Page 174 of Wicked Minds
Turning back to me, his anger is instantly replaced with concern as he strokes a hand down my hair. “Royce went to get food. Do you think you can eat?”
I nod as I push myself upright. “Food sounds good.”
With gentle touches, Logan helps me to my feet. “What’s wrong?” he asks, panicked when I wince.
“Nothing,” I assure him, straightening. “I’m fine.”
“You made a face.”
When I don’t immediately answer, Grayson jumps on the opportunity. “Her cunt’s sore from the fucking I gave it this morning.”
Fuck me. Remind me again why I thought dating more than one guy was a wise idea?The irony is I’m not even dating Grayson. Nor do I even know if I want to.
“You little shit—” I plant a hand on Logan’s chest as I look at Grayson’s smug face over my shoulder.
“That is entirely enough out of you. Thanks for the help earlier, but if you’re just going to piss off my boyfriend, then you can eat your food in your room.”
The arrogant smile drops from his face as his eyes darken in warning. “Sounds like someone needs another reminder of who exactly they belong to.”
Spine straightening, I twist fully to face him, feeling Logan’s steadiness at my back as I drive a finger into Grayson’s chest.
“First and foremost, I belong to myself. If there is anyone else I belong to, it is Royce and Logan since I’m datingbothof them. You, Grayson Van Doren, ownno part of me.”
Okay, so he absolutely owned my pussy this morning, but that is not the point I’m trying to make right now.
Logan chuckles behind me, the vibrations reverberating through my back as he places a hand on my hip and squeezes.
I don’t intend for my words to be meant as a challenge, but based on how Grayson’s eyes flare with a promise and his lips curl upward, that’s precisely how he interprets them.
He chuckles this dark, masculine thing that slinks over my skin like melted chocolate. “I ownallof you, Riley James. You just don’t know it yet.”
I hear the rumble of Royce’s truck as he pulls up outside.
“Now come on,” Grayson says. “You need to refuel after this morning... Unless you need me to prove my point in front ofbothof your boyfriends.”
Reaching up, he gives the hand I still have pointed at his chest a squeeze before pushing it aside and walking past Logan and me into the kitchen.
I groan as Logan turns me in his embrace, eyes searching mine as he cups my cheek. “How are you feeling today?” he asks, expression pained.
I give him wane smile. “Better,” I assure him, surprised to find that it’s the truth.
His tongue darts out to lick his lips, and he nods, looking unsure before he blurts, “I didn’t want to ask you yesterday,but did he…” His face goes taut, anguish and fury battling for dominance, and I reach up to cup his face in my palms.
“No,” I assure him. “No. Grayson got there before…”
His shoulders are stiff as he nods, wrapping his arms around me and burying his face in the crook of my neck.
We pull apart as Royce walks in. His eyes run over me, before shifting to Logan, and he asks, “What happened now?”
The distress is gone from Logan’s features as he places his hand in mine, entwining our fingers as he smirks at Royce. “Just our girl schooling Grayson and him giving her hell back.”
“So a typical day with the two of them, then,” Royce states, unsurprised. He holds up the takeaway bag with the delicious smell of bacon wafting from it. “Breakfast.”
“I should head home soon,” I say once I’ve devoured my breakfast of bacon, pancakes, and syrup. Fucking delicious and exactly what I needed. Between that and the sex with Grayson, plus the fact Logan keeps one hand constantly on me and Royce’s burning stare that never leaves me the entire time through our meal, I’m feeling a hell of a lot more like myself than I expected to after last night.
“No.” I’m not the least bit shocked that that one-word response comes from Grayson. He’s gotten very demanding since yesterday.
I arch a brow in his direction. “Last I checked, you didn’t have a say in what I do.”
