Page 36 of Silk Sheets

Logan—who was laying on his back, bench pressing some weights—froze with his arms midair.

I crossed my arms over my chest, leaning against the doorframe, and he put the bar down before sitting upright, reaching for his water bottle.

He had been up here since he got back from campus. He didn’t say a word to Chase and I, but we had a feeling it had something to do with Dakota.

“I may have told her you weren’t home.”

He threw his head back, chugging down his water before using his towel to wipe his forehead.

“You lied to her?” he asked, catching his breath, and I gave my shoulder a slight shrug. “Why?”

My reply was definite. “No reason.”

“Ah,” he grinned, getting up and tossed his towel onto his shoulder. “You wanted to be alone with her.”He’s right. I did. But I wouldn’t fucking admit it.

“She’s not right for us,” I added, which only made him hesitate as he leaned forward to pick up his t-shirt.

“You haven’t even given her a chance,” he shot back, continuing to grab his phone as he stood to his full height.

“I don’t need to. We need a submissive, and she’s far from. Not to mention she’s too young, too reckless,” I explained, but he didn’t seem to agree with the way he scoffed at me. “She doesn’t know what she wants. She doesn’t even know whatthisis.”

He turned his body to face me entirely, but looked around the room like he was gathering composure. His eyes met mine and something told me he wasn’t going to let this go. Lethergo.

“You’re underestimating her.”

I could almost laugh. It was as clear as day that Logan was thinking with the wrong fucking head.

I’ll admit.

Dakota’s beauty was unmatched. Her long, silky black hair that always hovered right above her perfect little ass.

Her curves were damn near endless, and her tits—even through the button up she wore today, I could still see how perky and round they were.

She had the most perfect thighs I’d ever come across, and the asshole part of me couldn’t help but fantasize about what it would be like to have her bent over for me. Being a writhing mess.

Physically, she was perfect.

But, this was much more than the physical sense, and Logan needed to remember that soon enough before things got out of control. The motherfucker had the idiotic idea of having her be our plus one. Chase, although reluctant at first, agreed, and I couldn’t me more pissed off.

“She’s not the submissive we need and you know it—”

He cut me off instantly, like he not only tried to convince me but himself as well. “Shecanbe.”

“Not good enough.”

There was momentary silence, and I watched him run a frustrated hand down his face, before meeting my eyes.

“You can’t force her into submission,” I reminded him, and he bitterly scoffed, shaking his head. “She’s abrat, Logan.”

“Still a submissive,” he quipped even though he fully knew what I meant.

He and Chase had no issue being a brat tamer, but it was more of a challenge for me. I rarely knew my limit, and sometimes I couldn’t control my strength, which is why I needed an obedient submissive,nota brat.

“You just won’t give her a chance because you haven’t moved on from Josie.”

My heart rate picked up at the mere mention of her name. With a clenched jaw, my grip on my biceps automatically tightened.

My voice was unexpectedly gruff. “This isn’t about her.”