Let him look," he whispered and kissed me again.

That’s hard core, Gin,” Finn replied. “Very hard core. Kind of kinky too.” A grim smile tightened my lips. “That’s me. Gin Blanco. Hard core and kinky to the bitter end.

He realized something was going on between Logan and me. I wish he'd clue me in on exactly what it was, because I had no idea.

You're mine," "Not his. Mine. Only mine. Always mine.

I'd be damned if I let him see the tears in my eyes.

Are you coming along peaceful-like, or am I going to have to hog-tie you and put you in the car?

The two men stared at each other. Assumptions were made, judgments rendered, dicks measured.