan?”
I stop in my tracks and look over my shoulder. “Youare not doing anything with the lady.” He’s got a point though. If Mason hadn’t blabbed like the fool he is, I would have been able to prepare her for our lifestyle.
Perhaps she’ll stay?
Oh, who am I kidding.
“She’s coming with us.” I look at her with a challenging glare. When she doesn’t reply, I dart out to lick my lower lip and enjoy the way her eyes follow my gesture. “You’ve got questions, right?” I try to sound as casual as possible, ignoring the sudden pounding of my heart. “I can give you all the answers, and more. But like I said before, this visit is like Hotel California. There’s a way in, but you can never leave.” I turn on my heel without waiting for her reply. I’m a goddamn fool, is what I am. Mason just mentioned a fucking execution. I wouldn’t sit around for the show, if I were her.
We walk down the stairs, Mason hot on my heels. Truth is, I don’t want to look behind me to see if she’s following. This was all a bad idea. There’s a reason I’ve never invited any woman to be a part of this. Part of our family. How long have I known her anyway? And I wasn’t kidding. She can’t just walk in, consider her options, and walk out.
“What’s this threat about?” I grumble, needing to free my mind from Angélique and focus on what matters. Without a reply, Mason clears my path in the bar and we march at a fast pace toward the exit, keeping our heads down so we won’t be distracted by any regulars. I know this is the way to do things and he’s just being professional, but it’s not helping my spinning head. We make our way through the exit, and I breathe in some fresh air as we head toward the car.
“Ruby’s driving Harry and Samuel today. Big joined them.” Mason opens the door for me and I slide into the backseat, although he doesn’t get in immediately. I watch him from behind the tinted window and observe him pacing in front of the bar on the street while he speaks on the phone. His body language gives him away and my mood sinks. He’s an obedient son of a bitch. Yet I can’t believe that Mom and Dad callhiminstead of me. I check my own cell, only to see three missed calls. Yeah, okay.
I tap the glass and mouth, “Let’s go. Hurry the fuck up.” Mason gives me an absentminded wave, before he ducks his head and continues his conversation.
What’s wrong with everyone? Our world’s being threatened but no, we have all the time in the world. I want to open the door and drag his ass inside, but the thought of Mom hearing that, isn’t worth the possible thrill. So in an attempt to distract myself, I shoot Connor a message, my foot tapping against the floor. He replies within twenty seconds, confirming that he’ll be joining the meeting. Finally, the front door is opened and Mason hops in, sending me an apologetic look through the rearview mirror. At the same time, the backdoor opens and Angélique steps in. My glare turns into surprise as I can’t help the words tumbling from my mouth. “For fuck’s sake Mason, I don’t want your fucking excuses. I want you to fuckingdrive.”
