Arianna When we get back to the house, everyone goes off and does their own thing. My mom takes a hangover nap, Tyson and Uncle Tom turn on some kind of sporting event, the twins
watch a movie in the rec room, and my Aunt Marissa and I begin making lunch. Logan lingered in the kitchen, making small talk with Marissa before he finally joined the guys. I did my best to hide my smile when he’d look my way, but I’m not sure I did a ver y good job. My god. I’m insane, right? I’ve lost my mind. I must have if I’m seriously considering pursuing an affair with my mom’s ex. Okay, is it technically an affair, though, if neither of us is in a relationship? That’s just called dating, right? Mayb e there is some hidden rule of thumb when the age gap is well over twenty years, though. Jesus. There is no debate. I am. Fucking insane. Unfortunately, I don’t seem to care. There is so much Logan and I have to figure out. I mean, we don’t even know each other that well. It’s a strange limbo because we do and we don’t. He knows what foods I like, and I know that he prefers to wake up early in the morning rather than stay up late at night. He takes a de ep interest in my photography, and I’ve always been fas cinated hearing about his work. We know each other at surface level, friend level, I guess. We don’t know the de ep stuff, but then again, I guess we don’t have to. There is no rush, in fact, there shouldn’t be a rush. We need to take it slow, one st ep at a time and just... wing it, I guess. I’ve pushed him away long enough out of some warped moral code that society has created. Age gaps, especially of a forbidden nature, are seen as disgusting, but I couldn’t give a flying fuck. I like him, and he seems to like me. I enjoy who I am with him. I feel safe, free. Like I could push the boundaries in all facets of life, and he would be there ready and willing to catch me within a moment’s notice. That kind of trust, that kind of bond, you don’t throw it away because things get messy. People will get hurt when this finally comes out. Ty i s already hurting despite how hard he’s trying to cover it up. I regret starting anything with him while consciously knowing I was holding... something for Logan. I thought I could push past it, but clearly, I was wrong. Though I know Ty will bounce back quic kly, my mother will be another story. She’s going to lose her goddamn mind, might even try to kill us all. So, I definitely think Logan and I should wait as long as possible before letting her know about... us. Once we get back to the city, back to reality, Logan and I can give this a try, and if it doesn’t work out, no harm done. If it does and it gets to the point where family has to know... well, we can cross that bridge when we come to it. “So, things seem to be going well.” Marissa smiles. I look up from th e lettuce I’m chopping for the burgers and tilt my head. “With?” “You and Ty. He seems really into you,” she says as her eyes move to the living room. As if his ears were ringing, Ty looks over the couch, smiling at the both of us before facing the TV. It’ s a warm smile, the most genuine one I’ve seen since last night. “He’s pretty wonderful,” I say with a nod and a small smile. “Are you kidding?” she whisper shouts to me. “That’s all I get? Come on. Mel is like a vault, she never wants to talk boys with me ! Let an auntie thrive. I’m begging.” I laugh at that, setting down my knife before closing the distance between us. I pull her in for a hug,
and she chuckles as she hugs me back. “Thank you.” “For what, sweetie?” she asks as we pull apart. “For proving that there are good mothers out there, good female role models to look up to.” A sad look passes over her face as she sighs heavily. “Your mother loves you, she just — ” “ Loves herself more? ” I snark. Marissa winces before running a hand through her hair. “ I wish I could tell you what goes on in that woman ’ s head, Ari. She ’ s just ... Kelly, ” she says with a sad shrug. “ Guess so, ” I say as I turn back to the toppings for the burgers, arranging everything on a tray before Marissa calls for Tom. “ Tom, burgers are ready to go on the grill. ” “ Two minutes, ” he says, staring at the TV as he does. She shakes her head with a smile and leans against the counter as she whispers. “So, come on, spill. Is he amazing in bed? I can’t lie, when he started coming around, I was sorry I was already married.” My mouth part s, and I admonish her with a laugh. “Marissa!” “What?” She laughs. “These women out here are living up their best cougar life. I’m kinda jealous. I’d love to have some hot, spontaneous, forbidden sex.” I’d agree with her, but I can’t relate to the wanting. I mean, I had a threesome not fifteen hours ago with two men in this very room. That’s pretty hot and spontaneous, and with their ages and the nature of our relationships, extremely forbidden. “Ty is great all around. In bed, out of bed, and he doesn’t sk ip a meal, if you know what I mean,” I say, teasing her with a wink. She howls out a laugh, attempting to stifle it. “Oh my god, that’s amazing. Tom and I never have time together anymore. Since we had kids, things sort of declined, and now I’m lucky if I get laid once a week. We haven’t been together this entire trip,” she says, a sadness to her tone as she stares off at her husband. I frown at that. What the hell is up with that? Marissa is beautiful, not just a pretty face and great hair, but an amazing body. If she was single, she would have a line out the door. Why do so many people, of all genders, give up when they get married? If I got married, I’d want to constantly date my partner. I’d want to fall in love with them every day because life is too sh ort not to, right? Easier said than done, though, I suppose. I don’t know what it’s like to balance life and kids and a marriage. Maybe I’m talking out of my ass, but I think she deserves better. “Maybe you should fire up the hot tub tonight? Even if it’s raining, fuck it. W arm, bubbly water and a skimpy bikini sounds like an aphrodisiac to me,” I say with a waggle of my eyebrows. She thinks on that for a second before she nods. “You know what, you’re right. I think I will.” “Good.” I smile. “Just to clarify, I said fuck it, not fuck in it, because you know we’re still here for three more days.” Marissa lets out a laugh that has the guys all turning to investigate what is so funny. Their confused faces only make the both of us laugh harder as Tom stands up, giving her that sam e look before taking the burgers out to the grill. We eat kind of a late lunch, so we decide to skip dinner and just snack. We played an impromptu game of pool, which was hard for me since the last time I came in this room, I found Logan and my mom... yeah. T hat image will probably be burned in my head for all eternity, unfortunately. My mom didn’t surface until around seven at
night, looking a hell of a lot more refreshed than she did before. Of course, to fight off her wicked hangover, why would she eat food filled with calories when she can just start drinking straight vodka? I swear to god, her relationship with food is so un healthy, especially paired with her borderline alcoholism. It’s no wonder she’s so thin. After pool, Melanie, Marissa, and I played a few rounds of Uno, which was fun until Mel got a phone call. She hid the phone quickly and ran up to her room, but not bef ore I saw the name Brianna with a red heart beside it. Maybe that’s why she doesn’t want to gush about boys with Marissa. I’m just glad that she has such an amazing mom that if she ever does want to tell her, she will undoubtedly support her. And probably make Brianna a permanent member of the family within five minutes of meeting her. I’m sitting in the living room cleaning up the Uno cards when Marissa leans over to Tom seductively. “So, I was thinking you and I could take a little dip in the hot tub, relax a little?” He shrugs, barely glancing at her as he lifts his beer to his mouth. “Kinda tired, babe.” Rejection flashes in her eyes, and her smile falls as she dips her head. She lo oks two seconds away from crying, and I want to simultaneously smack the shit out of Tom and hug Marissa. “I’ll jump in the hot tub with you,” I say softly. She looks like she’s going to decline when Ty cuts in. “Hot tub? Fuck yes, I’m in.” My mother pulls the vodka bottle away from her mouth as she slurs. “Oooo, me too!” She pulls her shirt over her head, dropping it to the floor, revealing her pink lace bra to the room. My eyes pop open in shock as Brady looks around uncomfortably. “Yeah, I’m gonna head t o bed,” he mutters, running for his life. Trust me, Brady, if I could run away from her, I would too. “I’m in,” Logan says, his eyes coming to me despite my mother smiling up at him sloppily. “Yay! Think I should takez off a fews a layersss,” she continues slurring. “I think you need to go get changed,” he says. “Now.” His tone isn’t harsh, but it’s not warm either. It’s just authoritative, and she listens, stumbling up the stairs to her bedroom. “Come on, Tom. Now you have to join!” Ty says, clearly trying to sway him for Aunt Marissa’s benefit. He nods, finishing his beer before setting the bottle down. “Sure. It’ll be relaxing,” he says. Marissa gives him a smile, but the instant she turns away, I see the disappointment on her face. Why would it have been so hard for him to say yes to just the two of them? He had to be peer pressured into it. “I’m gonna go help Kelly so she doesn’t wear a shower curtain as a swimsuit.” We all chuckle at that as she heads up the stairs, the rest of us following to get chang ed into our own suits. Ty and I walk into my room together, pausing when we look at each other. When we left for Leavenworth, we were obviously sharing this room. Now, things have changed. “I’ll take the couch tonight,” he says like he can read my mind as he grabs his bag and moves to the bathroom. “You don’t have to do that. We’re adults, we can share a bed, Ty.” He lifts his eyebrows in disbelief. “It’s like you’v e never even met my brother before, Ari. Trust me, he will insist upon it.” With that, he shuts the door. I pause only for a
moment before rifling through my things to find a swimsuit. I brought a few, but I haven’t worn this one yet. Mainly because it’s my skimpiest one. It’s black, my tits spill out the top, and the bottoms are considered cheeky, but let’s be honest, it’s a th ong. It’s a bold move wearing it in front of Logan, especially with everyone else around. There is something exciting to that idea, though, and I’m slipping it on before I can talk myself out of it. I know I brought a swim wrap, I just need to find it. Ben ding down to my suitcase, I continue digging through it when the bathroom door opens. My head whips around to see Ty staring at me with wide eyes. I quickly stand up, grab a sundress, and call it good, sliding it over myself before looking at Ty. “Fuck, Ar i. Are you trying to kill me? I’m trying to be a good guy but... goddamn, you’re not something that’s easy to let go.” “Sorry. I didn’t mean to — ” “ Of course you didn ’ t. Unfortunately, now I ’ ll be a while, ” he says as he adjusts himself in his swim trunks before heading back into the bathroom. The door shuts, and my jaw drops. “ Ty! Tyson! Don ’ t you dare jerk off in my bathroom! ” I say through the wood. “It’s this or you help me. Take your pick,” he says back, his breathing becoming a little more labored. Oh my god. Shaking my head, I reach for the door to find Logan there, frowning. “I heard shouting, everything okay?” “Yeah, everything is fine.” I nod. “Where’s Tyson?” I point to the door. “Jerking off.” “What?” Logan asks, his eyes narrowing with irritation. I shrug as he slips past me, banging his fist against the door. “Tyson!” he snarls. “You’re sle eping in my room tonight.” “I figured,” Ty calls out. “Your room?” I ask. “Where are you going to sle ep?” “The only way I’m ever interested in resting from now u ntil forever is with you on top or beneath me.” I blink up at him in surprise as he looks behind us at the open door. His hand lifts to gently cradle the back of my neck as he slowly backs us up away from the door until my back hits the wall. Logan lowers his face to mine, his lips ghosting over my own as he speaks. “That okay with you, Sparrow?” “Yes,” I breathe out. “Yes what?” “Yes, Sir.” I’m panting desperately as his lips skate across my cheek, moving to the sensitive part of my neck as he whispers aga inst my skin. “Are you going to be a good girl for me tonight?” “Every night,” I correct. Pausing, he pulls back enough to look at me. Those de ep brown eyes have become almost black as he growls under his breath. “Good answer.” In the next moment, his lips are on mine, his hold on my head tightening, smashing me against him as he dominates my mouth. I become putty in his hands as I soak up every second of his attention because having Logan Cunningham’s attention is like sunbathing for the first time after a long winter. When he tears his mouth away, Ty opens the door, looking plenty satisfied. Logan turns away from me to face Ty, lowering his voice as he speaks. “Don’t you fucking ever jerk off to the thought of my woman again.” “I will definitely be doing t hat, often. You’re just gonna have to get over it, bro. You get the real thing, and I just get... memories,” Ty says, his cocky attitude slipping as a wistfulness covers his features. That seems to strike something in Logan. I know it does in me. He takes a s t ep away from his brother,
clearly not happy but... acc epting, I guess? Which is such a strange thing to be acc epting of, but I feel the same. Logan brushes past me, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead before slipping out through the door. I look at Ty with a questioning look. “Did you seriously jerk off?” He barks out a laugh and shakes his head. “Fuck no. I just like to rile him up.” A disbelie ving chuckle es capes me as I head down the stairs to the hot tub. When Ty and I get out there, everyone else is already in. Marissa and Tom are cuddled up on one side, my mom to Tom’s left, where she is basically dry humping Logan’s leg. There is barely en ough room for me and Ty, but we make it work. Ty climbs in first, taking the spot beside Logan, which is probably for the best. Gripping the bottom of my sundress, I pull it up and over, dropping it to the floor before looking up. Uncle Tom looks away unco mfortably as Logan and Ty devour me with their eyes, or I guess more specifically, my bathing suit. I st ep into the hot water and don’t miss the opportunity to turn away from Logan slightly, allowing him a discreet view of my bikini bottoms before I lower myself into the water. When I turn back to face him, his jaw is tight, eyes drenched in lust. He blinks the look away quickly, though. My eyes move to my mother, who miraculously has both of her eyes open despite how wasted she clearly is. Her face twists up with a sneer as she looks at me. “Where the fucks did you get that suit? You look like a cheap whore.” “Heyyy,” Ty warns, his tone not friendly or playful in the slightest. He’s glaring at my mother, who’s completely oblivious as she continues. “I mean, honestlys, no ones wants to see that! Lose twenty - five pounds, then maybe.” “Enough!” Logan snaps, looking at my mother like she’s lost her fucking mind. “That is your daughter, Kelly. I don’t give a fuck how drunk you are. You’re so far out of line.” “Are you serious? You think you look better than Ari?” Ty scoffs as he reaches out for me, dragging me into his lap. I don’t push away, allowing him to play up whatever he’s trying to do. I mean, for all they know, Ty and I are still together. “Yeah, I do. I — ” “ Jesus, Kelly. Just shut the fuck up! ” Marissa snaps. My mom frowns as she looks up at Tom with a pout. “Your wife is being mean to meeee.” He looks down at her like he’s not impressed before shaking his head and looking up at the sky, effectively tuning this conversation out. Logan takes the opportunity to scoot away from her, coming over until he’s brushin g against Ty. I look to my right to see that I’m basically in both their laps now. Thankfully, beneath the jets, you can’t see what’s happening under the water. I feel a hand slip between Ty’s front and around my waist, yanking me off Ty’s lap and into the seat. Logan moves to make room before resting his hand on my thigh. Ty looks nonchalant as he pulls his arms out of the hot tub, resting them on the edge. Logan’s fingers begin teasing the edge of my bikini bottoms, slipping beneath them when Marissa trie s to break the awkward silence. “So, Logan, how is business going? Any exciting cases you’re working on?” “Nothing that wouldn’t bore you to tears. Helping billionaires stay out of jail when they are caught embezzling, or god knows what else,” he laughs de risively, his
face completely impassive as one of his fingers pushes inside of me. My breath catches softly, but thanks to the sound of the jets, I don’t think anyone notices, aside from Ty, of course. He casts me a knowing look but turns his attention back to the conve rsation. “You have to be lonely,” my mom interrupts with a slow flutter of her eyes. She’s so trashed right now she’s not even really making sense. She’s just being obnoxious. “Pardon?” Logan asks, continuing to pump his finger in and out of me. “All work and no playyy.” She giggles. As if on cue, the whole hot tub rolls their eyes. I want to do the same, but it’s taking everything in me not to fall apart right here in this hot tub. So, I ke ep my mouth shut and attempt to stay still. “I have my hands plenty full right now,” Logan says as he slips another finger inside me, cupping my pussy as he does. Fuck. I feel myself spasm around him as he increases the speed of his fingers. My heart is beating out of my chest as my eyes move around the hot tub. This is t he most insane thing I think I’ve ever done. Forget the high from the exhibitionist room. This is just terrifying. If anyone besides Ty knew what was happening under this water, all hell would break loose. I’m sure of it. The very idea of us teetering on something so dangerous also gets my heart beating faster, my legs trembling in anticipation. My mom moves in the water, coming closer to us be fore sitting just beside Logan. You’d think he would pull out of me or at least stop finger fucking me in front of everyone. Of course he doesn’t. He just continues thrusting his fingers in and out of me, his thumb rubbing my clit as he turns to face my mo m. “What?” he asks. She smiles at him, and despite his calm demeanor, I see his pulse thundering in his neck. He’s getting a rush out of this just as much as I am. He’s inches away from his ex - wife with his fingers inside her daughter. The feeling of getti ng caught is an exciting one that I’m not quite sure why I enjoy so much. Marissa and Tom begin discussing something, and Logan casually speaks to me quietly. “Go underwater when you’re ready.” “What?” I gasp, my vision unsteady as my building pleasure beg ins to cloud everything. “Now,” he demands as he curls his fingers up, thrusting them against my g - spot. At the last second, I slip under the water, wave after wave of my orgasm thrashing into me as I moan and whimper. Or at least I feel like I do. I’m not sure if any sound actually comes out. Logan doesn’t stop, moving his hand faster and faster until it feels like my body is going to break from so much pleasure. Then, as casually as he slipped inside, he pulls out just as I resurface. When I do, I emerge away from Logan, closer to my Uncle Tom, as I wipe the water from my eyes. Everyone gi ves me a funny look, and I shrug. “I was getting cold.” Everyone shrugs it off exc ept for Marissa, who looks like she doesn’t quite believe me. Thankfully, Ty steers the conversation away from me as he begins talking about a time he got into a fight with a MC member at his bar. During the conversation, Logan grabs my gaze, casually rubbing the tip of one of his fingers over his lip and into his mouth. My pussy pulses as his dark brown eyes promise so many filthy times to come.