Chapter 2

Logan

I listen for her footsteps to disappear before I turn back to my brothers.

“That was pure torture,” Owen groans, closing his eyes as he lets out a deep breath.

Why did she have to come down here dressed like that? Now, all I can think about is how her breasts were hardly covered and the way her nipples pressed against her thin nightie.

It brought me back to the resort when she dressed in that sexy little bikini that drove me wild.

Shaking my head to rid myself of those inappropriate thoughts, I glare at my brother. “No.” I point my finger at him, scolding him like a child.

The asshole just looks amused. “Come on, brother, you can’t tell me your pants aren't feeling just a little bit tighter?” He leans back against the wall next to the stool while giving me a cocky smirk.

I don’t answer him because I hate how damn right he is. But I shouldn’t be affected by her. It’s not right, she’s our soon-to-be stepsister.

Fucking hell, I still can't believe this is really happening.

“Whatever,” I mutter. “Look, remember what we talked about. Delaney is off-limits. No matter what. Dad loves Melissa. We can’t mess with that. I don’t think she would take lightly that not only one of her husband’s sons slept with her daughter but all three.”

When my brothers told me that they each met a girl who gave them the best night of their lives, I thought they were messing with me. How likely would it be they had the same experience as me?

But I saw the looks in their eyes and the way they talked about her. I knew it wasn’t a lie. Both of them met someone who changed something deep within them, who captured their attention.

They didn’t tell me any names, so I had no idea that the girl they were talking about was the same girl who took me by surprise and had me doing things I told myself I wasn’t going to do.

I can’t afford to slip up; I have too much going on and too many people who depend on me.

But I can’t deny that she made me feel things I wasn’t ready for, things I didn’t want to entertain anytime soon. I only knew the girl for a few hours, for fuck’s sake, yet she had me throwing all logic out the window.

It’s a mistake I can’t make again.

No, not a mistake. What happened with Delaney wasn’t that. I don’t regret it. I just... I can’t be so careless, not again.

“And why do you think you get to be the one to make these decisions?” Elijah huffs. “You didn’t even bother telling us about her until she showed up at our door.”

Sighing, I lean back against the island.

When they told me about their dream girl, I may have left out the fact that I might have found my own. Not because I don’t trust my brothers, I do, they’re my best friends. It’s because they wouldn’t have let me live it down.

I gave up that kind of stuff a long time ago. One-night stands, I mean. After everything that’s happened over the past two years, I knew better. I know better.

Yet, I still had that one night with Delaney. And It's been haunting my dreams ever since.

“It’s complicated,” I grumble.

“This is certainly a first,” Owen chuckles.

“What is?” Elijah asks.

“Fucking the same girl. Hell, E, I thought you were still a virgin,” he teases at the end of another chuckle.

Elijah looks away, his body tensing, jaw tightening.

“Stop fucking with him,” I warn.

“I’m just messing with you.” He gives Elijah a playful shove.

“Whatever,” Elijah mutters.

“It will never happen again,” I tell Owen. “Sleeping with Delaney or the same girl,” I clarify.

“I don’t see why it’s a big deal. So what if she’s our stepsister. It’s not like we grew up with her. We’re all consenting adults. We’re allowed to mess around with whomever we want.” Owen cocks a brow in challenge.

“Because,” I sigh, too tired for this right now. “If we repeat what we did and things go wrong, it’s going to get messy. I don’t have room in my life for any more mess.”

“Then you can be the one to stay away from her,” Owen spits, sounding annoyed.

“Owen,” I growl.

“Fine.” He stands up. “I’ll do my best to keep my hands to myself.”

“That's not–” I start, but he’s already taking off through the house. “He’s going to be a fucking pain in my ass,” I mutter.

Turning my attention to Elijah, I find him lost in thought. “You okay, E?”

He blinks over at me. “Yeah.” He smiles, but I can tell it’s forced. “Just tired.”

It kills me to ask this of him because he’s not one to fall easily for a girl. Hearing about his summer fling was the most shocking because he’s never been one to talk about girls, he’s never brought one home. I don’t even think he’s had a girlfriend before. He’s always been a bit of a loner since middle school, keeping to himself for the most part.

He’s been battling depression for years now, so when I saw the light back in his eyes, the way he smiled and talked about the girl he met, it felt like I had my little brother back. It made me so damn happy to see him like that.

And to be the one to put that flame out again... it fucking kills me.

“You know it’s what's best, right?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “What's best,” he repeats in a low whisper. “Look, I’m tired. I’m going to go to bed.”

“Yeah. Night.”

I hang back as he gives me a small wave before taking off.

Closing my eyes, I sigh and give myself a moment to gather my thoughts before grabbing Delaney’s glass and putting it in the dishwasher, shutting off the lights, and heading up to my room.

Closing the door behind me, I lean back against it and look down. I’m still fucking hard and letting my mind wander to how my hands felt on her body, the sounds she made as I slipped inside her... it’s not helping.

Tugging off my shirt, I head into my bathroom. Maybe a shower will help me relax.

I groan as the warm water hits my body. And even after I’m done washing my hair and body, my erection is still there.

I glare down at my stiff cock jutting outward, the tip dripping with pre cum. “You really do know how to fucking get me in trouble,” I mutter, then wrap my hand around my cock. I hiss as I tighten my grip.

There’s only one way to get this damn thing to go down. I’m not proud of it, not after all that shit I spewed to my brothers about Delaney being off-limits. As I start to stroke my cock, my eyes flutter closed, and all I see is her. Her brown eyes, dark hair, and pouty lips.

We might not be allowed to touch her again, but the fact is, we already have, and I have vivid memories that love to play on repeat, like right now.

There’s no harm in fantasizing about her, right? No one even has to know.

My hand starts to move, stroking my length from base to tip. My free hand shoots out to hold me up against the shower wall.

Pleasure zaps down my spine and right to my balls. I’m so worked up as thoughts of that night play in my mind that I know I won’t last long.

My eyes darken, brows rising. “Was that your first orgasm?”

“No,” she denies quickly. “I’ve gotten myself off before.”

“But never by someone else?” She shakes her head. “That just won't do,” I growl, lowering the zipper on my shorts. Her eyes snap down to watch me pull my cock free. A sense of pride fills me as her eyes widen.

“Shhh,” I soothe, brushing my thumb over her clit, making her shudder from over-sensitivity and pleasure. “Stop thinking so much. Relax. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

I take out the condom I keep in my wallet. I didn’t think I’d ever be needing this, but I have it just in case, not wanting to find myself in a situation I’d regret again.

Stroking my cock, my eyes devour her stunning body. Her breathing is a little ragged from her orgasm, a light layer of sweat shimmering over her tanned skin.

Rolling the condom over the tip, then down the rest of my shaft, I move between her legs.

“I-I don’t think you're going to fit,” she stammers out.

A cocky smirk forms. “Oh, I’ll fit.” I chuckle darkly. “I’ll make it fit.”

She whimpers, the sound making my balls throb. I fucking love that sound coming from her tempting lips.

I lean over her, rubbing my cock against her clit as I pull a breast free from her bikini top.

She moans as I lock my lips around her nipple. My hot, wet tongue sucking and nibbling on her.

“Oh,” she breathes, her hands finding my dark locks once again. I fucking love the bite of pain as she pulls hard like she can’t get enough of what I’m doing to her.

“Fucking hell,” I growl against her breast. “I need you, Siren.”

The blunt tip of my cock presses against her entrance. “Please.” She pushes her hips forward, making me sink into her an inch.

I hiss as she gasps. And in one thrust, I’m buried deep inside her, releasing a low snarl from deep in my chest.

I put my forehead to hers, letting her adjust to my size.

I start to fuck her slow but quickly pick up my pace because fuck, I’m unable to hold back anymore. She’s too damn addicting.

I tuck my face into her neck, grunting and groaning as I thrust into her wildly.

“Yes. Oh, oh, yes!” Her sweet moans are music to my ears. I growl in pleasure as her nails dig into my back.

Standing up, I adjust her, bringing her knees to her head. She cries out in pleasure as my cock pounds into her, hitting her in that sweet spot of hers.

“That’s it,” I grunt. “Fuck, you feel so damn good. So wet and tight.”

I lose myself in her, my face full of satisfaction as I fuck into her. Sweat lines my brows, my arms flexing as I keep hold of her. I’m still mostly dressed, while the only thing covered on her is one of her breasts.

That won't do. I pull the other one free, and my eyes lock on them. I watch them bounce as I fuck her harder. “Fuck. I’m close. Tell me you are, too.” I won’t allow myself to finish before her. I need to feel her tight pussy strangle my cock as she shatters in pleasure before me. I need another one of those beautiful fucking orgasms from her.

“I am.” She nods frantically. “Oh, fuck!” she shouts as my thumb starts to rub against her clit. “Logan, it’s too much,” she whimpers.

“No.” I shake my head. “It’s okay, give into the feeling. I promise you won't regret it.”

“That's it, Siren. Look at you, taking my cock so good. I bet he never made you feel this way, did he? Never filled you so good that you lost your mind.”

“No.” She shakes her head.

“Fuck, shit!” I growl.

And then I pinch her clit, and she’s a goner. She screams as her back bows off the bar top, her nails digging into my arms as she cums so fucking hard.

“God dammit!” I roar, pounding into her a few more times before stilling, my cock jerking inside her as I follow her over the edge, cumming just as hard as she had.

Pained moans fill the bathroom, mixing with the sound of the shower as I cum hard. My body stiffens, cock jerking in my hold as ropes of cum shoot out onto the tile wall and drip down to the floor before mixing with the water down the drain.

A sense of shame fills me. How can I tell my brothers to stay away from her when she haunts my every thought.

I’ve tried getting off to porn, but I just ended up picturing Delaney.

When I found out her ex cheated on her, all I could think was that he was a fucking fool. Who would risk losing a girl like her?

And knowing I was her first real orgasm, it filled me with so much pride. Still does.

With a frustrated huff, I grab the detachable shower head and rinse off the wall before shutting it off and getting out.

As I lay in bed, I stare at the ceiling.

Delaney is my soon-to-be stepsister. She’s living in this house.

I never thought I’d see her again; she was only meant to be a summer fling, even if a part of me had been crushed by that idea.

Now, she’s at the end of this hall, sleeping under the same roof as me.

I don’t know if Delaney Jones living here is going to be a blessing or a curse.

And I’m not sure if I’m prepared to find out.

***

I’m getting ready to go hang out with some guys from the football team when my phone goes off.

Looking at the caller ID, I curse. It’s the last person on earth I want to talk to right now. But I know if I don’t pick up this call, then I’ll regret it later.

“Stacy,” I grunt as I answer the call.

“What a nice greeting, Logan,” she drawls, and I can practically hear her eyes rolling.

“What do you want?” I huff, grabbing my car keys off my dresser.

“Bentley left his hat at your place. I need you to bring it to me.”

I freeze, hand on my bedroom door handle. “You're joking, right? He’s been with you all week, and you magically need it now? I’m picking him up tomorrow morning; he will be fine without it until then.”

“You know it’s his favorite,” she huffs. If I don’t do as she asks, she’s going to blow up my phone, and that's the last thing I want. She’s doing this because she wants attention, to control my life in whatever little way she can. I hate playing into her bullshit, but sometimes it's easier to do as she asks, depending on what it is, than deal with her temper tantrums. When Stacy doesn’t get her own way, she makes sure everyone else pays for it.

“Fine.” Gritting my teeth, I throw my bedroom door open, head down the hall, and grab the hat off the chair. “I can meet you in fifteen. I was just on my way out.”

“Where?” Fucking nosy bitch she is.

“None of your business, Stacy,” I mutter as I jog down the stairs and through the house until I get to the garage door.

“I have the right to know what you're doing.”

“No.” I huff out a laugh. “You don’t. I’ll be there soon.”

I hang up the phone and get into my car. Pulling out of the garage, I spot Delaney sitting on the edge of the fountain out front. She’s got her legs crossed, arms on her knees as she reads a book.

Hearing my car, she casts a glance up, and our eyes meet. Fuck, she’s too damn pretty for her own good.

Not needing a distraction right now, I rip my eyes away and round the fountain before peeling off down the driveway.

Blasting my music, I do my best to clear my mind. I was looking forward to enjoying my time with the guys, maybe go to a party since I won’t be able to do much else over the next week, but now all I can think about is how I have one woman who I can’t stand and has made it her life’s mission to ruin my life and another woman who took me by storm and is living rent-free in my mind.

I’ve been girl-free for a while now, and I’m supposed to keep it that way. I don’t have time for distractions.

An uneasy chill spreads over my body as I pull up to Stacy’s house. Men in black gear litter the property, hands on their guns, ready to shoot if needed.

What the hell ever prompted me to get involved with the leader’s daughter of one of the shadiest gangs in Florida? I know, alcohol, and a lot of it.

Best and worst mistake of my life.

As I park the car and get out, Stacy steps out of the house. As shitty of a mood I was in before, everything shifts when I see Bentley’s curly black hair and chubby little cheeks. That little boy makes my whole world so damn bright.

“Hey, my little man,” I coo, earning a high-pitched squeal of happiness from him.

Stacy cringes, then glares down at Bentley. “Do you have to be so loud?” she asks him in a forced coo and it grates my nerves. I want to snatch him right out of her arms and take him home with me, but I know I can’t, and it fucking kills me.

He shouldn’t be here at all. The only reason she has him for any amount of time is because she’s his mother. I don’t even think she actually wants him, but she loves the fact she can use him as leverage over me whenever she damn well pleases.

“Here’s his hat.” I hold it out to her.

“Look, Bent, Daddy brought you your favorite hat!” she gushes like it’s the best news in the world. I roll my eyes at her over-the-top bullshit. I hate that nickname. He’s eight months old, he doesn’t have a favorite hat. You could put a damn birthday hat on him, and he would love it.

“Anyway, I gotta go. I’ll be back at ten in the morning to get him.”

Her face falls, and she pouts. “Don’t you want to stay and hang out with us? I know he misses his daddy.”

“And I miss him too. Always do when he’s not with me. But it’s my week starting tomorrow. I’ll be back in the morning.”

If she wasn’t such a toxic person, I’d try to, at the very least, be friends. But that’s not the case with her. She’s a narcissist, gas lighter, and all-around evil person.

Her father is literally a killer, a man who runs a gang of killers. Right now, I’m surrounded by men who could kill me in a blink of an eye. Hell, even Stacy could if she really wanted to.

Knowing I have to leave my son in their care every other week makes me sick. She has no idea, but I’ve been working really fucking hard on figuring out how to get full custody without having a hit put on my head.

“So going out and partying with your little football buddies is more important than spending time with your son?” she scoffs. “Nice. Real nice.”

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and keep what I really want to say to myself. “I love you, Benny. Daddy will see you tomorrow.” I kiss my fingers and press it to his little cheek.

He gurgles happily, and I can’t help but smile.

As I get into my car and pull out of the driveway, my eyes are on my son. It kills me like I’m leaving a piece of my heart behind.

I never planned on being a dad in my early twenties. Going to college and working towards an NFL career were my priorities, but I wouldn’t change having Benny for the world.

He’s my everything. I’d die for him, do anything to give him the life he deserves, to see him happy.

I’m so close to having it all.

Yet, with Delaney coming into my life, it’s just another distraction I can’t afford.

Even if it’s one hell of a distraction.