Sweetest Taste of Sin (Southern Sin) by Danica Avet Read Free Book Online

surprise her, but he’d stunned her just now. Left her standing in the hallway listening and praying —for what she couldn’t say.
    Did she want them to share her permanently? Ant seemed to think J.B. was out of his mind and part of her agreed. Grand Terre wasn’t the kind of place where they’d let something like a threesome go unchallenged. Except it wasn’t as though she and J.B. were demonstrative in public anyway. Yeah, they held hands, and now and then he’d give her a little kiss on the cheek, but they weren’t touchy-feely in public. Hell, she’d touched Ant more in public than she had J.B. and the sky hadn’t fallen. No one other than Devon had seemed to have a problem with it, but Devon was very much a rule follower. Always had been.
    So no, she could see why J.B. would think they could get away w ith keeping a threesome secret. But that wasn’t what made her cry. No, that was all Ant.
    Who loved her.
    Logan remembered every painful moment from last night’s conversation with him. No, not so much a conversation as her baring her soul to him, only to have him go silent. Then that kiss.
    God, that kiss. Logan closed her eyes and slumped against the wall to hold herself up. Ant tasted like fire and cool mint. His flavor had hit her taste buds and she’d gone weak in the knees. His kiss had whirled through her like a tornado, ripping away everything , to leave nothing but the animal within, an animal that wanted its mate and wanted it now. She would’ve fucked him right there if J.B. hadn’t called. The repulsion, the hatred on Ant’s face when he answered the phone had lanced through her, bringing her out of the alcohol-induced haze. She hadn’t known who he hated, her or himself, but it hadn’t mattered because she realized what she’d done.
    Only to find out J.B. wanted them to be together. The three of them , as a family unit, living together, sharing her body. It was the stuff of her fantasies, but Logan didn’t know if she could trust it. She wanted it. God, did she want it. In fact, she could easily see it. Loving J.B. and Ant as she did, she could see coming home to both of them, having both of them in bed with her at night, spending her time with both of them without feeling guilt. It would be a miracle, a dream come true.
    But Ant was gone . He was leaving the house to J.B. because he couldn’t be around her. A sob rose in her throat and she strangled it back, her heart hurting so much she wouldn’t be surprised to see blood on the floor. Ant loved her. J.B. loved her. And she loved both of them. But there would be no happy ending for the three of them.
    “I’m sorry,” J.B. said from the kitchen doorway.
    Logan opened her eyes to see him leaning against the frame, his face hard with pain and sorrow. Somehow she found herself in his arms, her head pressed to his chest, holding him tightly. She didn’t even realize her crying had escalated until she felt J.B.’s hand stroking her hair and back. A soft, “It’s okay, baby” whispered into her ear. All the pain and uncertainty, the guilt of loving his brother poured out of her in what seemed like an endless crying jag.
    “Hush, Lo-Lo,” he ordered gently, his arms tight around her.
    “I l-love you, s-so much,” she stammered on a hitch of breath. “And I l-love y-your brother! I’m such a whore.”
    “Goddammit, no you aren’t,” he said , in a firm voice that brooked no argument. His hands gripped her shoulders and he pushed her back until he could look in her in the eye, his face hard with anger. “You are not a whore and don’t you ever talk that way about yourself again, y’hear? You’re a beautiful woman with a big heart. I love that you love my brother as much as you do me. Love it. And I love that we both love you back.” His face tightened. “I don’t know how much you heard, but—”
    “Almost all of it,” she blurted. “I felt you leave the bed and I was going to t-tell you wh-what happened l-last night