Take (Temptation, #2)

by Ella Frank

“No, it's Tate. That honest, stubborn man that you just let walk out your fucking door is Tate. I hope when you look at the empty chair at your dinner table this afternoon you realize what the fuck you just did and come to your senses. If you do, he’ll be with me, Logan Mitchell—the pervert. She knows where to find me,” he made sure to add, pointing to Diana, who was now standing by the side door, probably wanting to run after Tate.

“I have no fucking doubt.”

The hurt that skidded across Logan’s face tore at him, but as he struggled to remain upright, all he could hear in his head was, Don’t come back.

If Logan touched him right now, he wasn’t sure what would happen. He felt as if he were about to fall apart.

“Say it, Tate,” Logan demanded, his

voice low and menacing.

“I don’t know that this will be worth losing my family. I knew t...

When he came to a stop in front of him, his hurt finally surfaced in the form of anger, and Tate braced himself.

He stared across the roof at him and shrugged—the wall firmly back in place, the pissed-off expression saying all the things he wasn’t. “Okay.”

He paused and looked his way, and it was the first time that Tate had seen those blue eyes of his full of hurt.

reminded himself that this was the very reason he didn’t do relationships. This ache in his heart. The way his chest constricted every time the phone rang.

“He’s not Chris,”

“He’s just scared.”

“So am I.”

He had everything to offer and was afraid to for fear of rejection.

But after five days without the sexy-as-sin lawyer, Tate was more than aware of who he wanted in his life.

Gone was the immaculate, clean-cut version of Logan he was used to, and in his place was an unshaven, sexier-than-imaginable version. And he was clearly pissed.

“You may want to dance a little closer than that, hun.”

He didn’t budge as Logan came closer, and when the strong hand he’d imagined earlier snaked down between them to cradle his stiffening cock, Logan narrowed his eyes on him. “Want to make me? Or do you want to take this hard-on you got just by seeing me and do something useful with it instead of sticking your tongue in this woman's mouth and trying to get off?”

“I didn’t have my tongue in her mouth.”

“I wanted yours.”

“Did you?” Logan teased, flicking his tongue over his lobe. “Could’ve fooled me. Five days is a long time.”

“You’re too late.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” he replied, looking around—anywhere but at the temptation in front of him.

If you want me, come fucking get me.

In an instant, Tate’s fury turned to dejection.

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

By that point, Logan was all bluster, his anger masking the emotions he’d let surface—the emotions that terrified him.

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.

“I love you,”

Tate shrugged as if it didn’t bother

him, when really, it cut deep—really fucking deep. “You may not believe me, but it’s true. And at least I can say the words.”

“Then why did you leave me?”

Molten fire lit his veins as his lips

parted and Logan pushed inside.

Tate sat back in his seat, pressed a palm to his erection, and moaned.

My cabin. And I want to see you in it.”

Jesus, he hated feeling vulnerable.

And what it all came back to was Logan. Logan made him happy.

Logan would be his, and he wasn’t going anywhere until he had him.

Several minutes passed and he started to think he’d said the wrong thing, but then, as usual, his addiction reached out to him and reminded him he was still hooked.

The curve of his lips was subtle but definitely there. Total sex face.

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

“I want to hear you all the way down here in my room when you come.”

The next time Logan shouted for him like that, he would make sure to be within touching distance.

“I’ve been waiting and wanting, and when I’m finally back inside you, I’m not gonna leave until I’ve fucked you so hard and long that we can barely move. And we need to be inside for that.”

Tate knew he better be ready because he was coming for him—or more likely, he’d be coming for Logan.

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.

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