Chapter 15

15

LINCOLN

T he sun is burning high in the sky by the time we make it to the island, the heat almost unbearable compared to what I am used to, especially in the clothes I am wearing. All I want to do is drown myself in a cold shower, fall into bed and grab a couple hours of sleep. My plan is to find Logan and have him help me with both of those things, but I should probably say hi to my family first.

Asher disappeared to find Cassie, the second we stepped off the boat that brought us here from the sea plane, and though the manager who greeted us gave me a quick overview of the island, I am still left turned around by the huge, prestigious grounds before me. I thought I'd gotten used to the wealth and net worth of my family, and have always prided myself on not caring about money and things, but looking around at what can only be described as complete and utter paradise, I am feeling more than out of my depth.

There are some luxurious huts lining the beachfront, and even more spreading out over the ocean. A few larger buildings sit in the center of the island, housing restaurants, bars, and such things, but the most impressive thing is the huge expanse of endless ocean surrounding it all. I've never seen water so blue, an d sand so bright, in fact, I have never seen anything outside of Black Hallows. That tiny town built on blood and money has always been my home, yet here I stand in complete and utter awe.

That's what I should be focused on, the beauty of the island, the gratitude inside of me at the fact I am even here, but instead my gaze remains unmoving on the main large swimming pool just ahead of me, but not the pool itself, or its current occupant, but on the person who lingers at its side.

Asher stands both still and silent, his focus unwavering, with no sign of Cassie anywhere, watching Logan swim. The water laps over his muscular shoulders, his dark hair bobbing side to side as he takes a breath every twenty-seconds, not aware in the slightest of the audience he now holds.

Logan loves the water, he swims as part of his workout regimen almost daily and his body shows it, but that's not what snags my attention. No, it's Asher's intense glare as he watches him glide through the water like a damn dolphin, as if he's never seen anything like it, as if he can't possibly look away.

After what he told me on the plane I was ready to give up and pull back, and had planned to tell Logan the same, but seeing him now, watching him watching Logan, I know I don't need to pull, but push. He needs this, he wants this, even if he won't admit that to us, or himself. He isn't watching Logan like he is impressed by his swimming skills, no, he is watching him like he is jealous of every damn drop of water tracing over his skin. As if he is drowning in his silent need for him, and he just needs someone to throw him a life raft.

Well consider me his savior.

"He's really fit, isn't he?" I ask, stepping up to his side and breaking him from his trance, yet still his stare doesn't waver. I only know he heard me because of the tightening of his jaw, and I can' t wait to feel all that tension choking on my cock.

"What?" He snaps, like he didn't hear me, or didn't care enough to listen, not when his full attention still remains on my boyfriend.

"Logan, he's a really fit swimmer," I say by way of explanation, but all he does is grunt, knowing exactly what I was really getting at, yet still I continue. "It really helps his stamina, breathing and flexibility in other activities." At that, his eyes snap towards me in anger, but I smile innocently. "You know, because he likes to run, too."

He opens his mouth to respond, but we hear the tell-tale sign of Logan climbing out of the water, and the second he does, Asher's eyes are right back on him, tracking him and the cocky smirk he is now wearing as he saunters towards us, dripping wet.

"I know I'm hot and everything, but no need to stare, my little psycho," Logan purrs, not stopping until he is right in front of us both, the water droplets falling to the ground all around us, and all I can think of is licking him dry.

"When you look like that, there is definitely a need to stare," I toss back, biting my lip as I survey him from head to toe.

His gaze flicks to mine, instantly drenched in lust. "Did you miss me, Rebel?" He asks, surveying me just the same, and I am ready to push him to his knees right here, audience be damned.

"Take me to our room, and I'll show you just how much," I reply, and his eyes darken.

"I was looking for Cassie," Asher spits, interrupting us, and when I turn back to him, I swear I have never seen a rage like it.

"Oh yeah, is that now or ten-minutes ago when you started watching me?" Logan asks, cocking a brow as he turns his body towards him.

Asher's eyes drop down his body as if he can't help himself, drinking in the sight of Logan's naked and wet chest, all the way down to where that deep V of his dips into his trunks, before he flicks back up to his eyes.

"Should I expect this pointless flirting the entire trip, or can we just move past it now?" He grits, straightening his shoulders like Logan isn't affecting him in the slightest.

"That depends on how you want to move past it," He whispers, lowering his voice and stepping closer to Ash until his wet body is pressing right against him. "Are you gonna let me suck your dick until I am choking on your cum, or are you gonna keep pretending you don't want us?"

"Us?" Asher scoffs in a mixture of horror and intrigue, and Logan just smiles.

"Me and the Rebel are a package deal, aren't we baby?" He reaches out his hand and throws it around my shoulder, effectively pulling me even closer to them, and to my surprise, Asher doesn't immediately pull away.

"And what makes you think I want either of you?" Asher spits, his voice taking on a sultry tone I have never heard before, as he struggles to clear his throat.

"Maybe you have no idea what you want," I start, his eyes locking on mine as I speak, and fuck, being this close to both him and Logan at the same time is intoxicating. "Or maybe you know exactly what you want, but you have no idea how to ask for it."

"I've never been known to ask for anything," he snaps, before I have barely even finished my sentence, and my eyes track the heavy rise and fall of his chest as his breaths start to come quicker.

"Then go ahead and take what you want, Dark Prince, I dare you." My words light a fire beneath us all, and I swear I see his thought process as he flicks his eyes between the two of us, as if he doesn't know where to start, but before he can make a choice, another voice hits us.

"Unless you want to explain certain gr oup activities to a five year old, I suggest you hose yourselves down, you look like dogs in heat," Lily complains, and that's all it takes for the spell to be broken.

Asher snaps away from us like the last ten minutes never happened, his mask and composure slipping perfectly back into place.

"You're the only bitch I see around here," Logan claps back at his twin, and she tosses him the finger, just as Max and Zack appear behind her, the latter holding Cassie in his arms.

"Daddy!" Cassie squeals, squirming out of her uncle's hold almost instantly, and running towards us with her sights set on only one person. Our earlier interaction already forgotten, Asher dips down to catch her running form, before pulling her into a soft embrace. "Daddy, I missed you so much," she sighs into his shoulder, snuggling right into the side of his face, and I swear every bit of tension in his body fades away instantly.

"I missed you too, Angel," he breathes, as if just being near her brings him some relief, yet when his gaze meets mine over her shoulder, I swear there is still something else in it, and I know this isn't over.

Cassie pulls back and presses the smallest kiss to his cheek before focusing on me. "Superman, did you look after my daddy, like you look after me and mommy?" She asks, and as always with her, it cracks the stone cold wall I erected around my heart when I was eight years old.

"Of course I did," I reply without pause, the thought of her dad in harm's way causing me more pain that I would like to admit to, but my response has her smiling from ear to ear.

It's only then my gaze drops to the black shirt she is wearing with the words, ‘Fuck the Patriarchy' printed right across it, a shirt that could have only come from Lily and I smirk, which has Asher following my gaze.

"That's an interesting shirt you are wearing," Asher drawls, glaring at Lily in accusation, but all she does is glare right back, as Cassie smiles at the compliment.

"Thanks, Daddy, Aunt Lily said I should never let boys tell me what to do, and Mommy agreed, that's what my shirt means," she beams, rushing out the words and barely taking a breath, and I have to feel sorry for whoever she ends up with when she is older. The girl has more bodyguards than she even realizes.

Asher reaches into his pocket with his free hand, and slides out a hundred dollar bill, slipping it to Cassie, as he eyes Lily and the two men at her back as he replies, "And here I thought that your aunt Lily loved fucking the patriarchy."

Lily blushes instantly under his less than veiled accusation, and for the first time I find myself looking between her, Zack, and Max with intrigue I have never had before. What the hell is happening there?

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Logan interrupts, looking between Asher and his twin. "And why the fuck are you blushing?"

"Swear jar!" Cassie yells, already fanning around one Benjamin Franklin, when Asher slips her another for Logan's curse.

"Come on, let's just go back to the room," I say, stepping in to save both Ash and Lily, and bringing Logan's attention back to me.

"You gonna help me get dressed?" He asks with a smirk, and my gaze once again takes in his half-naked body with keen interest.

"Something like that," I mutter, all too aware of the young ears present, but still pushing him towards his discarded towel, and away from the others.

"Why does Superman need to help Uncle Lo get ready, Daddy?" Cassie asks, and I smile as we fall out of ear shot of them, a s I wonder how Asher will answer that.

Logan slips his fingers into mine, surprising me by holding my hand, even if it is under the guise of guiding me towards our room. "Ash is gonna be in the room right next door to ours," he grins, wiggling his eyebrows, and I laugh.

"Just like home, hey," I grin, as Marcus and Elle appear on the walkway from what I presume is the way to their room, and it doesn't take a genius to know what they have been doing.

The flush of Elle's cheeks is clear as day, and her smile is relaxed and carefree until she spots us, and takes in Logan's still half-naked and wet form, and our intertwined hands. "Oh no, no no, don't even think about it you two, family dinner is in fifteen-minutes, and attendance is mandatory," she commands, in her threatening tone

"You'd be surprised by what I can do in fifteen minutes, sis," Logan winks, as Marcus curls his arms around her waist.

"Oh we really wouldn't be, would we, Hells Bells?" He murmurs, trailing his mouth across her shoulder and up her neck, making her shudder.

"Fifteen minutes," she reiterates, giving us both the death glare as we pass them, and Logan's hand tightens around mine, as he leads us to the room we are sharing.

"Come on then, Rebel, you heard the King, we only have fifteen minutes," he winks, pulling out a key and unlocking the door.

"Then we better make it count," I reply, slamming my lips to his and pushing him inside.

I've always worked well under pressure.