Take (Temptation, #2)

by Ella Frank

“You just want to hear it out loud, right?” Logan lowered his hands to Tate’s hips. “Damn fucking right.” “Then yes. I’m thinking about my future and what part you’ll play in it. If you want to, that is.”

If you want me, come fucking get me.

“And fuck you for making me fall in love with you.”

His choice, was it? Not any longer, it wasn’t. It had stopped being a choice when Tate realized it wasn’t his head but his heart deciding.

“Logan?” He waited, and when nothing came, he whispered, “I love you too.” The only sound in the car was his breathing—until Logan started the engine and revealed four words that almost shattered him. “I don’t believe you.

“Then why did you leave me?”

“I don’t have anything.”

“You have me.”

The complete and utter lack of tolerance from his parents had shown him one very important thing—love was not something that was simply there because you were born of the same blood, and it should never come with a fucking disclaimer.

So now it was his turn. His turn to convince Logan that he, Tate Morrison, was worth it. When he wanted something, he was stubborn enough to wait it out and take it. Logan would be his, and he wasn’t going anywhere until he had him.

It was strange to be off his game, but when it came to Tate, he was starting to realize he needed a whole new rule book, and the first rule would read: No long periods of dead air space.

One heartbeat, two heartbeats⁠— Tate: I missed you.

I’m here.

I missed you too.

” “I could never hate you.”

“I hated not talking to you. Not seeing you. And I’ve discovered I need to be touched by you—daily.”

You might have done the chasing in the beginning, but Logan…” “Yeah?” “I’ve never been happier than when you caught me.”

” Logan felt his breath catch when Tate’s eyes closed and he leaned into his fingers. It was as if he were gaining so much pleasure from the way he was stroking his hair that he just had to get closer—Logan knew the feeling.

He nuzzled his nose into the wet curls, inhaling the shampoo, and had the sudden urge to mark him. With that goal in mind, Logan sucked Tate’s taut skin between his lips until he heard him curse at the sting of pain.

“I’ve never had one of these before.” “Is that right? I do so love being your first.”

“Logan?” “Hmm?” “Let me back in.” Logan blinked him into focus and placed his hand on top of Tate’s. “I’m trying.” Tate nodded. “Then I’ll wait.” “For how long?” Tate’s eyes softened and the smile that touched his lips was full of sincerity as he promised, “As long as it takes.”

“I swear, you make me break all my rules. But you know what?” “What?” he asked, curious as to what Logan was thinking. “It’s time for some new rules.”

Yes, I love him. Recklessly and without caution. He was all in, and he wanted Tate more than his next breath.

“Put your hands on the glass, Mr. Mitchell.” Fuck. The order, the name—Tate was in full take mode, and Logan was ready.

How about we make it a rule in this new rule book of ours? I’ll tell you where I am if you show me the same courtesy.

“You don’t get it, do you? It wasn’t that I didn’t want you,” Tate confessed. “It was because I wanted you so much. I needed space to be able to think. Because around you, all I want to do is fall without thought.”

I’ve become hooked on everything when it comes to you. Everything, Logan.”

He pressed his fingers hard against the glass wall and thanked God no one else was in the house, because if they walked in, they’d get one hell of a view. His ass pressed against the glass. Tate kneeling at his feet.

Breathe and give him what he wants. He’s right there asking for you. So reach out and fucking take him.

He drew his fingers down Tate’s cheek, and when his eyes opened and looked up at him, Logan felt practically paralyzed from the adoration he could see there.

How he’d gotten so damn lucky, he had no idea, but if it took slicing open his wounds to keep Tate, then he was willing to rip them open and bleed all over himself.

No words were needed.

“You make me crazy and furious and out of my mind with need, but in the end, you make me so fucking happy. I can’t ever remember feeling this way. And no one is going to tell me it’s wrong. No one.”

A promise—I’m yours. If you want to be mine.

Oh, how the tables had turned, and he loved that about them. Each was willing to give themselves over to the other.

He’d dreamt about this moment. The moment he’d be making love with someone. As Tate stared up at him, Logan knew that this was that moment. He moved over him, positioned his cock, and slid home.

His man was something else, and as he opened his eyes and saw Logan smiling down at him, Tate wondered how anyone could be ashamed of being with him. He wanted everyone to know—Logan was his.

” “Is that how you win in court? Someone presents evidence you don’t like and you shrug and say, ‘I don’t care, Your Honor.’”

” “The second you saw me, you were trying to fuck me.” “That’s true,” Logan agreed. “So that would mean you were⁠—” “Focused?” “No.” “Determined?” Tate rolled his eyes. “Can I⁠—” “Smart. That makes me the smartest fucker around.” “You’re unbelievable.” Logan grabbed his hand and winked. “Yeah, but you love me anyway.”

It’s crazy and intense, but Logan, it’s real.

“What they did and what they said...that’s their choice, and you are mine.”

“Okay then. Would you please focus on the road? I have this sudden need to see you in a tuxedo.” Logan’s fingers tightened around the steering wheel, and before he let slip the ridiculous grin he wanted to, he pulled it together and told Tate, “I have the sudden urge to peel you out of one.”

“I hurt you, and I’m sorry.” “Don’t apologize to me. You needed space. We worked it out in our own ways and found our way back, didn’t we?”

” “Asshole,” Tate mumbled. “You say the nicest things to me.” Logan winked.

“He wanted you too, but⁠—” “We don’t fucking share,” Logan ended

” Tate raised a brow as if to say, ‘And?’ “In other words, just right.”

” Logan closed his eyes and pictured Tate exactly how he’d left him—lying on his back, the sheet down by his hips, and one leg out over the top. He’d noticed that about Tate. It was almost as if he couldn’t decide if he were hot or cold, so he always gave himself the option.

“It’s both, right?

and when Tate held his hand out to him, all of his worries disappeared.

“In case I get busy in there and don’t say it, thank you.” “For?” Tate asked as his eyes softened. Logan squeezed his fingers, and as they started walking inside, he answered, “Always being willing to try.”