Dummy went for Logan for the third time. And with no luck.
Logan punched him in the jaw. “You had her all to yourself—”
“Ah!” Dummy staggered back and held the side of his face.
Logan slammed his fist into Dummy’s nose. A crack sounded in the kitchen. Blood spurted from Dummy’s nostrils. Logan punched again.
This time Dummy crashed into the fridge.
“Logan!” I dropped the pot.
In what must have been excruciating pain, Dummy grabbed his nose. Blood dripped down fingers and arm.
And Logan punched him again.
The only thing that helped was my brother. Rob rushed in and did his best to get Logan off him.
Stunned, Dummy could barely get off the floor. Blood still dripped from his nose. Now his shirt was stained too.
“Fuck all of you!” Dummy yelled.
Rob shoved Tyson off in the direction of my bedroom. “Just get your shit, man, before you lose your teeth too.”
Outnumbered, Dummy left.
I touched Logan’s arm and stepped closer, smoothing my body against him. “Are you okay?”
Logan’s body trembled against mine. I had no idea how much he’d been holding himself back, but the man was beyond pissed.
“I’m fine,” Logan said. “I just get tired of scum. At no point has Tyson tried to be a decent anything, not a decent friend, man, boyfriend, anything. I’m just tired of it. I want to break his fucking face open and stomp on his brain.”
Alright now. Note to self. Don’t mess with Logan.
Knocking and noise sounded from the bedroom. Tyson was probably picking up some of his shoe boxes out of the closet and placing them on the bed. Only God knew how long it would take him to get everything out. I didn’t think his small car could even fit them all. He’d have to make several trips.
Oh well, at least I’m finally getting rid of him.
I slowly walked in front of Logan and placed my hand on his muscular chest, smoothing my fingers against the hard curves. “But you’re not going to break his face any further because it would ruin tonight.”
Logan looked down at me. “How would it be ruined?”
“Well...if you kill him, we’ll have to bury the body—”
“Or throw it in the ocean. It would take twenty minutes at the most.”
“Fine.” My grin deepened. “If you killed him, it would ruin my plans of having you fuck me...all evening...maybe into the morning...and possibly the afternoon.”
The rage on Logan’s face dissolved. “I do like the sound of your plan better.”
“Me too.” I let out a long breath.
“Maybe I should fuck you right now.”
“Dummy is in my bedroom.”
He sneered. “I know where he is.”
“We shouldn’t.”
“We should.”
“Stop being so bad.”
“Stop being so good.”
Heat built within the small space between us.
My whole body yearned to have him inside of me.
I cleared my throat. “We’re better than that, Logan.”
“And with the way I will make you moan, Dummy is liable to try and interrupt.”
I laughed. “And don’t forget that my brother is here.”
Logan sighed. “Good point, just as long as you don’t forget one fact.”
“And what fact is that?”
“I want to fuck you hard.” He moved closer. “I want to be deep inside of you, so deep I can’t find a way to escape.”
My words came out low. “That’s pretty damn deep.”
His pupils appeared dilated, and now sex and rage radiated from him. He probably wouldn’t be gentle in this moment, ready to pound his thick cock into me and let his anger all out. If I was truthful with myself, I wanted it rough and hard. I had my own steam to release.
I cleared my throat. “We could leave and let my brother deal with this. Maybe, we could get a hotel and—”
“No, I’ll take you back to my place.”
“Really?” I raised my eyebrows. “Interesting.”
He leaned his head to the side. “Why interesting?”
“You don’t take women back to your place.”
“Those women weren’t you.”
“Okay. Then. . .your place.” I blushed. “I would love to see the twins.”
“No. I’m keeping my sisters out of there. Once they come over, they always take you away from me. And I want you all to myself.” He leaned toward me and nipped at my bottom lip. “I won’t share you with anyone.”
A shiver of anticipation rushed through me as my voice softened to a low moan. “Good. I want to be yours all night.”
“And all nights after that?”
“That doesn’t sound like slow, Logan.”
“But it sounds like fun, Mia, and sometimes fun is better than slow.”
“We’ll see.” I licked my lips, unable to keep my craving for him down.
Why did Dummy have to come so early and ruin it all? A few more minutes and Logan and I would’ve been naked, fucking, and groaning up against my countertops.
Sounds of dragging and moving came from the bedroom as Dummy continued to gather his things.
Logan curved his lips and chuckled. “Mr. Fifty Fucking Shades of Stupid?”