The Revenge Games Duet

“Reliable sources say you’re pregnant.”

Reliable sources are never reliable.

Logan should know that.

I’m not sure why he continues to believe the lies floating around.

“Does it look like I’m pregnant to my ex-fiancé?”

He bows his head, chin down with his voice low yet full of rage. “Why didn’t you pick up my calls? Or answer any of my texts?”

I begin to walk away where the guests can’t see us, annoyed at having to defend myself once again to a man who knows the real me. “Because it doesn’t warrant a response. We’ve been over this and yet, you refuse to trust me.”

“You don’t leave me many options,” he shouts back, startling me. “I fucking have to live with watching the two of you. Do you even know what that’s like?”

“Probably the same as being told that Louisa dropped by your apartment.” I laugh out of spite. “And knowing you, you would have lapped that up. Taken her to your room and shown her a good ol’ time.”

“I can’t do this.” He shakes his head while running his hands nervously through his hair. “I can’t even think straight anymore. You’re on the front of a magazine… happily engaged Emerson Chase... how the hell do you want me to deal with that?”

“I don’t know, okay? Everything’s against us. We are oh, so very wrong for each other. We’re like fire and gasoline. A deadly combination.”

“We should stop this, all of this.”

“We should,” I say quietly, swallowing the lump in my throat and keeping my head low, so he doesn’t see the pain that tears through me when he said those words.

Outside the property there’s a gap between the house and the neighbor’s yard. There appears to be no one home next door as the lights are off and there’s nothing but darkness. In between the houses we stand in the dark with a full moon above us. Although he’s standing an arm’s length away, his scent is smothering all my senses and allowing my body to drown in his presence.

The music is loud and plays around us. I make the decision to tell him we’re over, that I need to sort everything out before anything else. The next few weeks will be stressful enough and I don’t need a complicated love triangle to be confusing the situation.

I begin to open my mouth when the cold hits my back and Logan has slammed me up against the concrete wall. I draw his lips to mine, kissing him deeply and losing myself in his touch. He makes me come alive with a simple kiss that ignites all of me despite the wrong that follows us around. The heat of his hands wrap around m

y ass, lifting me up, as his strong kisses ravage my neckline soothe me.

“Logan,” I pant, straightening my back, trying to gather some clarity. “We shouldn’t do it here.”

“I can’t wait,” he responds between kisses with the sound of his belt hitting the ground as he pulls me into him, sliding my panties to the side. “Arms against the wall.” He lifts and places them flat, demanding they stay there. “Why do you keep torturing me?” The desperation in his voice echoes in my ears, accelerating the beating of my heart until there’s nothing to say but the honest truth. “Because you torture me with your obsessive need to control what I do.”

He bows his head, running his tongue down the middle of my chest. His jaw is prominent. A slight moan escapes between his perfect lips. “I’m not going to ask you…” his tone changes to more rough and demanding, “… I’m going to be the only man in your life. No more bullshit. No more questions. It’s just us now. You, me, and no one else.”

The weight of his words kick-starts my emotions, and with him buried inside me penetrating that persistent ache, the intensity of what we’re both feeling drives me into a blissful orgasm, my body screaming in delight as I ride it out through his deep thrusts.

The rise and fall of my chest consumes me, my eyesight blinded by the stars that shine brightly during my explosive finish. He rests his body against mine, keeping himself inside as he kisses my breasts.

I push him off with care, adjusting my dress and panties while he pulls his jeans up and buckles his belt. When our breathing stabilizes, he holds my face with his hands and kisses my mouth softly.

“I thought I’d find you here.” The sound of Wesley’s voice breaks our moment.

It’s finally come to this—no more lies, no more secrets.

Instinctively, I position myself between Logan and Wesley. Even behind me, I can hear the growl escaping Logan’s throat.

“What are you doing here?” I ask nervously, watching Wesley move closer. He’s a complete mess. Shirt half unbuttoned and hair in a shamble. In one hand, he holds a bottle of bourbon and brings it to his mouth, drinking straight from the bottle.

“Why am I here?” An evil laugh escapes his drunken lips. “Because I need to see for myself. You see, your perfect new boyfriend isn’t so perfect.”

“Wesley, it’s over. You’ve seen it now.”

“Oh…” he mouths, stumbling forward, “… I’ve seen it all right. I saw the way he fucked that tight little pussy of yours against the wall. You did that nice moan, the one when you’re just about to cum. I just wish I could have joined in, you know, double team you.”