Dirty Ties

I straightened, my mind piecing together his meaning and the implications. “You saw them?”

“They were asleep.” His attention lowered to my lap. “Widen your legs.” He leaned over me, a twitch jumping in the carved bricks of his nude chest. “Wider.”

My body obeyed as my protectiveness of Collin held onto the conversation. “It’s his secret, Logan.”

He nodded, gripped my ankles, and stretched them farther apart, propping my feet on the edges of the cushion. I held breathlessly still, lost in the stroke of his knuckles as they slid along my legs, from my knees to the edge of my panties.

“Fuck, Kaci, I’ve missed you.” He flattened his hands on my inner thighs, framing the triangle of my white panties. His thumbs traced just outside the edges of the lace, caressing the sensitive skin. “So soft here. Like silk.”

I jerked my hips, my clit pulsing against the piercing and my pussy quivering to be stretched and filled.

He leaned into me, his brow resting against mine as he hooked a finger in the crotch of my panties. “What would Collin do if he walked in right now?”

I tried to form a coherent thought, but sweet fucking hell, that finger. He worked it through my folds, teasing the edges of my opening, around and around without entering. “Logan, please.”

He shifted closer, his chest pressing me into the corner of the armrest, all his hard, heated flesh enveloping my senses. His mouth opened to accommodate his staggering breaths, and his hips rocked with the sudden thrust of his finger.

Shock waves trembled through my insides. His mouth closed on mine, his tongue a gentle lick compared to the violent drive of his finger. One commanding thrust followed by another, and I was completely at his mercy. Wet and needy, I melted like butter, falling helplessly, shamelessly, under his spell.

He brushed his lips over my cheek, my eyelids, my nose, returning to my mouth and kissing me again, deeper, harder. His hips rolled in a seductive grind, rocking his torso with the pace of his finger. The position of his body put his groin at the edge of the couch, and I wondered if he was rubbing his cock against the cushion to assuage the ache.

“Does he have a key to your bedroom?” His finger circled my piercing, his mouth moving against mine. “Anything I need to worry about if he finds Evader here? Or finds me as Evader?”

I dug my nails into his shoulder blades and bucked against his touch. “He’d knock before using the key.” I licked my lips, my heartbeat elevating with my need for relief. “He’s not possessive or conniving. Not— Oh God, right there.”

He shoved two fingers inside me, his head falling to my shoulder as he pumped in and out. “Not what?”

I grabbed his hair and held him against me as I flexed my hips, clenching my muscles and fucking his hand. “He’s not a bad man, Logan. I know him.”

He pulled his hand away and brought it to his mouth. “Not what I’m asking.” He wrapped his lips around his wet fingers and sucked, his eyes closing. His nostrils flared, and a low moan rumbled deep in his throat.

I shuddered, mesmerized, as he opened his eyes and returned his hand between my legs.

“You need to understand…” He thrust his fingers inside, sparking a tremble along my thighs. “If Collin does anything that forces me to run, we are running. You and me.”

A confrontation with Collin would likely result in an airing of secrets. Would Collin call the cops and turn in the notorious Evader? Would he call his father and devise Logan’s death? No fucking way. Not Collin.

His hand stopped moving, his fingers curling along my inner muscles. “We’ll decide what to do about Trenchant together. And if we have to run, we’ll do it together. The fourth option.”

Running away together. The fourth option. It sounded so fairytale-ish. But that didn’t stop a very hopeful flutter from taking flight in my stomach. “And if I tell you to walk away from your revenge?”

He removed his fingers, laced them through mine, and moved our hands to his chest. “Feel that?”

The thump of his heart strummed against my palm, steady and strong. I nodded.

“It beats for you, Kaci. I choose you.”

The last traces of tension loosened from my muscles and broke free. It was dangerous to cling to those words, to believe that regardless of what happened, he wouldn’t leave me. But the risks he’d taken to sneak into my condo, not knowing if Collin would turn him in or tell his father, attested to the fact that he’d given up his revenge.

I’d lived in constant paranoia since I married Collin, always on guard about sex and relationships, but not now. Not with him. Funny that the man who betrayed me made me feel…less worried? Certain? Safe.