Wicked Need (The Wicked Horse Series Book 3)(42)

Hard and often.

Haven’t even thought about The Silo once since she and I talked about it five nights ago.

My phone dings with a text and I see it’s from Cat. Callie said they were going to The Merry Piglets, which always means margaritas with lunch.

It’s cute and coy, and I never thought I’d use those words to describe Cat. Sloane and Callie think I should own my inner kinkiness. And I’m kinda drunk.

I’m sitting at the front counter, previously bored out of my mind but now fully alert with interest. I immediately write back, I think you should own it too. And you’re a cute drunk.

It takes a few moments for her to text me back, and I wonder what an inebriated Cat really looks like. Never have I seen her intoxicated. She never once had an alcoholic drink at The Silo, and I’ve never seen her look to be high or out of control. I bet she’s fun though.

Want to know something that really turned me on at The Silo?

And there it is… the first time I’ve thought about The Silo in five long days. It’s a record for sure.

My fingers fly across my phone. Yes, I do.

Her reply comes back much faster than the priors, and I go ahead and take that to mean she’s eager to let me know her dirty thoughts. This I can get on board with because, for the most part, Cat’s sort of taken a backseat in bed and let me control how things go. I’d like to see her start making some demands of her own so I can show her there’s someone who really wants to give her that.

I get achingly hard when I read her reply. Watching you and Logan together.

My head spins. She liked watching Logan and me together? I can’t believe she’d even remember something like that because in The Silo, that stuff’s pretty normal.

My cock starts to throb realizing she enjoyed watching me.

Sure, with another guy, but that doesn’t bother me. What Logan and I do together is hot. We don’t mess around with each other without a girl involved, as neither of us is gay. Not even sure we’re bisexual.

Maybe.

Who knows?

But we both have no qualms with some guy-on-guy action when we’re in the heat of things. Always in a multiples or an orgy-type situation. He’s f*cked me and I’ve f*cked him, although he prefers to top. I like both.

We’ve both sucked each other’s cock, and let me tell you… he’s damn good. Not as good as Cat, but damn near close.

It’s not been that long since we did a fantasy together, and a smile comes to my face as I remember that was a four-on-one we did with Bridger, Cain, and Sloane. Logan and I didn’t have sex that time, as it was all about Sloane’s pleasure, but we did a lot of touching while in the process, and that’s just as nice.

I text her back without giving any deep thought to what I’m getting ready to offer. Want a repeat?

I hold my breath for what seems like an agonizingly long time, until I get back two words guaranteed to make the rest of this day go slower. I do.

We’ll be at the apartment by 6:30. Be naked and ready. And sober. I want you fully alert.

After I send that text, I dial Logan’s number. He’ll be game. I know he’ll be well done with work for the day, cleaned up, and ready to go by 6:30 PM. Which is technically a ridiculously early time to get your sexy party on, but f*ck if I’m going to wait.





Logan’s waiting at the top of the stairs that lead up to my apartment, leaning back against the door with one booted foot propped against it, another long leg stretched out. With his arms folded casually across his chest and a bland look on his face, you’d have no idea looking at him that he was vibrating with sexual need right now.

Logan is one of the most sexual creatures I’ve ever known. Before I knew the real deal about Cat, I would have put them in the same category, almost as if they needed sex to survive. I hang out at The Silo a lot, but Logan is there every single night, for hours at a time. I’m not sure there’s a patron there who has as much sex as he does, and it never seems to get old for him.

Maybe he’s a sex addict now that I think about it, but whatever. Not my place to judge.

“Can’t say I hated getting your call this afternoon,” he says with a slow smile as he pushes off the door. “A private night with you and Catherine… fantasy come true.”

I smile but hold it for only a moment before I level him with a serious look. “Listen… Cat’s in a bit of a rough place. A lot of that stuff at The Silo she did… that was her husband making her do those things.”

“What?” Logan asks with his eyebrows drawing inward.

I nod. “But that’s not the rough place. Plenty about The Silo she came to like… including apparently watching you and me together… but it’s other stuff. She got kicked out of her house, credit cards shut off, and told she was cut out of inheriting anything. Was basically f*cking living in her car.”

Logan scrubs a hand over his chin, worry in his eyes. He nods at me, and I continue. “She’s been staying here for the last week, and well… something’s happening between us. I’m not quite sure what it is, but it’s something.”

“So why am I here?” Logan asks.

“Because despite all that shit she’s been through, Cat still has her dirty side. She’s apparently owning it. This is by her request tonight.”