time?
Probably not. Logan had never participated in a ménage and wasn’t looking to get involved in one. He’d never had sex with two men at once before, and the thought of being with Rave and Tony—two strong, dominant men—intimidated him.
Logan realized in that second that having a ménage with the two men was the root of his denial that he was attracted to them. Fuck it. It wasn’t going to happen, so why worry about it?
The three of them got out of the car, the car doors slamming in unison as Logan glanced around. He wasn’t looking forward to another dead body, but he wanted to see what his emotions would do.
He wanted to know what would happen when he saw death. Logan was actually here to see if he could control what was happening to him or if his emotions would control him once more.
It wasn’t the best-laid plan, but he wasn’t going to get any practice sitting on his thumb at Rave’s.
“Over here,” Jesse said from the side of the Dumpster.
Logan swallowed as he trailed behind the Rave and Tony. He saw feet sticking out past the blue container and wondered how horrible the rest of the body was going to be once he laid eyes on the victim.
Shit, maybe he shouldn’t have come. He was starting to sweat bullets. The lights from the police car swirled around, deputies standing around waiting for Tony to come closer. Logan wanted to tell the agent that he had changed his mind, but he figured Tony would razz him about it if he did.
Logan spotted Dorm standing next to Jesse, checking out one of the deputies. He wasn’t sure if Dorm was concentrating on something or if he was actually checking the man out. Whatever, it wasn’t his business.
“Are you okay?” Rave asked as he laid his hand on the small of Logan’s back. “You don’t look so hot.” He may not look hot, but damn if Rave’s hand wasn’t. It felt like a piece of hot coal was pressed against his back. The man was playing havoc with Logan’s body.
“Cramps,” Logan said and then moved away from Rave. Rave glanced at him curiously, but didn’t say anything else. Logan swallowed and then walked closer to the body, taking small peeks at a time. You can do this.
“What do you think?” Jesse asked Tony. “Is it our guy’s handiwork?”
Tony knelt in front of the body and Logan got a full view. A frighteningly full view. His head swam a little as he stared at the man slumped against the Dumpster. There was a bloody knife in his left hand and blood streaming down his shirt from his throat. The shirt was still wet, the blood very vibrant in the sun.
Logan swallowed repeatedly, trying his best not to get sick. The victim’s eyes were open, large, frightened, as if he had seen the devil himself. Logan moved closer, and an image began to form in front of his eyes. He saw the deceased man cringing, a larger man looming over him with a belt in his hand. The victim’s father?
And then the image changed. The man was running as fast as he could, Aba forming right in front of the stranger, stopping the man from getting away from…Logan couldn’t make out who was behind the dead man, but someone had chased the deceased, chased him right to Aba. Logan shook his head when he saw that Aba was the one with the knife, but he handed it over to the man and made the guy cut his own damn throat.
Logan stumbled, falling into the front of the Dumpster as tears rolled down his face. He hated Aba more in that second than he did anyone else in his entire life. The man had to be stopped, had to be killed!
“Logan, breathe,” Tony said as he came up beside him and knelt, speaking softly. “You have to breathe, hon. I can feel you pushing into my head.”
Logan’s eyes snapped up as he stared at Tony, the man’s pretty brown eyes filled with concern. Logan nodded as he took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, feeling the buildup simmer down and then disappear. “Aba killed him. I saw it in my mind. But someone helped him. They chased the
Probably not. Logan had never participated in a ménage and wasn’t looking to get involved in one. He’d never had sex with two men at once before, and the thought of being with Rave and Tony—two strong, dominant men—intimidated him.
Logan realized in that second that having a ménage with the two men was the root of his denial that he was attracted to them. Fuck it. It wasn’t going to happen, so why worry about it?
The three of them got out of the car, the car doors slamming in unison as Logan glanced around. He wasn’t looking forward to another dead body, but he wanted to see what his emotions would do.
He wanted to know what would happen when he saw death. Logan was actually here to see if he could control what was happening to him or if his emotions would control him once more.
It wasn’t the best-laid plan, but he wasn’t going to get any practice sitting on his thumb at Rave’s.
“Over here,” Jesse said from the side of the Dumpster.
Logan swallowed as he trailed behind the Rave and Tony. He saw feet sticking out past the blue container and wondered how horrible the rest of the body was going to be once he laid eyes on the victim.
Shit, maybe he shouldn’t have come. He was starting to sweat bullets. The lights from the police car swirled around, deputies standing around waiting for Tony to come closer. Logan wanted to tell the agent that he had changed his mind, but he figured Tony would razz him about it if he did.
Logan spotted Dorm standing next to Jesse, checking out one of the deputies. He wasn’t sure if Dorm was concentrating on something or if he was actually checking the man out. Whatever, it wasn’t his business.
“Are you okay?” Rave asked as he laid his hand on the small of Logan’s back. “You don’t look so hot.” He may not look hot, but damn if Rave’s hand wasn’t. It felt like a piece of hot coal was pressed against his back. The man was playing havoc with Logan’s body.
“Cramps,” Logan said and then moved away from Rave. Rave glanced at him curiously, but didn’t say anything else. Logan swallowed and then walked closer to the body, taking small peeks at a time. You can do this.
“What do you think?” Jesse asked Tony. “Is it our guy’s handiwork?”
Tony knelt in front of the body and Logan got a full view. A frighteningly full view. His head swam a little as he stared at the man slumped against the Dumpster. There was a bloody knife in his left hand and blood streaming down his shirt from his throat. The shirt was still wet, the blood very vibrant in the sun.
Logan swallowed repeatedly, trying his best not to get sick. The victim’s eyes were open, large, frightened, as if he had seen the devil himself. Logan moved closer, and an image began to form in front of his eyes. He saw the deceased man cringing, a larger man looming over him with a belt in his hand. The victim’s father?
And then the image changed. The man was running as fast as he could, Aba forming right in front of the stranger, stopping the man from getting away from…Logan couldn’t make out who was behind the dead man, but someone had chased the deceased, chased him right to Aba. Logan shook his head when he saw that Aba was the one with the knife, but he handed it over to the man and made the guy cut his own damn throat.
Logan stumbled, falling into the front of the Dumpster as tears rolled down his face. He hated Aba more in that second than he did anyone else in his entire life. The man had to be stopped, had to be killed!
“Logan, breathe,” Tony said as he came up beside him and knelt, speaking softly. “You have to breathe, hon. I can feel you pushing into my head.”
Logan’s eyes snapped up as he stared at Tony, the man’s pretty brown eyes filled with concern. Logan nodded as he took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, feeling the buildup simmer down and then disappear. “Aba killed him. I saw it in my mind. But someone helped him. They chased the
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