TRIGGER WARNING!!!"Logan," he growled, his breath hot against my ear, "I’m afraid I’m going to do more than just touching.”His words sent a jolt of current through my entire body. It was like he released a horny monster inside of me with his words. "You can do anything you want," I breathed, my voice hoarse. "Just… don't penetrate."My eyes darted down to where his dick pressed against my thigh, a hard, insistent reminder of his need. He was already rock hard, a testament to the potency of his desire to fuck me. I don’t want his dick inside of me. At least not now. I’ve never done that before and I’m afraid I might not like it.Gently, I tapped his shoulder, indicating that I wanted him to put me down. He lowered me slowly, his gaze never leaving mine, a possessive glint in his eyes.I knelt before him, my hands tracing a path down his chest, across his stomach, finally settling on his waist. He shuddered, a low groan escaping his lips.My lips followed the path my hands had taken,
The warmth I was feeling right now from the body pressed against mine was a pleasant surprise. A deep comforting heat that seeped into my bones, chasing away the lingering chill of… what? I couldn't quite place it. The feeling was familiar, though. Like a half remembered dream or memory. I snuggled closer, a small smile tugging at my lips. It was the kind of warmth that reminded me of… my mom. Her soft body pressed against mine, the gentle weight of her arm draped across my back when I was still a kid. She would hold me like that all night, a constant, reassuring presence in the darkness that clouded our lives back then. I clung to the warmth beside me now, seeking that same comfort I used to feel. But something was… off. It wasn't quite the same. The texture, for one. Mom was… softer. This was firmer, harder and more… defined. And the smell. Mom always smelled of lavender and something faintly sweet, like warm milk and honey. This was different. Sharper. More… masculi
~ Gavin’s POV ~My head pounded against the mattress as I dived in head first. I couldn’t stop thinking about a certain stubborn little bunny called Logan. Just because we had an argument, he had refused to eat for three whole days, just to prove a fucking point. A stupid, reckless and almost fatal point. The memory of his pale face, when I found him passed out in his room churned in my gut. I knew I had messed up, royally. My usual tactics, the leverage, the veiled threats , they had backfired spectacularly which almost maybe made him almost lose his life. Imagine if I hadn’t gone back that day, what would have happened? I couldn’t bring myself to imagine it. And the worst part? A tiny, shameful voice whispered that I deserved it. I deserved to lose him forever.I shifted, resting my head on my hands, staring blankly at the ceiling. Logan’s words after we got back from the hospital couldn’t stop echoing in my mind. “If you really want to date me, then come over once in a while.
“Teach me how to court Logan.” Those were the embarrassing words I had said to Lily last night. But now, I stood outside of our family mansion and Lily’s words echoed in my head.“If you want my help, you come home.” Help. As if I had a choice. I was utterly lost in the struggle to gain Logan Pierce’s affections, a lack thereof I had and Lily, that manipulative little… sister, was my only lifeline. So, here I was, at the house. Mom had also given me an ultimatum to return home today or actually get disowned for real. I let out a frustrated hiss, a small act of rebellion against the inevitable, and pushed the front door open, and walked into the house.The familiar sounds of morning filtered through the house. The clinking of silverware, hushed conversations. I knew exactly what awaited me. The ritual of forced civility disguised as family breakfast. As I entered the dining room, the scene unfolded precisely as I had imagined it to be. My father, as always, was engrossed in hi
I slammed the bathroom door behind me, the sound echoing the rage pounding in my head. Fuck. Just fuck. I yanked my pants trousers on, the soft material surprisingly rough against my skin, a huge contrast to the slick heated feel of… last night. My jaw tightened as I recalled my night with Logan. Last night had been… perfect. God, it had been everything. Logan and I, pressed together in that cramped shower, the steam fogging the mirror, his warm mouth against my throbbing dick, his tongue swirling my whole lengthy. The way he had… the way he had moved and bucked his hips against mine. My fingers in his warm hole, loosening him up. It was perfect.My fingers clenched at the memory, a phantom sensation lingering. And this morning had started so well. We had been laughing, for fucks sake, almost getting at it again even, then Peter’s name had slithered into the conversation, like a goddamn snake. Just the mention of the man’s name was enough to ignite a fire in my gut. And L
~ Logan’s POV ~A long hiss escaped my lips as I watched Gavin storming out of the bathroom, the door slamming shut with a loud resounding thud. “He has started again,” I said completely irritated and frustrated. Honestly, the man was being utterly unreasonable. It was Peter, for God’s sake. Peter, who was my secretary, yes. But he was also more than just my secretary. Peter, who was practically family. Peter, knew me inside and out. And Peter, who, I was absolutely certain, harbored no romantic interest in me whatsoever.Sure, Peter was a bit of a flirt. A player even. He could charm the birds out of the trees, male or female, it didn’t matter. He had always been that way and he was very charming too that he even flirted with customers sometimes. But he had never crossed a line with me. Never given me a single indication that he saw me as anything other than a friend, a boss, a… well, a complicated part of his life, I supposed. So Gavin’s jealousy, this simmering rage th
My eyes narrowed, focusing on Gavin as he sized me from a distance, like a predator accessing its prey. Wasn’t he tired? Was he here to fight again and accuse me of stupid shit? If that’s the case then I do not have anything to say to his stupid overly suspicious ass. Me being pissed was one thing, but Peter’s stupid chuckle grated on my nerves even more. “Go ahead and talk if you want to,” he chirped, and my frown deepened. “I would rather wrestle a grizzly bear with my bare hands than talk to that maniac.” I hissed, the words laced with venom. “Just pretend he isn’t there Peter. Seriously.” Turning on my heel, I stalked towards my car. The sooner I put distance between myself and that… that sexy viper, the better. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. Gavin fucking Slade, damn him, had already started walking towards us and closing the gap. God! I wish I had longer legs. “He’s coming,” Peter snickered, the sound echoing my own internal frustration. He seems to be enjoying
This sexy daredevil Gavin. He had built this? This… flower cafe? Just for me? My breath hitched in my throat. It wasn't just a cafe with a few potted plants scattered around. This was a floral wonderland. Vines draped from the ceiling, blossoms of every imaginable colour cascading down like living waterfalls. I could only stare speechless. This was like one of my dreams come true. I’ve always wanted to come to a place like this, and he built this just for me. My heart which had been clenched tight with resentment and forced anger now fluttered like a hummingbird caught in a sudden burst of joy."Do you like it?" Gavin's voice, usually so confident, sounded almost hesitant. He was watching me, his eyes searching mine, a flicker of vulnerability in their depths."I… I do," I managed, the words a little breathless. A genuine smile stretched across my face, the first in what felt like days. "Thank you Gavin." The 'thank you' felt inadequate, a small offering for such a grand gestu
~ Logan’s POV ~My heart was practically tap dancing in my chest. It was today. Today was the day. My wedding day. My wedding with Gavin. A silly, goofy grin felt permanently plastered to my face, and every time I looked in the mirror, it just widened.Peter had been surprisingly invested. I still remember his dramatic sigh when I first mentioned needing a suit, only for him to drag me to some ridiculously expensive boutique three weeks ago to get suits. "Darling you need to look royal," he complained as he picked up fabrics. In the end, he chose a dark blue suit that actually made me look… well, royal. He said going for white was too basic. And this morning, he was here earlier, buzzing around my hotel room like an over caffeinated hummingbird."Logan, for the love of all that is holy, are you even dressed yet?" he shrieked, barging in for the tenth time in the last hour. "The ceremony starts in an hour! Gavin's already there, probably a nervous wreck, and you're still fiddling wit
It’s been a few months now and I must say, it has been the happiest for me. Peter had, quite simply, moved in. Or rather, I hadn't let him leave. The house felt hollow without his easy laughter, and the mornings dull without the aroma of his coffee brewing. Even the incessant meows of his three ridiculously fluffy cats, had become a comforting soundtrack to my days. They had taken quite a liking to me too, much to Peter’s amusement who thought they wouldn’t like me, especially Claws. They would often choose to nap on my lap while I tried to work on my laptop.Our days were so comfortable. I still went to the office, the pressures of work feeling somehow lighter knowing Peter would be waiting for me at home. He would often text me throughout the day, sending silly memes or asking about my progress even while still at work. Evenings were the best. Sometimes, I would come home to the tantalizing smell of something delicious Peter had whipped up in the kitchen. He genuinely loved to cook,
My jaw clenched as my damn phone started ringing, tearing me away from the warmth of Peter's embrace. Reluctantly, I pulled back as I answered the call."What?" I snapped curtly without even checking the caller ID."Sir," my secretary's voice said through the speaker. She sounded troubled too. "I just received a call.. your father is..well his health has deteriorated significantly. You need to come home immediately."I was quiet for a while as I processed the information."I'm on my way," I finally managed, I hung up without another syllable.Peter's brow was furrowed with concern, his hand reaching out to gently touch my arm. "What is it Alex? What's wrong?""It's my father. His condition… it's gotten worse. I have to go.""I'll come with you," Peter said immediately, I shook my head because there was no way I was going to allow that. "No Peter. You can't. You don't understand… my father… he's… vehemently homophobic. It won't be pleasant if he..."But Peter's jaw was set stubbornly
~ Alexander’s POV ~It’s been fourteen agonizing days since the light had been stolen from Peter’s eyes. It felt like an eternity, a cruel suspension of time where the only constant thing was the fear that his eyes might never open again. Everything else became so insignificant to me. The company, deals, every single thing, I abandoned it all, and I was basically living in the hospital. I felt alien to anything else but the beeping of the machines that kept Peter’s fragile body alive.I didn’t want him to remain in the public ward so I had him moved swiftly to a private hospital, two weeks ago in a VIP ward, where the best doctors and nurses could attend to him. Every morning, I would arrive before dawn to watch over him. I would gently bathe him, clean him careful around the bandages. Then I would comb his messy hair. I didn’t want the nurses to do it. I wanted to do it myself. Seeing Peter like this made me so mad and I regretted listening to Gavin’s weak suggestion of dumping Ja
~~ TRIGGER WARNING!!! For those who doesn't like torture. I tried to make it less graphic though ~~There was a slow curl of Alex’s lips. It was not a smile, not really, but something far more unsettling. He didn't speak further, just nodded his head towards Marco. Marco in turn immediately barked a series of sharp commands at the other guards. "Get him secured! Set the bastard up!"My gut clenched. A cold dread began to seep into my veins as I watched them move with efficiency. Alex, meanwhile, was on his feet, his gaze dropping to the figure of Jaxon huddled on the floor. There was no pity in his eyes, only disgust. Jaxon was already a mess of whimpers and desperate pleas, his voice cracking with terror as the men descended upon him.Two of them hauled Jaxon up, his limbs flailing uselessly, and dragged him towards a heavy looking iron surface that lay in the center of the room, I didn’t even notice it before. He was laid face down, his body trembling violently against the cold meta
“I want in,” I stated, my voice firm, brooking no argument. Alex turned to me, his emerald orbs that had turned so dark locked in my gaze. “Can you handle it Gavin?” he asked. I met his gaze, and I felt a bit offended. “What do you take me for?”His eyes narrowed, a hint of something dangerous glinting within them. “What I’m about to do isn’t about ordering someone around Slade. I’m going to do this myself. With my own hands.” His voice was colder now, devoid of any warmth. “Can you handle that?”I stared into the abyss of his eyes, seeing the raw hate that resided there. It was unsettling. I swallowed hard before replying. “Yes,” I finally said, my voice low but resolute. “I can.”Alex nodded, a grim satisfaction flickering across his features. He stood up abruptly. “Let’s go. We need to be back before Peter wakes up.” He started towards the door, then paused, turning back. “Where’s Logan?”I snorted. “I thought you’d never ask.” I told him about Logan’s internal bleeding, the shar
~ Gavin’s POV ~The meeting was going well and there were hardly any oppositions to my proposal by the board members. We were deep into the final stages of the presentation for the new tech launch, a project I had poured months of relentless work into. Then my phone buzzed. I saw it was Logan, then a smile tugged at my lips. Even during boring and nerve wrecking meetings like this, a call from him would always make me so happy.I raised a hand, silencing the presenter mid sentence. “Excuse me for one moment,” I said. The board members exchanged curious glances, but they knew better than to question me. I stepped away from the table, answering the call with a light hearted, “Hey love. Everything alright?”The voice that came through the receiver was anything but alright. I couldn’t hear anything but sobs and incoherent words. My smile vanished immediately replaced by a frown. “Logan! Logan, calm down. I can’t understand you. What’s wrong?” My voice was sharp with urgency. All I could
It was a bloody mess, and Peter’s face looked so pale against the white hospital sheets. The frantic energy of the paramedics as they wheeled him through the automatic doors of the emergency room was a blur of movement, all I could recall was the chaotic ballet of life and death. My legs felt like lead, but I stumbled after them, my vision swimming with unshed tears, with the taste of my own blood still thick in my mouth.“He needs immediate surgery! Trauma one!” a voice barked, it was sharp and urgent. They disappeared behind another set of swinging doors, as another shouted.“Intensive Care Unit.” I followed after them but a nurse, placed a firm hand on my chest, stopping me from following. “Sir, you can’t go in there. Please wait outside.”Wait. The word was like poison, a cruel reminder of another time, another emergency room. My mother, pale and still, being rushed behind those same daunting doors. And then… silence. The finality of it all. Death. The memory slammed into me wi
“Hello brother,” he drawled, the last word dripping with a mocking sarcasm that made my blood run cold. Before I could even process the shock, my back was slammed against the car with force.“Jaxon! What the hell are you doing here?” I gasped, my eyes wide with disbelief and a dawning sense of danger. I shouldn’t be here alone with him. He grinned, as his eyes were bloodshot. “I have been trying to reach my dear little brother for weeks now. But your precious Peter has been quite the effective gatekeeper, hasn’t he?”My gaze flickered downwards, no wonder I haven’t been getting those weird text. Peter was keeping him away without me knowing. I could already guess that it was Jaxon sending those messages. Only two people has called me disgusting gay. Stephen Cove and Jaxon. And Jaxon was my biggest guess. Jaxon’s smile widened, “So Logan. How have you been? Enjoying the fruits of your… newfound happiness?”“I’m fine Jaxon.” I attempted to straighten up, but he continued to block my m