Free Unknown (Hooked Book 3) by Charity Parkerson Page B

Let me see.” Logan pretended to inspect Malik’s lips for damage. “Where did he get you?”
    Malik stuck out his bottom lip.
    Without hesitating, Logan moved in and took Malik’s bottom lip between his teeth. He gently sucked, making Malik forget where they were. Logan’s tongue brushed Malik’s lip a final time before he pulled away.
    “Is that better?”
    Malik nodded, doing his best to keep his erection from growing. This was definitely not the place. Still, when he spoke, the lust in his gut showed in his voice. “For real, I didn’t instigate that.”
    Logan brushed his thumb over Malik’s bottom lip. His gorgeous eyes followed the motion. “I know. I’ve been here, watching for about ten minutes now. You should check on Ryan. I think you broke one of his ribs.”
    “I’m good,” Ryan called from behind him, sounding out of breath.
    Malik never looked away from the happiness on Logan’s face. “He’s good. Are you ready to get out of here? I need a shower first, but this place is dead today, and you could come with. You know…” He let the possibilities hang between them.
    “This is a public place,” Logan said, blushing. His horror caused a dark chuckle to fall from Malik’s lips as dirty images filled his head. Logan might blush, but Malik knew him. There was nothing Malik couldn’t convince him to do.
    “That didn’t stop you when we were—”
    “Shhh,” Logan said, covering Malik’s mouth with his hand, attempting to cut off his words. Malik mumbled around it, trying his damnedest to make Logan laugh. Triumph raced through his veins as Logan’s cheeks reddened once more and a horrified-sounding chuckle escaped. Malik kissed Logan’s palm, and the laughter died.
    “You should get a shower,” Logan said, eyeing Malik with open hunger.
    “That’s an awesome idea,” Malik agreed, ducking beneath the ropes and pulling off his gloves.
    “So, same time tomorrow?” Ryan called out behind them, and Malik flipped him off over his shoulder. The dude was lucky Logan was awesome and forgiving or Malik might’ve been forced to kill him.
    *
    Only because Ryan obviously didn’t mean it, Logan let himself quiver inside. That kiss had been kind of hot. Naturally, Malik belonged to him and he’d never stand by and let Ryan have him, but Malik’s reaction—fucking sexy. He’d immediately turned greedy, selfish of his personal space, because it belonged to Logan. That was enough to fire any man’s blood. As it was, Logan was having a damn hard time not staring at Malik as they walked hand in hand to the locker room. Bare from the waist up, Malik’s muscles gleamed with sweat, making the light glisten from them as they moved in time with his every step. Logan wanted him—hard and controlling Logan with his body. Malik was a work of art. How could anyone resist? Logan wasn’t surprised in the least that Ryan had tried moving in. Anyone with half a brain cell and a shot would take it. It was empowering, knowing Malik couldn’t be stolen. Logan didn’t know what he possessed that kept Malik hooked, but he thanked God for it every day.
    Malik pulled his gym bag from his locker without giving up Logan’s hand. Logan let the man tug him toward the showers, even though he had no intention of being dragged in. Each shower stall had two sets of curtains. One opened, revealing a small private changing area and the other curtain. That curtain then opened to a shower behind the changing area. Logan stepped into the changing room, still determined he wouldn’t breach that shower area. Malik hung his bag on the hook and slid the curtain closed behind them. Logan leaned against the wall, intending to watch as Malik stripped and stepped through the second curtain. Malik dragged his shorts down his hips, ensuring Logan got his show. His smile said he knew exactly how much he tortured Logan. Logan’s mouth watered. He loved Malik’s hard body, and he was hard—everywhere. Reaching behind the second