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

kneading her ass, pulling her hips into his. “It’s gonna happen, baby, trust me. We just have to make sure Ant understands we both want it. Can you do that?”
    Logan tilted her head back to look at her man—or one of her men, if she had her way—a wicked smile pulling at her lips. “I can hardly wait.”

Chapter Four
     
    The house was dark when Ant pulled into the drive much later that night. He’d planned to stay away until he knew both of them were at work, but that plan was shot to shit when he found out his parents had a houseful of guests. They frequently hosted tour groups at Sugar Downs since it was on the historical register , and the weekend was booked solid, all the rooms taken. When he and J.B. moved out his parents had turned their rooms into guest rooms, which had never bothered the brothers. The only times they might return home and sleep was if they were there for the holidays and had too much to drink.
    He’d thought about going to a hotel, but that was a waste of money when he had a perfectly good bed at home. Well, home for now. Ant hadn’t lied to J.B. He was welcome to the house . In fact, it seemed appropriate to let J.B. and Logan live there, to raise kids there. Maybe he was a glutton for punishment, because he could easily see the house filled with kids. But he wouldn’t be there to make them and he wouldn’t put Logan in a position where she’d have to face the criticism of the people of Grand Terre. It still pissed him off that J.B. was so ready to throw her to the wolves, but he’d nipped that shit in the bud by leaving.
    Except for tonight. It was actually a good thing he was back, he thought , as he parked his truck around back. He could grab some clothes and shit and not have to come back until he was ready to move. The other part of him, the hungry, selfish part, was all for taking J.B. up on his offer, but no, he wouldn’t do that to Logan. She deserved so much more than that shit.
    Ant climbed out the truck, careful to close the door softly , and made his way to the kitchen door. He let himself into the house, noting the lingering aroma of Logan’s homemade lasagna in the air, and his stomach rumbled. He hadn’t eaten all day. Instead, he’d roamed Calhoun land, following the cane roads in a bid to banish thoughts of that morning from his mind. It hadn’t worked, of course, but he’d fucking tried.
    He headed to the fridge, intent on finding leftovers and eating them cold if he had to , when he heard a deep, rough groan coming from the living room. He froze, skin tight and heart thumping. It came again, followed by a muttered, “Fuck yeah.”
    He should leave. Head back out the door and leave. There was no mistaking the sound of J.B.’s voice , ragged with desire, so he could easily imagine they were fooling around. They might not have heard him drive up at all. God knew he wouldn’t be able to hear a bomb go off if he had Logan under him or over him or anywhere near him. He could leave and they’d never know he was here.
    “Fuck yeah, babe, just like that,” J.B. urged with a gasp.
    Sinful images bombarded Ant’s brain. What was she doing? Was she going down on him? Jacking him off? He shouldn’t be thinking about it, wanting to know, but he’d found when it came to Logan, he had no fucking sense. His feet soundlessly carried him across the kitchen. Don’t look, don’t fucking look, asshole. But he had to. Why, he couldn’t have said. It would be sheer torture to see her doing anything with his brother, because he wanted to be in J.B.’s place. Wanted to know if Logan went completely wild, if she was a bad girl or a really bad girl beneath that good girl image she had. Sweet as pie, but wicked in bed. He’d heard her orgasms, heard her begging to be fucked, but he’d never heard J.B. sound so undone.
    He stopped at the doorway , as though he hit a brick wall. The television was on, but no one was watching it. J.B. was splayed on the sofa, legs stretched in