His groan vibrated in my mouth, and my body shivered.
His hands gripped my ass. “Legs, Eme.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked my ankles. I never wanted to let go. Of him. Of Logan.
He trailed kisses down my neck, and I tilted my head back, eyes closed, sighing as his tongue flicked across my heated skin. The wetness between my thighs soaked my panties, and that intense twinge heightened.
“Logan,” I murmured.
He groaned against my throat, hand coming up between us to circle my nipple then lightly pinch.
I gasped.
“Christ, I missed you.” He continued to circle my nipple, then squeezed. “We’re not wasting any more time.” His other hand kept me in place holding the back of my head as he met my eyes.
I flexed my thighs, and I knew he felt it by how his hand tightened on the strands of my hair. I pictured him above me, my thighs around him as he slide inside me, the fullness, him driving into me hard then slow. Then I imagined Logan looking down at me before he comes, before I let go to join him.
“Fuckin’ hell, Sculpt.” Kite sauntered into the kitchen and threw his beer into the empty case on the floor.
I tried to unhook my legs, but Logan wouldn’t let me as he grabbed my thigh. He leaned into me and whispered, “Stay. Don’t move until I tell you.”
Kite opened the fridge and grabbed another beer. “Better get out there. Ream’s back and looks like he’s pounded back more than a few of something burning.”
“Shit,” Logan said. “Crisis?”
“Riling it up.” Kite opened his beer, and a hiss sounded.
“Fuck.” Logan let my legs go, put his hands on my h*ps and helped me off the counter. “I have to deal with this, Mouse.”
“Okay, I’ll finish up here.”
Logan snagged my hand. “No. You’re not staying here cleaning up. I’ll do it tomorrow.”
We went outside to the pool, Kite followed. Crisis, Kat, and Ream were there and it was heated. Gray slate cobblestones gleamed under the lights that surrounded the pool. The water glistened, and the moonlight reflected off the smooth surface.
“Back the f**k off, Ream,” Crisis shouted. “What’s your problem?”
“You’re my problem, ass**le. Get your hands off her.” Ream’s eyes shot to Kat. “You gonna f**k him too? Going to screw every f**kin’ guy that looks at you? Ever thought of asking for money? You’d be rich by now.”
Kat’s face paled, and I suspected if Crisis didn’t have his arm around her waist, she would’ve collapsed. Her expression was so damaged—eyes wide with horror, mouth open with shock. “Are you offering to compensate me for services rendered?”
“Fuck,” Logan muttered. “Stay here.” He started to walk toward them.
Ream was in Crisis’s face, slurring his words. “Fuckin’ Crisis, Kat? Man whore? This isn’t going down. No f**kin’ goddamn way.”
“Ream, you need to walk away man,” Kite said approaching.
“Ream.” Logan’s voice was more of a warning sound, and I recognized it well.
“You don’t own me, Ream. Remember. You think I’m a piece of shit, so it doesn’t matter what you think of me.” I was close enough to see Kat’s tears teetering in the rims of her eyes.
Ream’s face dropped, and he ran his hand twice over his shaved head. “Where’d you get that shit from? I never said that. I never f**kin’ said that.”
“You look at me like I’m garbage. I might as well play the part.”
Logan’s body was tight, ready. Like he looked before a fight—controlled and calm but deadly. He chin-lifted to Kite then they walked up behind Crisis and Kat.
“Jesus Christ, I don’t think that. But you keep this up and I’m changing my mind. Fuckin’ hell, Kat, why are you doing this? The men. Jesus.”
Kat slipped from Crisis and backed up. “You wouldn’t even talk to me afterward.”
Ream ran his hand through his hair, and he staggered a step as he lost his balance. “Kitkat ... I couldn’t ... I couldn’t face—”
Kat erupted. “You couldn’t face it? Are you serious? I f**kin’ face it! I knew it. I f**kin’ knew this would happen. I never told anyone for this very goddamn reason.” She walked toward him, her hands balled into fists. “I still face it, Ream. Me.” Kat shoved him in the chest, and he staggered back a step. “You have no right telling me who I can be with. None.” She slammed both palms into him again.
“Oh shit,” Logan swore as Ream lost his balance and went back several feet then slipped over the edge into the pool.
Crisis roared with laughter.
It took several seconds before he came sputtering to the surface. Crisis was still laughing while Kat frowned, her gaze focused on Ream as he swam to the side and pulled himself out.
His jeans and T-shirt clung to his body like a second skin, and when I looked at Kat, she was staring at Ream like ... she was in love with him.
Crisis was bowled over, clutching his stomach laughing.
But it was the look in Ream’s eyes that had me worried for Kat. Logan got that look, a twinkle in his eyes that I knew meant mischief. Ream shook his head and droplets of water dispersed like a dog shaking after his bath. He looked nonchalant, casual, and that was dangerous.
“Kat—” I was too late. The moment I said her name, Ream dove for her. His head was down as his arms wrapped around her waist and heaved her over his shoulder. She squelched and kicked and struggled.