For Logan (Chicago Syndicate Book 5)

by Soraya Naomi

  “I like that you came to me. But I would’ve come to get you, cricket. We had a deal.”

  An innocent, sensual look crosses her face that makes her utterly irresistible. “I feel a bit shy,” she admits, and I fucking adore her reserved honesty.

  “Don’t be.” To relieve her doubts, I untuck the towel and let it drop to the floor. “Take off your clothes, Rosa. The deal was that I get to see you naked, and I get a kiss.” I haven’t told her where I intend to kiss her. “I want to watch you undress.” Then I take my cock in hand and pump leisurely.

  She gives me a smile so sweet it seems like it should belong to another girl. “Impressive.”

  Instead of replying with my regular suggestive, you have no idea, I don’t respond.

  She watches me with half-lidded eyes as she pulls her top over her head. Her maroon bra and her jeans follow suit. When she hooks her fingers into the sides of her panties to wedge them down her legs, I’m met with a body that exceeds my expectations.

  My cock is leaking as I track the voluptuous contours of her wide hips, and I’m struggling not to touch every inch of exposed skin while primal urges resound in my every nerve. She has an hourglass figure that’s driving me crazy with breasts that are round and mouthwatering.

  Many moments pass before I can manage coherent speech. “You’re perfect.” I notice my belt on the bed, and while I’d love to tie her up, I crave to taste her more.

  I wonder how many men she’s been with? That thought pisses me the fuck off.

  “Crawl on the bed on your hands and knees, Rosa.”

  She frowns, expressing her hesitancy, and I enjoy reckless Rosa fighting to submit to me. When I continue to stroke myself, she turns around and climbs onto the bed on all fours, provocatively curving her back.

  As I study her, she calls to me in the softest voice, craning her neck while I stare at her pink lips. “Logan...”

  It’s a motion that pulls at my heartstrings. I’m on her in a flash, and longing explodes when our skin connects. Covering her back, I wind my fingers in her silken hair, pulling her head back so I can nip her neck as she gasps and arches magnificently against me. Then I flip her onto her back on the sheets, planting her hands besides her ears and pushing her thighs wide with mine. Biting my way down her throat, I take what I’ve wanted with a ferocious passion and lick her nipple.

  “Delicious,” I groan, peeking up at her as she watches me with hunger. Roughly, I grip both breasts and push them together to suck one then lavish attention on the other. Molding the soft flesh, I breathe her in deeply, the scent overwhelming.

  “Fuck, your tits are perfect for my hands,” I coarsely say, rocking the head of my shaft between her legs.

  Rosa lets out a raspy laugh and moans simultaneously. I suck her smooth skin right above her nipple, marking her. Branding her without thinking. My hands shift down to the rounded curve of her ass as she hooks her leg around my hip and slithers her palms up my neck. I’m about to fucking blow, but I need to explore her sensational body, which has starred in my fantasies persistently for a week. My fingers drag down her stomach to her wet pussy, and I rub her as she moans louder, quickly reaching her peak.

  “I’ve been promised a kiss—and licking your nipple doesn’t count, Rosa,” I add when she opens her mouth. “I’ve dreamed about how hot and wet your pussy is for me.” I lift my fingers and lick one. “You taste even better than I’ve imagined.”

  Rosa writhes on the mattress as I stand back up at the foot of the bed and stroke my erection while she’s spread out like a sacrifice on the ivory linen with her dark hair fanning around her.

  “Ask me to lick you,” I order, delaying my own pleasure.

  That enticing dimple returns, but she doesn’t reply. In fact, she cocks one knee up, exposing herself to me. The little minx.

  “Tell me you want me to taste you,” I repeat and stop my movement, simply because I’m not ready for this to end. “I want to hear you say it.”

  With a naughty grin, she breathes, “I want you to taste me, Logan.”

  I kneel down fast and capture her ankles, dragging her to the edge of the mattress and planting her feet wide. Giving her an eager smile, I bend forward, and the moment my mouth is on her core, we lose all inhibitions. Rosa squirms on the bed as I trace my tongue up her pussy, adding pressure. Then I roam my palms up her legs and hook one arm around her hip as my other hand skims up her stomach, gripping her full breast while I fuck her with my tongue. Brutal and wild.

  She clutches my hair and arches off the bed as I find an unrelenting rhythm, storing her little sighs. When she groans again, it’s a sound that I’m starting to recognize as absolute pleasure, so my dick swells even more.

  Her breathing becomes softer, which is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, and she moans my name, “Logan...”

  “Take your pleasure, Rosa.” I cement my mouth over her, lapping feverishly.

  She mashes herself against me and circles her hips, trembling as her legs give out and she climbs to release. “Oh, fuck. Yes.”

  I keep my arm around her hip when she bucks off the sheets and insistently kiss her core until she collapses. Then I lick her once more with the flat of my tongue, savoring her essence, and leisurely toy with her nipple. When we lock eyes, I bite the inside of her thigh.

  “Oh, I’m so sensitive now,” she whispers with a satisfied glow as she brushes my hair from my forehead in an alarming, yet pleasantly memorable, moment.

  Suddenly, we’re interrupted by the doorknob rattling, and our gazes fly to the door in unison.

  Thank God I locked it.

  “Oh, shit.” Rosa bolts upward into a sitting position

  I place my finger against my lips, wondering who the fuck is trying to get in my room.

  CHAPTER 13

  Rosalia

  “Oh, shit,” I blurt out, still recovering from a soul-shattering nirvana.

  Logan warns me to be quiet and stands up, all hard body and toned muscles, allowing me to ogle his sculpted masterpiece of a torso as I pull the sheet over my breasts to hide my nakedness.

  When he reaches the door, he looks longingly back at me before shouting, “Yes?”

  “Wade, Luca and James are back,” Henry informs him. “Let’s go.”

  Logan turns the lock and inches the door open so that Henry can’t see me. “I’ll be there in five. I just got out of the shower.”

  “Okay. Have you seen Rosalia? James is looking for her.”

  “No, but if I do, I’ll tell her he wants to see her,” Logan lies, closing the door.

  “Shit! My father’s back?” I mumble and kneel on the bed.

  He scrubs his jawline in frustration, no doubt because of the fact that we’re repeatedly being interrupted. Maybe it’s a sign? I dismiss the thought as he comes toward me with wicked intent written all over his expression and cradles my face.

  “Don’t worry. Stay here. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” And just when I think he’s going to kiss me, he slaps my ass with force.

  I bite my lip. Our first kiss was between my legs; I haven’t even kissed his mouth. He’s such a masterful player, and I’m a puppet in his game and his playfulness eases any qualms I have. Logan smirks as I press my hard nipples against his chest.

  “I need to dress. Don’t tempt me,” he cautions, toppling backward on the bed with me and sucking my nipple briefly.

  Then he jumps up and hurriedly throws on khaki pants and an indigo dress shirt, folding up his sleeves. Lounging on the bed, satiated, I let him unashamedly peruse my naked body. He makes me feel sexy with his hot gaze, and while I can be blunt, I’ve never been this bold with another man. Furthermore, he makes me wanton with his dirty words, although I still have to confess one thing to him, so I muster up my courage.

  Before I can say a word, Logan opens the door to walk out, licking his lips around a cocky smile. “Don’t go anywhere, Rosa. I’m not done with you yet,” he promises in a tantalizing tone and disappears.

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nbsp; “Wait! What about my father?” I suddenly remember. He’s searching for me, and with the events of earlier, I don’t want him to worry.

  But I’m too late, and Logan doesn’t hear me. Torn between wanting to stay and wanting to speak with my father, I drum my fingers on my chin. Eventually, I get up and push my legs into my jeans, and as I finish dressing, I notice several markings on my breasts, that simple reminder eliciting butterflies in my stomach. This is the first time I’ve ever been attracted to someone to this extent. Nevertheless, I know I shouldn’t get too carried away.

  I prepare to head out with the intention of returning after I’ve spoken to my father. The hallway is busy again as members return from their assignments, so I discreetly sweep out of Logan’s room and don’t stumble upon any familiar faces as I round the corner.

  Luckily, I left just in time, because my father is knocking on my door as I reach my room.

  “Rosalia,” he greets and turns to me.

  “I was just going to look for you when I heard the men were back. What happened?”

  He’s reluctant to answer and says vaguely, “They’re on top of everything. Did you talk to your mother?”

  “Yes, she called this afternoon. Um, you didn’t tell her about the shooting?” This is the second time my father has lied to my mother about my involvement in the Syndicate. She has no idea what’s going on – well, regarding my part in it.

  “I don’t want her to worry,” he states. “How are you?”

  “I’m doing fine,” I reply, surprising myself since I just shot someone and should be a mess. Though I’ve been too preoccupied with a certain blond male to dwell on it.

  “Good. I’m going to get some rest. I’ll see you at breakfast.”

  “Okay. Night.”

  He kisses my forehead, and I enter my room. With a frown, I glance at the unfamiliar bags on the floor beside the bed just as Mary comes up behind me.

  “Oh, I was late finding a room, so I’m staying with you. Is that okay? It’s either you or Henry,” she grumbles, tucking her auburn curls behind her ear.

  Although I like Mary, I’m secretly disappointed. I won’t be able to return to Logan tonight. Yet I also know she needs to avoid the allure of Henry. He was very flirty with her upstairs, and I think it bothered her.

  “Sure. No problem.”

  Seems I won’t be sleeping with my first choice tonight.

  ***

  The next day, the shock of shooting someone has lessened immensely. This hanging around with everyone is actually fun, kind of a mini family vacation. In here, we all know we’re safe, so the mood is light. I guess all these wives are used to this lifestyle, and they make Mary and me feel included. I’m also learning a lot during my day at Club 7. Apparently, Mary only found out recently, and by accident, that her brother, Adriano, is the boss of the Chicago Syndicate. She’s new to this side of our family too, and it creates a bond between us. Unfortunately, I can’t visit Cam today, but Adriano’s texted me that everything’s fine at the hospital and that I can see her as soon as lockdown is over.

  I also haven’t seen Logan all day. Maybe he joined Luca and my father on the outside? I’m worried about him the entire time I’m waiting, yet there’s enough going on around here to divert my attention.

  When night has fallen, two Italian guards, whom I’ve never met before and who used to be bartenders, are teaching Mary and me how to mix cocktails while we’re at the bar, balanced on our stools. They obviously don’t know we’re close relatives of high ranking men, because they’re both flirting with us.

  I cross my legs and let the skirt of my cherry red dress fall over my knee. As I’m finishing my second drink, one of the guys asks, “What’s your favorite candy?”

  “Cotton candy,” Mary replies, already tipsy. She combs her curls over to one side, and both men gape at her pretty framed face.

  “Then you have to try this.” He sets two martini glasses on the bar. Then he dips down and comes up with a silver rectangular candy bag from underneath it. Tearing it open, he takes out pink cotton candy and flings a piece of it in each glass while the second guy is mixing up a drink.

  “I need to taste it.” I steal some of the candy from my glass. “This is so good. Pure sugar,” I muse dramatically and pop more into my mouth as they laugh at me when the cottony sugar sticks to my lips.

  Clear liquid is poured into each glass and the cotton dissolves, leaving a pink-colored beverage. Excitedly, Mary and I accept our drinks and clink the rims together.

  “Salute,” she cheers before we try his concoction.

  Mary babbles on, holding up her drink in one hand. “I’m getting a sugar orgasm and an alcohol orgasm combined. This is gold, dude.”

  The guard beams at her as I take another sip. “It’s definitely addictive.” I can’t help but release a moan, and Mary laughs.

  Unexpectedly, the mood changes, as if someone flicked a switch. The two guys straighten, and all of a sudden, Mary and I are being flanked by Henry and Logan.

  I place my glass on the bar as Logan casually leans sideways against it, standing close to me and moving his gaze up and down my body.

  I note how nicely they’re dressed. Henry’s in black slacks, a grey vest, and a black and white striped tie, and he mirrors Logan’s stance against the bar next to Mary as she swallows her drink. “What’s addictive?” He watches Mary with a little too much interest and then glares at the guards.

  “This drink.” I point to the glass in front of me. “Where did you come from? Henry, you look very handsome.”

  “Thank you. We had a black tie event, but it was boring as hell. And I missed Mary.”

  Mary rolls her eyes. “I bet it wasn’t me you came back for. It was your brunette. Where is she, by the way?” she sneers.

  Henry shows his teeth. “Are you jealous, Mary?”

  “You wish,” she retorts and smiles at the guard.

  Henry aims a scowl at him, surprising me with his vehemence.

  Wait a minute! Something must have happened between Mary and Henry last night too, but she didn’t tell me anything.

  Meanwhile, Logan’s watching me with an impenetrable expression. He’s in a tux, complete with a bow tie, and his dirty blond hair is slicked back, but some strands that won’t stay in place are hanging down over his forehead. He’s basically gorgeous.

  “Wade, you look like a Bond villain.” A fine-looking villain.

  He gives me a roguish smile. “Thank you.”

  “Not a compliment.”

  He just smiles wider. But I catch a trace of possessiveness when Logan cuts the guards a seething glance. With a mere glower from him, they scamper away.

  On the inside, I’m jumping for joy. I’ve never seen Logan being protective of any woman, and I’ve witnessed him with many of them. All conversation fades away while he studies me as if he hasn’t seen me in days. Memories resurface of him pleasuring me last night, and he tilts his head as if he’s guessed my thoughts.

  Logan whispers, “Meet me on the roof, Rosa. I’ll make it worth your time before we get interrupted again.” And with that, he saunters away.

  I jump off the stool, mesmerized and obliged to follow him as he commands my emotions, and careen toward the front entrance of Club 7, continually checking around to see if anyone notices me going after him, but everyone’s oblivious. Logan takes the first elevator, and I enter the next one which takes me to the top floor.

  The doors swoosh open into an empty restaurant on the roof. At the opposite end, there’s an enormous lighted terrace where Logan’s standing, gazing up at the sky, as I push through the glass doors. A rounded taupe sofa is built low to the ground with a grand fireplace in the middle that has a wooden table constructed around it. There are also several canopy lounge beds placed on either side of the sofa, complete with lounge beds and a glass roof so that you can look up into the air.

  The stars alight the dark sky, and the wind is swirling around us, but it isn’t too cold because of
the fireplace. As I pass the lounge set on the veranda, Logan turns around. He’s casually untying his bow tie, letting it hang around his neck as he undoes the top buttons of his white dress shirt.

  My dress is long-sleeved cotton, but it’s November, so I shiver a little. To my surprise, he closes the distance between us and shrugs out of his suit jacket, draping it over my shoulders.

  “This place is beautiful,” I murmur as he returns to the far side of the terrace that has a raised round platform in front of the low bricked edge. “Is this where you take all your conquests?” I can’t help but blurt out. Damn this bluntness of mine!

  He looks back over his shoulder, not taking my bait, before replying, “I’ve never brought anyone up here.”

  “Logan”—I clutch my chest, trying to lift the mood—“you’re making me feel special again...careful, careful. How did you get in here after hours?”

  “I’m a resourceful man. I can pick any lock,” he answers, intriguing me more. “This restaurant closes at ten p.m. for some reason.”

  He grins lazily as I stop beside him. The city lights are twinkling beneath us.

  “I like that only you call me Logan,” he admits.

  “It’ll be our thing,” I mutter as he holds out his hand to guide me onto the round platform.

  We’re so high, and I’m practically balanced on the edge, peering down the steep skyscraper.

  “Wow.” As the wind blows my hair across my face, it’s exhilarating, so I bend forward slightly, startling Logan.

  “Don’t!” He latches on to my hips, moving behind me on the platform. “Somehow I knew that my reckless Rosa would enjoy this.”

  I perk a brow. “I’m not your Rosa.”

  Logan snakes his arms around my waist, allowing me to lean back against him. I keep my face turned to him as he gazes ahead and declares, “Yes, you are.” There’s his arrogance.

  Now I do look away from him, just so that he won’t notice my wide smile. Even though I’m on a raised stand, his muscled, broad body makes me feel protected and warm. We’re silent for a while, and it’s undeniably comfortable, which is an ironic realization for a chatterbox like me.