Chapter 2

2

LOGAN

I f I am being honest with myself, I think I fell in love with Asher Donovan the first time I ever laid eyes on him. Elle had been with my family for a few months by that point, and from everything she had told me about him, I created an image in my head of what I expected Asher to be like, but the night he knocked on our door looking for her changed everything.

I'd envisioned someone scared of his family, someone worried about what they might do if they found out the truth about how he helped Elle escape. I pictured someone gentle and welcoming, kind, and even friendly from the way Elle had gushed about him, but even with the news of Michael Riviera's murder weighing him down, he was the epitome of darkness and strength. That strength only solidified when he found out Elle was pregnant, and without a second thought he claimed himself as Cassie's father.

That cold and cunning boy, with dazzling blue eyes and a jaw that could cut glass, was ready to take on the world for his best friend, and I was entrapped by him from the very start. We didn't exactly hit it off, for some reason my outstanding charm didn't work on him, but I know deep down over the years he has come to care about me. He sees me as a member of his family. Zack is as much his brother as he is mine, and that should satisfy me. I mean, getting even an ounce of affection from someone with the last name Donovan is a damn miracle, but I can't help but feel a pain as sharp as him every time he turns down my not so playful taunts.

Asher Donovan is like midnight, he's the darkest point of the night, and the hardest to hold onto. He doesn't linger, doesn't breed hope, he just slips through in passing, only to leave you waiting for another glimpse. And it eventually comes, but it's always just out of reach.

Lincoln Blackwell is almost the same, he's just as dark, if not more so, like dusk on a winter's night, and he's almost as hard to hold onto, except he does linger, he does offer hope, even though I know he doesn't mean to, and I find myself falling hard and fast into his orbit with no way out.

So what do you do when you find yourself in love with two men?

Well, you fuck the one that is willing of course, and while you're on your knees, you pray the other one comes around to play.

Lincoln's grip is firm in mine as I lead him back towards his room, leaving the sting of Asher's indifference behind us, as we both pretend we don't care about it or him. He barely has the door closed before I am pushing him up against it and slamming my lips to his, desperate to chase away the bitter taste that Ash has left behind. His mouth instantly takes over, claiming me just like I knew he would, as his hands come up to grip my waist, pulling me against him.

This. This is what I need, not Asher, not years of unreturned feelings and disappointment. I need Lincoln, his kiss, his touch, his fuck, even his damn heart if he will let me have it. We made an agreement to keep this casual, fuck buddies if you will, just enjoying each other's bodies whenever I found myself back in Black Hallows and nothing more. Except now I find myself here every weekend, both sleeping and not sleeping in his bed as if he belongs to me, and not seeing anyone else in-between.

I've never been in a relationship before where people didn't want me for my last name alone. With my background and upbringing I have always found it hard to trust that people liked me for me, so I'm not sure what it feels like to be fully committed to another person without a hidden agenda, not like my parents, not like Elle and Marcus. Yet spending my weekends wrapped up in Lincoln Blackwell and my weekdays looking forward to doing just that, well, it feels very much like being exclusive.

"When I woke up and found your desk chair empty, I almost started to panic," I mutter, pulling back slightly and dropping my mouth to his neck. "I mean, what could be so important that it had managed to finally pull you away from work, but then I saw the time on the clock, and I knew where I'd find you." I hope the jealousy I'm feeling doesn't come out in my tone, because even I don't know what I am jealous of.

Lincoln wanting Asher?

Asher wanting Lincoln?

Both?

Both stupid notions considering as I said, we are supposed to be nothing more than just this, and I have to remind myself that he's here with me, that it's my body he's pulling against his, but when I feel his hard cock pressed against my own, I can't help but question it. "Is this for me," I start, gripping the outline of his firm cock roughly, as my tongue drags up his neck to his ear as I add, "Or is it for him?"

He grunts a light laugh, something I am getting more and more from him lately, as he grows comfortable with us spending time together. Then he drops his head back against the door so he can look down at me. "Started for him," he admits boldly, his eyes dark and intense, yet filled with lust and humor. "But now it's only for you," he declares darkly. His words burn me with jealousy and lust, both of them at war inside of me, and I know he sees it, because before I can respond his hand comes up and collars my neck, pulling my mouth back to his. "I think you need a reminder of how good my cock feels when it's aching for you."

I kiss him again, nipping at his bottom lip as I let his words wash over me. "Aching for me, huh?" I ask with a smirk, so obsessed with this spark and bond between us that I can't believe I ever tried to deny it. "Sounds like you need to go for round three with me, Hacker boy."

He laughs again, only this time it's a little darker, the sound utterly addictive, and anticipation burns through me as he opens his mouth to speak again. "You have no idea, Lo, now get on your knees for me like a good boy."

A cloaked command, one that has my knees buckling instantly as I drop down to the floor at his feet and look up at him in anticipation. With his chest bare, I know there is nothing underneath the gray sweats he haphazardly pulled on before he crawled out of bed earlier in the night, and my mouth waters at the thought of what is waiting for me underneath. Even with the scars that mark his body, those that tell the secrets of his childhood and the trauma of the last year at war, he is still brutally beautiful. This thing between us might be casual, it might even be temporary, but I know it's raw and real, and that's all that matters to me.

I palm his thick erection over the fabric of his sweats and relish in the hiss that slips past his lips. "So needy tonight, baby. Don't worry, I got you." I lean up on my knees and trace my tongue along each one of his abs, as I use my hands to grip his sweats at the waist, slowly sliding them down past his hips until his erection springs free.

Yet still I ignore it, focusing only on his abs, lowering myself to his groin, kissing and licking his skin but never quite making it to where I know he wants me, and he curses. "Don't fucking tease me, Lo, not right now. I can't take it," he almost begs, if someone like him could ever beg for such a thing without getting it.

"Why? Because of him?" I ask, finally closing my hand around his cock and stroking him slowly yet firmly, making him shiver. "Because we both know he is right on the other side of that wall," I add, licking his crown with the flat of my tongue. "If you moan my name loud enough he might be able to hear it." I pair my words with the slow swirling of my tongue around the head of his cock.

Yet before I can take him any further, Lincoln pushes up off the door, his hand closing around my throat and forcing me to look up at him. "Do you get off on trying to push my buttons?" He asks, and though I know his question is rhetorical, I nod in his grip anyway. His other hand bats mine away from his cock as he takes over stroking himself, and pressing his erection right against my waiting lips. "Open wide and suck my cock, Logan. I won't ask again."

My mouth isn't even fully open before he is forcing his way in, the silky smooth skin of his cock slapping against my tongue until he hits the back of my throat and we both groan. When he pulls out, I widen my mouth a little, determined to take him deeper as he pushes his way back in again, and I close my lips around him and suck, the taste of him like complete heaven.

I can still remember the first time we did this, when I stumbled upon him in the gym at the old house and flirted with him without a care in the world. I thought he'd turn me down, that someone as dark and closed off as him could never look at me the way he does now, just like the one we are both fighting to forget, but I was wrong. Yes he's dark, yes he's closed off, but he saw my taunt for what it was, and demanded I proved myself. Now here we are, back in that same position, but nowhere near the people we were back in that gym.

"Fuck, Lo," he whimpers, the sound thrilling me so completely that I can't help but lose myself in sucking him. I move my mouth up and down on his dick, choking on every delicious inch of him as he purrs, "You suck me so fucking good."

I preen under his praise as his hands move through my hair until he is gripping my head on both sides possessively. My own cock is hard and leaking beneath my shorts, and his commanding and rough touch just makes me ache for him. He uses his hold to set a rough pace as he feeds me his cock, fucking my mouth vigorously until tears stream down my cheeks. Then his thumb lifts and swipes one of my tears up before he sucks it into his mouth, making me want to combust on the spot.

"You look so fucking good on your knees for me, Lo," he pants, almost breathless, and the sight of him coming undone because of my mouth brings me a pleasure like no other.

I continue to work him over, lavishing his thick length with attention, teasing and sucking on his blunt end, before letting him feed it deep into the back of my throat and enjoying every second. We go fast and then slow, shallow and then deep, bringing him to the edge again and again, and then easing off like the little brat that I am.

"Such a cock tease tonight," he grits out through his teeth. "It's like you want me to punish you," he adds, and his words shoot a thrill down my spine, as I swirl my tongue around his head and then dip it into his slit and watch him squirm.

"Well, we both know how I like being bad for you," I purr, in desperate need for that darkness inside of him to pour out and claim me.

I watch his dark green eyes go black with lust, as he slides his hand into my hair and grips it tight. "And how bad do you want to be tonight?" he asks, pulling my head back and leaning down into me until our mouths almost collide.

"So fucking bad for you," I whisper against his lips, and then his mouth is on mine and he is kissing me like he might never stop, and a small part inside of me hopes he doesn't.

Kissing him is like crawling into the pits of hell, hot, addictive, and oh so tempting, and all I want to do is burn in his flames. I could kiss him forever, but then I am dragged from my knees before I can even take my next breath. His lips and tongue still tangled with mine, as he pushes me toward his bed in a way that can only be described as a predator claiming his prey. The base hits the back of my knees and then I am falling, in more ways than one, and he comes with me, his delicious weight forcing me into the mattress while our kiss never breaks. Yet even grounded by the mattress, I am still falling. Drowning in the abyss that is Lincoln Blackwell, a well so deep that every other other person that came before him is a blur.

Everyone except him.

"God, you drive me so fucking crazy," I rumble, ripping my mouth from his and lifting my hips up so that our cocks are lined up, and I grind against him frantically, desperately trying to find some friction.

Lincoln pulls away from me far too soon and I am about to protest, but then he reaches down to help me discard my shorts, and pushes his sweatpants all the way off. Our cocks are like magnets, finding one another instantly, and when he wraps his hand around us both, a moan tears from the back of my throat.

"Fuck me, Lincoln," I curse, reveling in the way he strokes us both in tandem. "I am so fucking gone for you." The admission falling from my lips without thought and before I can even panic, I feel his wicked smirk against the skin at the base of my throat.

"You think I don't know that?" He whispers against my neck. "You think I can't feel how hard your cock is for me?" He pairs his words with a stroke so agonizingly slow that I feel like I might scream, especially when he then brushes his fingers over the tip of my cock before bringing them up to my lips. "Taste how wet you are for me when I have barely even touched you." He pushes them into my mouth, forcing me to suck on them. "That's just from my dick in your mouth, Logan, and you fucking loved it didn't you?"

I can't even nod because the force of his fingers against my tongue is almost as brutal as his cock, and when my spit drips out onto his hand, he groans. The sound is loud and powerful as he rips his fingers from my mouth and pulls back to rest on his knees, looking down at me spread out beneath him. "That's it, Blackwell, let him hear what I do to you," I tease, only making his lustful smirk turn sinful.

I watch in anticipation as he leans over me and reaches under his pillow for the bottle of lube we discarded there earlier, before dropping his mouth to my ear on the way back and purring, "The only thing he is going to hear, is you screaming my name as my cock pounds into your ass."

My depraved and stoic hacker pairs his threat with forceful hands, as I am flipped over and put on my knees once more, only this time in a different position. My face is pressed into the mattress and my ass is up in the air ready for the taking. I hear the tell-tale sign of the cap of lube being flicked open, and then a couple of seconds later his fingers are pressing against my hole looking for access. Of course it doesn't take long for him to slide them inside, and my teeth sink into my bottom lip, desperate to not give him the satisfaction of my groans .

Of course, I can never deny someone like him, nor would he allow it, because he barely pumps his fingers a few times, before I feel the tip of his blunt head pressing against me. "Get ready to scream for me," he warns, before slamming into me in one hard thrust, making me cry out in both relief and desperation.

His cock is long and thick, and so damn fucking hard as he draws it back slowly, and then pistons into me again, only this time he doesn't stop. His hips snap back and forth as he fucks me again and again, driving into me deeper with every single stroke as my own dick leaks more pre cum than I have ever experienced in my life.

"Fuck, Lincoln, yes fuck me, own me," I groan, no longer caring if Asher or the whole damn world hears, I just need Lincoln to not stop fucking me. For him to keep pumping his cock deep inside of me until I am dripping in his cum.

"That's it, Lo, beg me, beg me to make you mine," he hisses through gritted teeth, his fingers digging into the skin at my hips as he drags me towards him on every thrust.

"Harder, please," I plead, and his grip tightens around me, no doubt marking my body in a way I know he loves but would never admit to. Then he is fucking me harder, faster, deeper, so deep it feels as if he is rearranging my fucking organs in a way I will never be able to repair. "Fuck, I'm yours, take me," I add, answering his earlier demands, and I swear I feel him swell inside of me.

Lincoln is both brutal and beautiful in the way he fucks me, and no matter how hard he tries to keep himself closed off, I feel his affection for me in every stroke of his cock, and every caress of his fingers, both claiming me in ways I am desperate for. To be owned, to be loved, to belong, to be chosen for being me, and not because of my last name, or who my family is. With him I feel free, I feel wanted, and it makes me ache to spend every night just like this one .

"Fuck, Lo, you always feel so fucking tight for me," he hisses, leaning down and sinking his teeth into my shoulder, breaking the skin with his bite, and I curse.

"Lincoln, please," I beg, for what, I'm not sure, but I know he will give it to me, and just like I thought, he does. Lapping his tongue against the mark with soft, wet, strokes, while fucking me deep and slow.

My cock is hard and leaking and just as I am about to open my mouth to beg for more, I feel him reach around and fist it tight. Then with every snap of his hips, I am fucking his hand, as he fucks me, pleasure exploding around me as I feel myself ready to explode.

"I'm so fucking close, baby," I moan loudly, and the whole house can probably hear at this point, not just Asher, but I am past caring. "Please make me come," I beg.

"Hmm, I recall something about you screaming my name," Lincoln taunts, fucking me harder, and faster until his pace is relentless and almost painful. "Now be a good boy, and tell everyone who is about to make you come harder than you've ever come before."

A feeling of pure euphoria rushes through me as he teases me, and I explode into his hand, with his cock still pounding my ass, and the pleasure is so intense I feel like I might pass out. "Lincoln, fuck, I'm coming," I scream, rutting into his hand to chase the high he is giving me, just as he rolls over that spot inside of me. "Yes, Lincoln, right fucking there," I add, in a choked yell, as my climax takes over all other thoughts in my brain.

"Oh fuck," Lincoln grunts, bringing his hands to both my hips as he finds his own release, flooding my ass with his cum, until I can feel it dripping out of me onto his cock.

We collapse in a heap, our sweaty bodies still connected as we both attempt to catch our breath. "That was," I pant out, searching for the right word.

"Intense," Linc finishes for me, and I nod, even though that's not really the right word.

What we just did wasn't just fucking, it was something else entirely that I'm not sure I can even describe, and the only thought in my brain is that I have one hundred percent fallen for someone else who I'm not sure can ever truly give themselves to me. So I guess when it comes to Lincoln Blackwell I am fucked in both senses of the word, because I wish I could just hold onto his darkness forever until it pulls me under and I never escape.