He broke from the kiss, wanting to see her face when he pushed into her.
Grace used the opportunity to look down his dick.
“Oh God,” she breathed, her eyes widening adorably at the size of him.
He didn’t think it was possible but he grew even harder, so hard it was painful. “All for you, babe,” he promised her, wanting her to know that he had never been this turned on his goddamn life. Then he gripped her legs, spread them wide, pressed his dick to her sweet heat and thrust in with impatience.
She cried out his name and tensed at the intrusion and Logan fought for control, holding still, straining against her. She was so tight. So fucking mind-blowingly tight.
And she was Grace.
He was inside Grace.
She deserved his patience, she—
She pushed her hips impatiently against his and when he looked into her eyes he saw her silent plea for more. When she lifted her leg, he accepted the invitation and eased her up the wall so she could wrap her legs around him. The movement caused him to slide deep inside her, the breath knocking out of him as lust splintered down his spine.
“Logan!” Grace arched against the wall, her beautiful breasts he’d freed from the confine of the dress, bouncing in his face. Her dark, tight nipples begging for attention.
Licking, sucking, teasing her tits, he pounded Grace into the wall, and lost his ever loving mind as she went wild.
Classy, sweet, kind… and totally wild for his dick.
He was screwed. Figuratively and literally.
And when she climaxed around his cock, her tight inner muscles tugging and throbbing around him, Logan came so hard he saw fucking stars.
It took a while to come back to reality. Grace kept rippling around him in little aftershocks that felt so good he didn’t want to pull out.
But soon reality intruded.
The black haze of sexual frustration and then the red haze of lust had dissipated so he was no longer thinking with his heart or his dick.
He’d just fucked Grace and he couldn’t have her.
Shit.
The loss of her pressed hard on his chest as he kissed her soft, sweet, memorizing the taste of her before he pulled out of her and lowered her legs to the floor.
That’s when he realized he’d been so out of control he hadn’t even stopped to put on a condom and he always wrapped up.
Not knowing how to say this but needing to he asked, “Are you on the pill?”
Grace tensed and he felt like a bastard. Did that really have to be the first thing he asked her?
“I’m on the pill,” she whispered.
Relieved that at least he hadn’t screwed up her life in that way, Logan bent down to pull up his underwear and jeans. As he zipped up, his eyes drifted over Grace. Her hair had come down from its up do at some point and fluttered around her flushed face. Her breasts were still naked, her nipples swollen from his attention and her dress was still around her waist.
He was getting turned on again. Logan moved in to cover her up.
Jesus, he hadn’t taken it easy on her. So out of control he’d pounded her against that wall. Guilt flooded him. “Did I hurt you?”
Grace shook her head but he wasn’t entirely convinced. “I’ll let you get cleaned up and then we need to talk.”
She practically fled the kitchen and Logan’s gaze drew back to the wall where he’d screwed her brains out. Her cries of pleasure filled his ears and he could still feel her coming around him. Grace had enjoyed every second. He was sure of it.
But he shouldn’t have done it.
Tearing his eyes from the kitchen wall he got on a stool and sat there, waiting for her, trying to think how he could explain this in a way Grace would understand. In a way that meant he would still have her in his life.
Their friendship wouldn’t be easy now that they both knew what kind of passion could exist between them. Sex with Grace was hotter than hell.
But Maia was more important than that.
His daughter needed stability.
He and Grace needed to cool it for now. Whatever happened in the future, happened. But now… it was just really bad timing.
At the sound of her stool moving beside him, Logan watched as Grace slid onto it.
She flinched at what he put there in his eyes, needing her to know where this conversation was going.
He felt that flinch of hurt score across his chest.
Jesus fuck.
Unable to see her hurt, he lowered his gaze as he tried to explain something he knew she would understand. “This can’t happen again, Grace. I have to focus on Maia. Every day I’m reminded that I’ve lost out on fifteen years of being her father, and I still haven’t scraped the surface of the damage Maryanne did to her. I need to make up for it, Grace, and the only way I can do that is by giving her all of me right now. She deserves that. She deserves to be number one. I can’t be in a relationship at the moment.” And Grace wasn’t a woman you casually fucked. He knew that if they continued this it would go somewhere deeper, and if Maia reacted badly, he’d have to end it and that would only hurt them all worse.
When she didn’t say anything, he felt the beginnings of panic. “Grace, I should never have with you… I acted on impulse. I have to stop. I have to take control of my life. Be a fucking man. Look where impulse has gotten me. It put me in jail, for Christ’s sake.”
He knew as soon as it was out of his mouth that it was the exact wrong thing to say. It came out all bloody wrong. Grace’s anger swelled into the room. “Are you comparing having sex with me to what you did to get yourself imprisoned?”
Bloody hell! “Of course not.”
“Oh good,” she huffed, sliding off the stool to get away from him. He had to curb the urge to reach out and haul her back against him. “I might have taken exception to that.”
“You’re pissed. Shit, Grace, I never meant to—”
“Fuck me?” she cut him off. “Yeah, I got that memo. You can go now, Logan.”
No way. He wasn’t leaving until they’d hashed this out. “Don’t be like that. Please. You’ve been so good to Maia and me—you have to know that you are the last person I’d ever want to hurt. I’m a dick, okay.” He held up his hands in surrender, hoping honesty would buy him her forgiveness. “I shouldn’t have done it. I care about you, and I’m attracted to you—of course I’m fucking attracted to you; look at you—but I had no intention of crossing that line with you and spoiling what the three of us have. You know how Maia has been acting when she gets even the sniff of a woman in my life. I can’t do this. Please understand.”
Grace narrowed her eyes and he struggled to read her expression. Then she spoke and her hurt came tumbling out, making him feel like the biggest bastard that ever existed. “Why did you, then? I was content in the knowledge that you didn’t reciprocate my feelings for you, so why did you cross the line.”
Feeling two inches tall, he could only offer up the honest and unpleasant truth, “I let jealousy get the better of me.”
“So you’re saying you got upset because another boy was playing with the toy you hadn’t had a chance to play with yet?”
Feeling the situation run away from him he bit out, “Don’t. Don’t make this worse. I had no idea how you felt about me.” And he hadn’t. He knew she wanted him. He hadn’t known that she might care for him.
It was fucked up but he also couldn’t help but be glad she cared about him.
“Oh please, Logan. That may have been true when we first met, but we have been past the antagonistic-neighbor routine for a while now.”
“I suspected you were attracted to me, but nothing deeper. I never imagined you could.”
“Because that’s me… the shallow hookup girl. You know me better than that.”
Her voice broke on the last word, slicing him to ribbons. “Apparently, I don’t,” he snapped, not angry at her at all. Furious with himself. “But if you want me to take full responsibility for this, then I wil
l. I’ve been an arsehole, I hurt you, and I hate that I’ve hurt you. I do. I am sorry.” He needed her to say it was okay. That she forgave him.
Instead Grace wrapped her arms around her body as if trying to protect herself from him. “I’m an idiot that forgot you like your quick fucks to come hassle free, with an even quicker good-bye.”
It felt like she’d slapped him. That she could think he’d think that way of her. “Jesus—”
“Don’t. Just go. There’s no point to arguing. You were right before. I should have asked you to leave then. I’m asking you now.”
Leaving killed him but deciding Grace needed some breathing space, some time, and that he’d come back later to smooth things over, he strode across the kitchen to leave.
She called his name.
Hope dashed through him as he turned back to her.
But her face was hard. He’d never seen such a hard, cold expression on Grace’s face before. He didn’t know she was capable of it. Something ugly, brutal, churned in his gut and it only intensified when she said, ‘I don’t want you back here. Maia is always welcome and I will be civilized to you for her sake, but you and me… our friendship is officially over.”
Hurt scored through him, knocking the breath out of him. “You’re killing me here, babe.”
The tears that spilled down her cheeks as she begged him to leave hurt even worse.
In that moment he hated himself.
Selfish fucker.
So he did what she wanted.
He left.
And when he lay in his bed that night, and the night after that, and the night after that… he endured the torment of wanting her and knowing he couldn’t have her.
About the Author
Samantha Young is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author from Stirlingshire, Scotland. She's been nominated for the Goodreads Choice Award for Best Author and Best Romance for her international bestseller On Dublin Street. On Dublin Street is Samantha's first adult contemporary romance series and has sold in thirty countries.
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BLACK TANGLED HEART
"Readers are in for a thrilling and emotional ride with this one! The storyline is engrossing, the characters are complex, and the chemistry is off-the-charts palpable. It's my favorite book by Samantha Young to date." — K.A. Tucker, international bestselling author of The Simple Wild
Black Tangled Heart is a complete standalone. The Play On series are books connected by the theme of the arts industry, not by characters, and can be read in any order.
To my siblings, Jane was a friend. A pseudo-sister, the girl we grew up with.
To me? She was everything.
Our passion consumed us.
When our world fell apart, I thought our love would be the thing that held us together.
She was the love of my life. But she abandoned me when I needed her most.
And I'll never forgive her.
For years I've been planning my revenge against the people who took everything from me.
Jane won't be an exception. I'm coming for her.
She knows it.
She says she wants to help me serve my version of justice on the people who hurt me.
I'll let her.
She probably thinks it will save her from me.
It won't.
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