Remorseless (Fractured Farrells: A Damaged Billionaire Series Book 3) (17 page)

Far be it from him to keep a gorgeous naked woman from getting his pants off. Once they were gone, Julie pushed him back and straddled him. Logan wrapped a hand in her hair and pulled her down for a deep kiss even as he settled her fully on top of his cock.

Julie steadied herself on the bed with one arm while her other hand ran over his biceps and chest before settling there. Once she had her purchase, she lifted her hips up and he positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. Then she slid down. She was already wet and ready, so he was inside her in a second.

It felt so...right.
She was warm and burning, and her body seemed to fit as if she were made especially for him. In the thousands of fantasies he’d had while in prison, nothing had come close to the reality of holding Julie in his arms. No matter how much she lied to him or played him or sided with his brothers, he would always try to get her in his bed. Always.

He let go of her hair to put both hands on her hips as he showed her the rhythm. He moved her up and down on his cock, alternating between slow and gentle and hard and fast. Sometimes his eyes would close from the pleasure, but the truly great moments were when he opened them. Her body, in all its perfection, was his for the moment. With every thrust, she managed to look hotter, and as the pleasure shot across her face, Logan finally snapped. In one second, he rolled over and had her on her back.

He couldn’t stop the wave of lust that took over. He pounded her hard and fast, unrelenting as his orgasm creeped up on him. And the second she came, he couldn’t hold back for one more moment.

He tensed as he came and held Julie as tight as he could as he burrowed his head into her shoulder. The tension slowly left him, he turned on his side and pulled Julie with him.

“I’m on birth control,” said Julie suddenly.

He didn’t really know what to think about that, but he was still too high on his orgasm to care much. “Huh?”

“We’ve had sex twice now and you haven’t used any protection or asked me about birth control. As your public relations consultant, I need to remind you that these things need to be discussed. So I’m baby-proof and disease free, but you’d damn well better wrap up for the next girl you’re with.”

Next girl? Oh yeah, she thought this was the last time between them still.
“I don’t remember you stopping to have the talk.”

“I was distracted. But I don’t have a bank account fat enough for someone to trick me into having a child with them.”

She had a point. And it was stupid, but it made him strangely happy that she hadn’t broken down to have the talk with him beforehand. She had been too...distracted. He liked that he was able to distract her. He liked that he could make her lose control. If he really thought he could keep her coming to his bed, he’d need to get her to lose control a lot more times.

“Now that the responsible talk is out of the way, why don’t we eat Chinese food in bed?”

Julie smiled at him, and for a second, he forgot about the reporters outside and that the brother he hadn’t seen in years would be walking right between them in a few hours. It was just him and the beautiful naked woman in bed with him.

Because starting right now, he’d be counting down the seconds until she’d be naked with him once more.

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J
ulie looked at the lobby doors once more, waiting for Alex to walk in. She’d warned him about the reporters, and he should be in plain clothes with a hoodie pulled to obscure part of his face. She tried to keep her gaze solely focused on the door, but her mind kept wandering back to the hotel room above her. To the man in that hotel room.

She had no idea what she was going to do about him. What she was going to do about herself. Every single part of her career had been carefully calculated: Get her degree; get a low-paying job that got her foot in the door. Learn everything possible while creating the plan to launch her firm; get a high-profile client to get her name out there, and boom.

She’d known high-profile clients could be a pain in the ass, but everything had gone so well with Nathan. And then once Jean came along, Julie had managed to introduce her to the press in the perfect way to protect her privacy while getting a good amount of money for the new heiress to save away from doing some exclusive interviews.

Everything had been sunshine and daisies. And then Logan Farrell had come into her life. But as much drama as he’d brought, up to and including her still sore throat from the man who had been following him, it hadn’t been...bad. Thinking back on their time in bed that day—both of their times in bed—Julie couldn’t help but smile.
When was the last time she’d had sex? Long enough.
She hadn’t had time to go on even one date in the past year. She had forgotten the primal joy of being held. And Logan didn’t just hold her. He seemed to dominate her in a way she never even thought she’d like. He didn’t ask her to kiss him; he just did it. He didn’t silently hope she’d move faster. He set his hands on her hips and moved her the way he wanted her to move.

But he still stayed respectful. She remembered when she kissed him upstairs. It was only then that things got really heated.

Dominating.
Since when did she like dominating men? Well, she supposed she’d never had one before.

Then a tall man came in, with a black hoodie pulled over his face and wearing glasses. Not sunglasses, but the effect was enough to obscure a few more of his features. Julie stepped forward and waved him over. He only had two bags with him: a duffel and his computer bag.

Once he was closer, she opened the door to the stairwell for him. “I’m glad you made it. How was the flight?”

Alex pushed off the hood but left his fake glasses on. “It was on the private jet. I think I read in the papers I signed that I’m not allowed to complain about any flight I take in my own private jet.”

“A billionaire who read the rich guy manual. I didn’t think men like you existed.”

He smiled. “I missed you, Jules.”

“You too, Alex. I was glad you made it so fast. I didn’t think that you’d be able to drop everything like that.”

Alex’s smile vanished and he readjusted his bags. “It was no problem. I didn’t mind getting out of New York.”

Julie tried not to be concerned. Alex wasn’t the type to want to get away from things. “The city getting to you?”

“I wasn’t in the city. I was upstate. Don’t worry about it. I’m fine now. I’m hoping we’re not going to the top of the building.” He pointed to the stairs.

“No. We’re on the fourth floor, right next to the stairs.” She started to lead the way.

“So how is he?”

Well, considering he got laid twice today, he was doing pretty good.
“He’s pretty focused on his investigation.”

“The investigation you wouldn’t tell me about.”

“I didn’t think I should tell you over the phone. It’s personal, and I’ve been working really hard to gain his trust. Part of that means I can’t run off telling his brothers his secrets.”

“Has he seemed angry? Has he said anything about us?”

“He’s been distracted. For what it’s worth, most of his anger was focused at Walter. So I think you might be off the hook.” Julie was quiet the rest of the walk up the three flights of stairs. In all truth, she didn’t know what she could say to Alex. Besides the fact that she was already hiding things from him, Logan had never given her a clear idea of how he felt about his brothers.

But if Alex could help Logan with his search, that would go a long ways to helping Logan reconnect with his family. Once they reached the fourth floor, she checked to make sure there was no one there before she waved Alex in. Then it was only a few quick steps to the hotel room door. She knocked softly before she inserted the key—her little warning to Logan that they were there.

“Here we go.” She held the door for Alex. Unlike the suite they’d had across the street, there were no other rooms for Logan to hide out in, so he was on the bed, turning off the TV as Alex walked in.

Both of the brothers were silent for a moment, and Julie could feel the tension in the room.

“Logan,” said Alex finally with a nod.

Logan stood. “Alex,” he responded.

“Well, don’t all start talking at once,” muttered Julie. Both men turned to look at her, and she was starting to think that staying quiet would’ve been the better option. “I can leave you two alone and give you some privacy.”

Alex nodded even as Logan shook his head. “Stay here,” he said. “You already know all of our deepest, darkest secrets. Doesn’t she, Alex?”

Julie walked over to Logan’s side of the room and decided not to comment on his last remark. She knew a fair amount about the Farrells, but she was willing to bet no one knew all the skeletons in their closets.

“So...” said Alex. “Julie said you needed help.”

“I want access to the resources of the company like I’m entitled,” clarified Logan.

Oh yeah, this was going to go great.
“Tell him about the people trying to kill you,” said Julie.

Alex perked up at that. “There are people trying to kill you?”

“They tried to kill me years ago. They tried to kill Julie a few days ago. That’s what we should be worried about.”

“Whoa, whoa.” Alex turned his attention to Julie. “Someone tried to kill you? Why didn’t you tell me about this right away?”

“He wasn’t trying to kill me. I just got in the way of him following Logan.”

Alex was noticeably
not
calmed by the statement. “Tell me everything. Start from the beginning.”

Julie remained silent while Logan went through the details. From what happened to him while in prison to his search for Alecia, the man who had strangled Julie, and the email they’d received from Alecia with photos of all the interactions between Willis and his mysterious benefactor.

Afterward, Alex leaned back against the dresser. “Fuck,” was all he said. “You’re convinced it was one of the guys behind Qulex who hired Willis?”

Logan shrugged. “They have the most motive.” He left out the fact that the brothers had ever been a suspect. “Not to mention that they all had the means. Julie mentioned that we might be able to see if any deposits around the time of Willis’s attack correlated to any of them.”

“And we can run a search on the email address that was used to communicate with Willis,” said Julie. “At this point, everything is a long shot, but it’s worth a look.”

Alex nodded. “You’re right. We can take care of all that. In New York.”

Julie could see the tension creep back into Logan. “What?”

“We can’t stay. It’s a big city, but there’s too much media presence on their way here. Come home. We have all the resources we need there, and everyone from Qulex is still in or around the city. I can have the jet ready to leave in an hour.”

The jet? Like, private jet?
Julie tried not to get her hopes up and focused on the present.

Especially considering Logan wasn’t sold on the idea of leaving. “I can’t leave. I just got here.”

“Willis wasn’t even living there. You were in a prison right outside of New York. If you want to figure this out, we need to go home.”

Logan shook his head before he strode past Alex and out of the room. Alex started to follow, but Julie stopped him. “I’ll talk to him. Stay here.”

Julie rushed out the door and looked both ways but didn’t see Logan. She’d made it out quick enough that he wouldn’t have had time to make it to the elevators. That meant he went to the stairwell. After she pushed the door open, she saw him standing on the landing right out of reach of the door. “Lucky the door didn’t hit you on the ass,” she muttered as she shut it behind her.

The corner of his mouth hooked up but never formed into a full smile.

“Talk to me, Farrell. What’s on your mind?”

“You never call me that,” he said. “You always call me Logan.”

She wrapped her arms around herself. “I didn’t realize—”

“You’re distancing yourself. I don’t need to be a shrink to read between the lines there. Alex is here and you’re going to be all cool and professional now.”

“I’m still your friend, Logan. If you have any concerns, tell me. Whatever you say will stay between the two of us.” He scoffed, but she wasn’t having any of that. “Have I ever told any of your secrets to anyone?”

“No. You’ve been a hundred percent trustworthy,” he said sarcastically.

“You can doubt my methods, but you know everything I did was to help you.”

“And I’m still waiting for that apology.”

“You’re not going to get it. And if I ever do apologize for something I feel utterly remorseless for, that’s when you should be scared. Now are you going to tell me why you want to stay in Denver or not?”

He clenched his jaw, and she could practically see him debating whether he should just walk down those stairs and leave her. Finally he spoke. “I haven’t been to the city since my sentencing. I was a different man back then. I don’t know who they want to come back, but I’m not their brother anymore, Julie. I can’t be.”

Julie felt like such an idiot. She’d never even considered that Logan would be hesitant to go back home. It seemed like Prison Release 101, but he was so self-assured with everything he did. “I hate to break it to you, but ten years is a long time. Yes, you’ve changed. But your brothers aren’t the same guys they were either. And, considering none of them were stand-up guys to begin with, I don’t think anyone can take the moral high ground here. You’re different. They’re different. You’ll figure it out.”