Chapter 20

20

ASHER

A lcohol courses through my veins, giving me a dull buzz, perfect to ignore the tension I have been trying to avoid all day. I felt Lincoln and Logan's stares on me every single time I was near them, and I'm not ashamed to admit that I may have used my daughter as a human shield against them at any given opportunity. Which worked for the majority of the day, but now here I sit, trying to enjoy Marcus' last night of freedom as Jace so eloquently put it, but one of the reasons for said tension is practically pressed right up against my left side.

Lincoln sits stoically, drinking as quietly as I am, as we watch the rest of the guys let off steam and have fun. Logan, of course, put himself in charge of this whole thing, which is I'm sure how we find ourselves surrounded by professional dancers on podiums, putting on a show that only he and some of the security team seem to be enjoying. Marcus has his face buried in his phone, no doubt trying to talk Elle out of the whole not seeing him until the wedding tomorrow thing, and Jace is talking to Riley's dad about what they are buying the girls for Christmas. Zack and Max are huddled together on another table talking quietly to one another, while the couple of other guys here are focused on the dancers.

We've been here a couple of hours now, after having shared a guys dinner, and then following Logan's lead to this private party room, yet none of that explains whatever is going on between him and Lincoln. They didn't sit together at dinner, and have barely said two words to each other all night, and I know I'm not the only one who has noticed. Jace has been sharing worried looks with his brother since he noticed them apart at dinner, and I can't help but feel like it is somehow my fault.

Last night never should have happened, no matter how it made me feel, and now I fear we might not ever be able to come back from it. Not that we had much of a relationship to begin with, I considered them friends at best. I mean, yes, they are part of my family, but I have always been sure to try and keep them at arm's length, and clearly it was for good reason.

Yet none of that explains why Logan is dancing with his shirt half-open with four of the women pawing at him like he is a piece of meat. Again, the whole thing hasn't gone unnoticed by everyone else, and I note both Zack and Jace's worried glances towards Lincoln, who remains unfazed at my side.

Knowing that no one can hear us over the music I can't help but ask, "I thought you guys were exclusive?" I think it's a valid question, because even I am finding it hard to stomach, watching Logan letting himself go like this. I mean, sure he has always been outgoing and flirty, but never to this extent, and not since the moment he got more serious with Lincoln.

"Apart from you, we are," Lincoln grits out, clearly as uncomfortable as I am, and I can't blame him, but my heart snags on those first three words he just said. Apart from you.

He says those three words so casually, like they don't tilt my whole world as I know it on its axis. I have to take a slow deep breath to calm my now racing heart before I push out, "So what the hel l is he doing?"

Lincoln takes a slow pull from his beer before he mutters, "Trying to forget who he belongs to." Then he pulls his eyes away from Logan and pierces me with that intense stare of his. "What about you?"

I finally shift my gaze from the display Logan is putting on, and meet his eyes with my own in complete confusion. "What about me?"

"Which one are you staring at so hard?" He asks, nodding his head back towards Logan and the horde of women surrounding him, and I almost choke on my own breath.

"I'm not staring at anyone," I grit out, glancing at the others near us to make sure they can't hear us, before focusing back on him and his now insufferable smirk.

"It's okay to let yourself want something, Dark Prince, giving in to your desires isn't the end of the world," he purrs, his voice taking on that same inviting edge as last night, and I feel my entire body come alive beneath his words. Fuck . This is why I avoided him all day, because I can't do this with him.

I can't give in to the temptation he brings me, because for the first time in years I find myself wanting something just for myself. Not for the sake of my daughter or Elle, or for the demands of my family, just something I can call completely and utterly my own.

"I need a drink," I snap, standing abruptly and pushing between him and the table, heading to the private bar in the corner.

There are no wait staff here, just a fully stocked bar to help ourselves, just the way we wanted it, less people to vet through security and all that. Though, I have no doubt that Lincoln and Zack have ensured everyone on the island is clear already, but still. We learned the hard way that you can never be too careful.

Of course Lincoln follows me, sliding hi mself into the spot next to me as I pour myself another drink. "Are we going to talk about last night?" He asks, that smirk still in fucking place, and fuck do I want to wipe it off.

"There is nothing to talk about, Blackwell, it isn't the first time I got hard in a situation like that and did what I had to do," I force myself to say, knocking back the drink I just poured and moving to make another, but he snatches my arm before I can, turning me roughly towards him.

"What the hell did you just say to me?" He snaps, glaring at me with nothing but a dark rage in his eyes. "Don't fucking compare what happened between us last night to the fucking bullshit you were forced to do while you were still a child," he seethes, digging his fingers into my forearm, the pain a welcome distraction from his words.

"Please don't treat me like some sort of victim, I was hard for them Lincoln," I say slowly by way of explanation, not sure what part of this is tripping him up. Yes I didn't exactly want to fuck all those women, but I could have said no, I could have stopped it. Couldn't I?

"Don't give me that fucking bullshit, Asher, that was just your body reacting to the situation it was forced into, that doesn't equal fucking consent." He is angrier than I have ever seen him, and this time it's all for me, something I am not sure what to do with, especially when he presses me into the bar, not caring that we are still in view of everyone else. "Think about it, Asher, really think about it, did you want to fuck them?"

"No," I reply instantly, swallowing the sick feeling in my throat that threatens to overtake me anytime I think about what I did.

"Would you fuck any of them again?" He pushes, his grip on me tightening even further, until there is nothing but him surrounding me.

"No. "

"Were you attracted to them?"

"No."

"Are you attracted to me?"

"Yes." The word is out before I can even think about it, let alone take it back, startling us both, and this time his eyes darken with something else entirely, his body pressing further into mine.

"Do you want me?" He asks, no, pleads , and four words have never undone me more, because they are so simple and complicated at the same time, yet I can no longer deny their answer.

"Yes," I breathe, and it's like a weight lifts off my chest, as I admit that not just to him, but to myself too.

"Do you want Logan?" He adds, and my eyes travel past him to find Lo already watching us, to find everyone watching us really. I see their curious stares, all of them pretending they aren't, but Logan's gaze is the only one that pierces my chest.

"Yes," I whisper, my stomach filling with shame at the one word admission, at the selfishness of what I have just admitted, but Lincoln's grip doesn't falter for even a second.

"Everyone out!" He booms, his voice carrying clear over the music, startling them all, and my eyes widen in surprise, as he turns towards them all. "Take the party to another room, outside, I don't fucking care, just get out, now." It's the clearest demand I have ever heard him give, and I can't help but feel myself flush beneath the attention.

Marcus smirks, slapping Jace on the back, as he gathers up his things and moves to leave. "You heard my brother, let's go, this is now a moving bachelor party," he shouts, tossing Lincoln a wink, before they all start moving towards the door.

They all glance our way as they exit, with looks varying from interest to confusion, but it's the look on Logan's face, as he stares between us both, that has my stomach dropping. Especially when he turns to leave and my entire body screams at me to st op him.

"Logan," Lincoln shouts, halting him in place, as he cocks his head to the side to look at us, his drunken eyes glossy. "Not you." Two words, a veiled command, and he remains in place, staring at him in contempt.

We all remain frozen in silence as everyone filters out of the room, the soft bass of the music still playing in the background, but all I can hear is the pumping of my heart as it races in my chest. Only once we are alone, does Lincoln look back at me. "Do you want to play a game, Dark Prince?"

His words still have a dangerous edge to them, and with my throat too dry to push out any words, all I can do is nod slowly, both desperate and afraid of whatever he is about to do. His body still presses into mine, and I'm sure he can feel my heart racing in my chest, as he leans in even closer.

"I knew you'd be a good boy," he praises, his breath hot on my lips, before he turns to Logan and commands, "Come here." Lo hesitates, a strange look in his eye, but only for a moment, then he closes the distance between us all and comes to stand by Linc's side facing me. "On your knees," he adds, and to my surprise, Logan complies instantly.

I don't know why I'm surprised, I have seen them together twice before now, and Lincoln always seems to be the one in charge, but Logan is a god in his own right. A member of an elusive secret society, and the most headstrong person I know, yet one demand from Lincoln, and he falls to his knees without pause.

"Gonna silence me with your cock?" He asks, tauntingly, and I can't tell if he is turned on or pissed off, and I know Lincoln sees it too.

"No," Lincoln smirks, clearly enjoying this bratty side to Logan more than I thought he would, before he looks at me with an intensity I nearly crumble under. "I'm gonna silence you with his ." Logan's eyes snap to mine and still I can't talk, I can barely even breathe, yet Lincoln doesn't seem to notice or care. Instead he just leans casually on the bar beside me as he commands. "Be a good boy and take his cock out for me, Lo."

Time seems to stand still as his demand washes over all of us, yet when I look back at Logan, his eyes are on mine, watching, waiting. It's only then I realize he is waiting for my refusal, one that I tell myself I am going to give, but as soon as his hands reach for my belt, the words die on my tongue. I watch in anticipation as he slowly and meticulously works open my belt and zipper, until there is enough room for him to slip in his hand. I know the second he feels my erection because of the deep swallow in his neck, before he pushes inside my boxers and grasps my rock solid cock in the palm of his hand.

Holy fuck.

His skin against mine is like an inferno, hot and branding, and when his eyes dance back up to mine, I see nothing but yearning in them.

Fuck .

Has he always looked at me like that?

Has there always been nothing but need in his eyes every time he looks at me?

It's so prominent I can almost taste it, taste him, and I gasp as he squeezes me roughly, pulling out my hot and heavy cock in his hand until it is on full display for both of them. Lincoln grunts his approval, moving to stand to his full height beside us both, but I daren't take my eyes off Logan, not even to blink, the sight of him more intoxicating than the vodka running through my veins. Which means I catch the first firm stroke of my cock, as his hand strokes me up and down, and I'm not sure which one of us groans louder.

"Fucking hell, Ash," he breathes, now looking at my cock, and I track his tongue as it licks along his lips. "Your cock is beaut iful," he says almost in disbelief, as if he can't believe he is touching it, and when his closed fist rolls up and down it again, my legs almost buckle.

"Logan," I breathe his name, not even sure why, and a smirk curls at the corner of his mouth at my tone, like he is enjoying almost making me fall apart so quickly.

I'm far from inexperienced, I've been fucked more times than I ever let myself count, but this is different, it feels different.

"Can you hear that, baby?" Lincoln asks, stroking his hand through Logan's hair, until he can fist it at the nape, pulling back his head. "Hear how desperate he is for you, he wants to beg you, but he won't." There is still some contempt in Logan's eyes as he looks up at Lincoln, but there is desire too, a need to please not just me, but him too. Yet before he can say anything, Lincoln commands, "Show him how perfect that mouth is, baby, show him exactly how good you are at sucking cock."

Those words are the only warning I get before Logan leans forward and swirls his tongue across the head of my cock, lapping at the pre-cum already leaking there, before teasing it into my slit. My breaths start coming in faster as my entire body pulses with need, and I am so fucking aroused that I feel like I might pass out. He licks me with an expertise I have never felt, lapping my entire length with attention and drenching me in his spit, before sucking me deep into his mouth with a guttural groan like I am the best damn thing he has ever tasted.

Pleasure wracks every cell in me, with his mouth being the only thing I can focus on, yet I am still hyper aware of Lincoln beside us, as if it's the most normal thing in the world. Praise and encouragement falls from his mouth, and I wish I could push him to his knees right beside Logan, just to shut him up.

"That's it, baby, suck him nice and deep, let him feel that pretty little throat close around his cock," Lincoln groans, using the grip he still has on Logan's hair to force him back and forth on m y length, until I am struggling to catch my breath.

Logan gags on my cock, spit spilling from his mouth as he chokes and groans around me with no signs of stopping, even if Lincoln lets him.

My balls draw up, and when his free hand starts to play with them, I know I won't last much longer, enjoying the feel of him more than I would ever admit. I move to let my head fall back, the sight of him on his knees before me becoming too much for me to bear, but as soon as my eyes fall shut, a firm hand closes around my throat, and they snap back open.

Lincoln is watching me intensely, his own breathing rough, but still he manages to grit, "Ah ah, keep your eyes on me, Dark Prince, I want to memorize the look on your face when you fall apart."

Fuck, his words shouldn't be so alluring, so arousing, but all I want to do is obey him, fulfill his every need until he praises me even more.

Logan pulls off my cock, licking his lips as he stares up at us both, his hand using his salvia to jerk me off as he grunts, "I'm so fucking hard for you, Ash, I can't wait to taste your cum on my tongue."

Only then does Lincoln look down at him, jealousy and desire darkening his stare as he purrs, "Don't worry, baby, he's going to paint the back of your throat with his cum until it's spilling from these lips." His thumb brushes roughly over his mouth, his other hand tightening around my throat at the sight of Logan at our feet, and I know he is just as aroused as I am.

No more encouragement is needed as Logan leans forward and sucks me back into his mouth, making me shudder. My hands come up to rest on the bar at my back, closing around the edge just for the sake of something to hold onto. It's either that or I sink my hands into his hair, and I'm afraid if I do that I might never let go. His free hand slips under my shirt to rest on my abs , and with his mouth around my cock, and Lincoln's hand around my throat, my entire body feels like it's in sensory overdrive. I want them to stop, I should push them away, and let them just have each other, but the thought of doing that makes me feel something I can't put into words.

Logan takes my cock like it was made for him, as he bobs down until his nose teases against my groin, before pulling back and licking my crown. Over and over he moves, alternating between licking and sucking, until my cock is is drenched, and my orgasm threatens to tear me apart.

I try to stay in control, try to not lose myself to them, but I think it might be too late, especially with Lincoln watching me like he has never seen me before.

"Look at him, baby," he starts, his attention on me, but his words meant only for Logan. "Look at what your mouth is doing to him. He's trying to hold back, he's trying to pretend like seeing you on your knees for him doesn't ruin him, like your mouth on his cock isn't the best fucking thing he has ever felt in his life."

Logan's eyes meet mine, his mouth filled with my cock, and it's the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen in my life, but it's the feel of his throat closing around my crown that undoes me completely.

I moan, long and loud, my hips taking on a life of their own as I start pumping into his mouth and chasing that unfamiliar high.

"That's it, Dark Prince, fuck his mouth for me, get it drenched in your cum, so I can taste it on his tongue." He pairs his words with his fingers tightening even more around my throat, almost cutting off my air, and spurring me towards my orgasm even more. Yet it's the black soullessness of his eyes that have me free falling over the edge and coming down Logan's throat with a long groan.

"Fuck, Logan," I splutter, making hi m moan around my cock, not faltering in his sucking for even a second, drawing every ounce of my release from me, until my legs feel like jelly.

"I can't wait to hear you moan my name like that, Dark Prince," Lincoln purrs, before releasing my throat and turning his attention to Logan. "Don't you dare fucking swallow yet," he tells him, slowly using his hold on him to slide him off my cock, letting it fall from his mouth with a plop. "Show it to me baby, I want to see your tongue covered in his cum."

Logan obliges, opening his mouth and pushing out his tongue, which is drenched in my sticky release, making Lincoln groan. He pulls him to his feet and sucks his tongue into his mouth, tasting my cum from it, before he reaches down and palms Logan's cock, making him gasp. I know they are about to fuck again, and as much as I want to see it, there is another part telling me to run, a part that sadly wins out.

Shoving my cock away I stumble from the bar. "I have to go," I mumble, not letting myself meet their eyes.

"Ash, stay," Logan starts, but Lincoln is already turning him around and pushing him against the bar.

"Ah ah, baby, you've had your fun, but now it's time for your punishment," he tells him, and I cringe a little.

"For sucking his cock?" Logan asks in surprise, and I pray he doesn't have regrets, not when I have enough for the both of us.

"No, for letting those girls touch you," Lincoln snaps, bending him over, and ripping down his pants, teasing his ass with his fingers.

"I'm still angry at you," Logan forces out on a deep exhale, but all it does is make Lincoln smile.

"That's okay, baby, you can hate me while I fuck you nice and hard, and remind you exactly who you belong to." His movements are rough and rushed, like he is desperate to be inside of him, a feeling I am starting to understand, yet still I fall back.

The two of them have something already a nd I have no idea how I would even fit into it, or if I want to. Who am I kidding? That orgasm was the best fucking pleasure I have ever felt in my life, yet my legs still carry me out the door, away from them.

Only when I am back in my room am I able to breathe again, but I can't help but feel like I left a part of myself in the bar with the two of them and I'm not sure I ever want it back.