Take (Temptation, #2)

by Ella Frank

Dedication To Logan, Because around you, all I want to do is fall without thought. - Tate

Wait…love?

Tate Morrison, where the hell did you come from?

” “Don’t be alarmed,” Tate started, fingering the unfastened button of Logan’s pants, “but you almost sound like a real boyfriend.”

and knew right then—with this man, he wanted it all. All he’d once dreamed of was right there within reach. All he had to do was reach out and take it.

” “It is a good morning, isn’t it, Sherry? Could you possibly give him the memo?” He pointed to his brother. “I think he missed it.”

We were together after the fact, not before. Although, let’s face it, she never would have stood a chance against me. I give really good head.”

” “Thirty-four is hardly old. Except to someone in their…twenties,” he pointed out.

” “Tate.” “Yes, Logan?” “How old are you?” he practically growled. “Twenty-nine. I’ll be thirty next month.” He heard a relieved sigh through the phone. “You fucker.”

“You can’t walk away from me any more than I can from you.”

“I didn’t even stop to think how old you were. I just had to have you. That should tell you everything.”

“Heaven forbid. Logan Mitchell in a church? You may get struck by lightning. I wouldn’t want that.”

“What do you mean I don’t know your real fucking name?”

“Oh, I know when I’m being fucked with. But by the end of tonight, you will tell me your full name.”

“Well, I like your confidence, but I have to tell you, I’m not going down without a fight.”

” Tate wondered if the word yes had ever been easier for him to say, and as Logan waited for his response, he knew the answer to that particular question was never.

“My Tate.”

“Smartass.” Unbuttoning his vest, Tate agreed, “Maybe so, but better than being a dumb one, wouldn’t you say?”

I roared aith laughter from this one because my husband says this all the time.

“Tell me. Your name,” he demanded. Logan loved the way Tate responded to him with parted lips and challenging eyes. “Make me.”

In two fucking weeks, his entire life had been turned on its ass. How in the hell…But when warm lips pressed against his forehead and he was pulled closer so he was lying in the crook of Logan’s arm, he realized he didn’t give a shit.

“It’s William.”

” As he drifted off to sleep, Tate felt for the very first time that he was exactly where he was supposed to be, and he didn’t care what anyone else thought.

“This is the only way I like cream with my coffee.”

He hadn’t stood a chance.

” “Is. It. True?” she asked again, cutting him off. Her voice was cool, her tone unrelenting. Tate couldn’t seem to spit the word yes past the lump in his throat. If it had been the easiest word to say last night, then this was pure irony, because it was the hardest fucking word to utter this morning.

“And what have you always wanted?” Logan shook his head and bit back the simple yet complex answer of, “You,”

“This, what we’re about to do, isn’t just fucking. Not anymore.”

“I know.”

The lock that had kept his heart firmly shut away had finally found its key.

Lust and arousal were the driving forces in the room, but just under the surface was something much stronger—something he wasn’t sure they were ready to acknowledge.

Logan wanted him, and if this was his fall into corruption, then he planned on making one hell of an impact.

It was like a giant wave—if you got caught in its pull, it was best to just surrender and let it steer you where it would. All you could hope for was to keep your head above the water and remember to breathe.

” “As in, does he suck like a Hoover too?”

“Sure. What kind of games are we talking here?” “Hell if I know. But if the Twister mat comes out, I’m getting the fuck out of there.”

” “Why’s that? Do people always tell you you’re loud, bold, and totally inappropriate at least once a day?”

“Oh, this is sweet,” Logan said as he looked over to his brother. “You always did try and understand why I liked to play with men. Now, you can find out for yourself.”

“You saying I'm easy?” Tate grinned across at him and knew that this would drive him nuts, so he moved in and lowered his voice. “No…I'm guessing you're hard. Really fucking hard.”

He’s making me think about the things I’d decided weren’t for me.” Logan paused, not quite believing the words coming out of his mouth. “Almost like I dreamed him up.”

” The smile that slowly morphed Tate’s lips was depraved, and Logan wondered where the fuck it had come from because—holy shit—it was potent.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it? Someone who won’t always let you win?

Mark my words, fine has no business with what we’re about to do.”

Yes, touch me. Make me brave.

He could be brave and he wanted back inside.

“What are you trying to do, kill me?” Tate shook his head. “No. I’m making you mine.” Logan released his hard-on and grabbed Tate’s ass, pulling him up so he could rub their cocks together. “Don’t you know? I’m already yours.”

Tate watched his face and wondered if he’d ever seen anything as spectacular. Logan in the throes of sexual bliss was a fucking masterpiece.

This was no longer about sex. As Tate pressed his forehead against Logan’s, he likened it to a religious experience. Logan had fundamentally changed him, made him see the light—Or the fucking stars—and there was no way he could ever be unchanged.

“I meant what I said earlier. I’m already yours, so whatever you need...”

” “There are no buts.” Tate paused, and when Logan’s lips quirked, he couldn’t help himself. “Well, maybe a couple of asses.”

It was amazing that something so simple had once felt so complicated. When, now, all it felt was right.

“Stop what exactly? Touching? Talking? Or inviting you to have me any way you like, anywhere you like? Because all you have to say are the words and I’m yours.”