LOGINBOOK 2 after “Claimed by My Brother’s Best Friends TW: Dark Romance. BDSM. MF. FF. MFF. MM. MMMF. After years of fantasizing about her best friend’s hot, untouchable brother—the ruthless president of the Crimson Reapers MC—Ashley Johnson finally gets her chance. Gray’s wife walks out, leaving him shattered with nothing but rumors of a pregnancy she may or may not have faked. Gray is struggling, drowning in ghosts of the past, but Ashley is more than willing to distract him—with her body, her loyalty, and threesomes at sex clubs that push every limit he’s been afraid to cross. But when Christine storms back into town nine months later—with Gray’s four-month-old son in her arms—the game changes. Will Ashley step aside and let Gray rebuild his family? Or will she fight for him with everything she has… even if it means sharing the man she swore would one day be hers? Sharing My Best Friend’s Brother by Destiny B. Is a streamy, dark MC romance full of betrayal, obsession, and a love too wild to cage.
View MoreGrayson For a few minutes, I don't say a damn thing.I just hold her. Feel the way she's curled against me. The stiffness still locked in her shoulders.The hesitation she hasn't quite let go of yet. And fuck, that might be the hardest part of all this.Knowing I helped put it there. Not intentionally. Doesn't make a damn bit of difference. Pain doesn't care why it showed up—only that it did. My hand drifts up and down her back in slow passes, the motion settling something restless inside me. A familiar itch crawls through my chest anyway. Part of me wants to get up and dig through my nightstand for the licorice I keep stashed in there. Something to keep my hands busy while I figure out how the hell to say what needs saying. Instead, I stay right where I am. Keep my arms around her. Keep her right where she is. Right where she's meant to be. Because as uncomfortable as this conversation's about to get, holding her like this reminds me of something important. I don't ne
GraysonI told myself I wasn't gonna be pissed when she got home.Really fuckin' told myself that.Leaned against my bike for damn near an hour, repeating it like some kind of mantra while I waited for Luther's SUV to pull into the driveway.Stay calm. Hear her out. Don't lose your shit. It sounded simple enough.Except every minute made it harder. First came the unanswered texts.Then the calls went straight to voicemail.Then War's message: Your woman's fuckin' wasted.The words have been sitting on my chest like a splinter ever since. Because now I know exactly why she went out tonight.And it wasn't for fun.Wasn't for a girls' night.Wasn't because she felt like dancing. She went out because something got inside that beautiful head of hers and convinced her she couldn't bring it to me. My jaw clenches so hard it aches.Fuck.Maybe that's the part that hurts the most.Not the drinking.Not her turning off her phone.Not even the fact she probably had half the club watching
AshleyThe car ride to Gray's—or I guess our house now—is oddly sobering.Not because the alcohol magically disappears from my bloodstream or something. Trust me, the tequila is still tequila-ing real hard. But somewhere between dropping Chelsea off and watching Alyssa sneak into her house like she's trying not to wake up her entire damn family, the chaos in my head starts settling into something quieter.Heavier.The kind of silence that creeps in after the music stops and suddenly you're left alone with every thought you've been trying to drown all night. Luther keeps glancing at me through the rearview mirror like he's debating whether I'm gonna bite his head off again if he breathes too loud. Honestly? Valid concern.I spent half the night treating that poor man like he personally forged Gray's wedding ring with his bare hands and delivered it straight from the pits of hell. My cheek presses against the cool window as streetlights streak past outside in blurry smears of gold
(Song: "Eyes On Me" by gonedark & Daniix)LoganWar's eyes track them all the way to the back door. Alyssa.Ashley.Chelsea.Luther follows a few steps behind while three prospects spread out wider around them, forming a moving wall designed to get them safely to the car. To keep them safe.The second Gray said they'd be here tonight, I felt it. That spark.That sharp fucking rush that slithers under my skin every time she's near. Like an addict catching the scent of their next hit. And we both know what happens if that feeling gets even an inch of room to breathe. Trouble.That's why War's been locking me down harder lately. More pressure.More walls.More distance between the things I want and the things he's decided we're allowed to have. War doesn't look away as Alyssa moves toward the exit. Her dark hair sways against her back with every step, loose and soft beneath the club lights. Confidence rolls off her now in quiet waves—earned through blood, grief, survival, and fi






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