Take (Temptation Series) (15 page)

“No problem. Rachel wouldn’t have it any other way. I think she’s adopted you.”

Just as the words were spoken, the lady herself walked into the kitchen and wrapped her arm around her husband’s waist. Cole placed his arm around her shoulders, fitting her perfectly against his side.

There was so much comfort and familiarity in the move that Logan found himself envious that they didn’t have to think about touching one another. They just did.

“You’re both welcome anytime.”

“Thanks, Rach,” he told her and made his way over to kiss her cheek.

Tate held a hand out for her to shake, and she let go of Cole, and wrapped her hands around his neck, kissing his cheek too.

When she released him, she smiled. “Drive home safely on that bike please.”

Logan groaned. “Thanks for the reminder.”

Tate tugged his hand as they made their way back through the living room. “It was nice meeting you all.”

Both couples turned to face them and waved. “You too.”

“See you at the next one,” Josh laughed. “You’re not getting out of it. Sorry.”

Mason agreed as he pulled Lena against his side and ran a hand down her hair. “If you decide to come down to Exquisite, make sure you ask for either me or Rachel. One of us is always there.”

Logan had been talking earlier about visiting one night. He’d heard all about the restaurant from his brother, and after meeting Mason, he wanted to check it out. Maybe he would take Tate one night.

“Will do. Have a good night, guys. This was fun.”

They silently made their way down the hall and out the door. When they walked to the elevator and Logan leaned over to press the down button, the quiet remained. He could feel Tate watching him, and once the doors opened and they stepped inside, Tate continued to give him the same intense look that had been in his eyes on the way up hours before.

“What?” Logan asked, wondering if he’d get an answer this time.

“I want you to know I really enjoyed tonight. Thank you for sharing your family with me.”

Logan didn’t know what to say. He knew what he
wanted
to say, but it felt too soon and he was fucking terrified that, the minute the words were out, everything would turn to shit.

So he leaned in to Tate’s arm and closed his eyes. “You’re welcome.”

“Logan?”

Logan’s eyes came open slowly, and he was convinced that the expression in Tate’s was almost identical to his own.
Maybe I should just—
but Tate’s mouth opened to speak right as the elevator chimed.

They both blinked, and the moment was gone.

Tate’s lips curved as he took his hand. “Come on. Let’s go back to your place.”  

Logan neither agreed nor disagreed. He was certain that Tate knew that nothing on Earth would have made him say no.

12.

Tate stood behind Logan as he unlocked his front door.

Ever since they’d left Cole’s, Logan had been unusually quiet. There’d been no bitching about the bike, no sexually suggestive remarks when Tate had climbed on, and no sarcastic comments during the entire elevator ride.

Logan was the most serious Tate had ever seen.

When he pushed open his front door and made his way inside, Tate followed, shrugging out of his jacket. If he hadn’t seen the way Logan had looked at him when they’d left his brother’s, he’d be worried that something was wrong. But he
had
seen it, and even though he wasn’t quite ready to discuss it, he sure was ready to act on it.

He waited for some kind of sign from Logan, and when he walked directly into his bedroom, Tate decided that was clear enough for him. He toed off his boots and walked down to the room that was growing increasingly familiar.

Logan was on his side of the bed with the lamp on, unbuttoning his shirt. His glasses were resting on the table, and as Tate made his way to the opposite side of the bed, he reached behind his neck to grab a fistful of his shirt. When he removed it, he saw Logan take in a quick breath.

Nervous—that’s what’s different. He’s nervous.

Tate dropped his shirt on the table beside the bed and went for the button of his pants. Before he undid them though, he remembered Logan’s reaction to peeling him out of them and looked across the large, white bed.

Logan’s shirt was now undone and hanging from his broad shoulders, revealing a dark line of hair from his navel down under his jeans. The time for silence was about to come to an abrupt end, Tate thought—it was time to play.

“Are we going to stay this far apart
all
night?” he asked, waiting to see what Logan had to say about that.

“I sure as fuck hope not.”

That
was what he’d been waiting for.

Tate unbuttoned the top of his black leather pants and then walked around the bed until he was standing in front of a very
different
Logan.

He couldn’t quite get a read on him, which was unusual.

He reached out and placed his hands on Logan’s naked chest before sliding them up to rest on his shoulders.

“Are you okay?” he checked as Logan’s hands came up to hold his wrists.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

Tate brought a hand to the side of his neck and told him, “If you don’t want—”

“Tate,” Logan cut him off and finally lowered his hands to the leather pants. “I want…Trust me.”

Tate swallowed as Logan slowly unzipped his pants.

“I want it all.”

Tate wanted to know what that entailed in Logan’s world, but right now, he wanted to touch. He’d been aware of Logan’s eyes on him all night. Now, he wanted his hands.

He pushed the shirt from Logan’s shoulders and let it fall down his arms. When it snagged on his wrists, he bent his head to press his lips to Logan’s neck and reached to unbutton his cuffs.

“I felt you watching me all night,” he whispered and moved to the other arm.

Logan hummed low in his throat with pleasure. “I couldn’t stop myself.”

When Tate had Logan’s second arm free, the material fell off and hit the floor as he brought his mouth to Logan’s ear. “I didn’t want you to.”

As soon as the words were spoken, Logan turned his head and took his mouth in a kiss so fucking electric that Tate was surprised he was still standing when they came up for air. Then he grabbed Logan’s face, sinking his tongue deep into that sexy mouth and returned the one-two punch Logan was dishing out.

He felt cool air hit his groin as Logan spread apart his pants, and then the mouth on his was gone. Warm lips made their way down his neck to the spot at the base of his throat and center of his collarbone. Tate couldn’t help the throaty cry that escaped him as Logan tongued that spot and then drew a line to his left nipple as he slid his fingers into the back of his pants, pushing them several inches down his hips.

Tate ran the fingers of one hand into Logan’s hair and cursed loudly as sharp teeth bit his nipple. “
Fuck
.”

He placed his other hand on Logan’s shoulder and added pressure, needing to see Logan on his knees in front of him. Without question, Logan’s hands moved farther inside the leather as he crouched down, peeling the pants away as Tate had hoped he would.

When Logan was finally on his knees in his jeans, Tate tipped that strong face up to him and leaned down to place his lips against Logan’s.

When their mouths were touching, he heard himself saying, “Something’s going on with you. Tell me.”

Logan said nothing but rose up on his knees and kissed him hard. There was so much emotion pouring out of him tonight that Tate felt as if he were a second away from triggering an explosion of some sort.

“Logan, tell me. What do you want?”

He felt Logan’s tongue trace his lower lip and then heard him say, “I want to feel you press me down into my mattress and take me.”

Tate straightened and stepped back with one goal in mind—giving Logan exactly what he’d asked for.

“Then stand up.”

* * *

Logan was not the kind to follow orders, but tonight, he wanted Tate in charge.

Up until now, when he’d let Tate lead, it was so he could explore and decide what he liked. But right now, in his current mood, Logan wanted to be taken over.

He wanted to be
told
what to do, and ultimately, he wanted Tate to be in control.

Logan got to his feet, and when Tate instructed him to keep his hands by his sides and then drew a finger from his mid sternum to his navel, Logan had a hard time doing as he’d been told.

Tate dipped his fingertip into the small indentation and then spoke. “You want me to tell you what to do. Is that it?”

Logan’s cock went rigid.
Yes
, apparently it was.

“I can do that,” Tate assured him. Then he traced that same teasing finger down his treasure trail to the button of his jeans. “Take off your jeans.”

Logan immediately did as he’d been told. He reached for the button and unsnapped it as Tate backed up. He pushed them down over his hips and then kicked them aside while Tate licked his juicy lips.

“Get on the bed.”

Fuck, fuck…fuck.

Maybe he should have thought this through. It was highly possible that he’d come from the instructions alone before Tate even touched him.

Logan kneeled on the mattress and watched Tate walk, naked as the day he was fucking born, to the end of the bed. He stopped and turned to face him, and as Logan’s eyes boldly traveled over his body, Tate brought his hand to his mouth and licked his palm.

“In the middle, on your knees. No touching. It’s my turn to watch you.”

Logan’s heart was thumping so hard he thought it was a fucking miracle he hadn’t passed out as he moved to the center of the mattress and waited.

Tate lowered his gaze over him, and Logan wondered what he was thinking. He didn’t have to wait though, because the fucker decided to tell him.

“Your body is amazing. This building’s gym definitely pays off,” Tate mused as he wrapped his hand around his cock. “I mean—fuck, Logan. Seriously, your body is impressive. Even if I didn’t want to fuck your brains out, I could appreciate that.”

Logan wasn’t sure he had any brains left
to
fuck out as he watched Tate steadily start to stroke himself.

Look how far we’ve come.

“How much do you want to touch yourself right now?”

What kind of question is that?

“Answer me,” Tate demanded.

Logan grit his teeth and bumped his fists against his thighs, his erection throbbing in front of him. “I want to touch myself almost as much as I want your cock inside me.”

Tate’s lips twitched, and his hand stilled on his own flesh. “Show me.”

Logan’s brow arched at the demand. Tate’s cheeks were flushed and his lips tightened as he bared his teeth in a feral fucking smile.

“Lie down on your back, spread your legs, and
show me
how much you want me inside you.”

The idea apparently made Logan’s dick really happy, because he finally had to grip the base of it to get it under control.

“And what are you going to do while I’m
showing
you?”

Tate placed a knee on the end of the bed and smirked. “Guess you’ll find out when you do what you’re told, won’t you?”

Sexy fucker. If he wants a show, I’ll give him one.

Logan turned, pulled two pillows to the center of the bed, and then lay down on his back with his legs spread apart. Tate was exactly where he’d been when Logan had been on his knees, but his hand was once again stroking.

Logan reached down and began to slowly rub his balls. Tate’s eyes dropped to watch him manipulate his skin, and he bit his bottom lip between his teeth as if trying to hold back a groan. Logan widened his legs a little more under Tate’s inspection and brought his palm up to stroke it over his erection—
fuck, it feels amazing
.

“Bend your legs. Feet flat on the sheets.”

The hoarse command from Tate came as Logan felt the mattress between his feet dip. His eyes flicked to Tate’s as he climbed onto the bed and knelt between his ankles.

Logan bent his legs at the knees until he was sure Tate could see everything. He was about to bring his hand to his mouth and lick it so he could get a sweet slide going, but Tate halted him.

“No more. Hands by your sides.”

Logan’s eyes narrowed slightly as he asked, “Why?”

Before he could even think about what Tate meant, he moved farther up the bed and placed
his
hands on Logan’s inner thighs, pushing them down to the mattress until he was spread wide open.