Sweetest Taste of Sin (Southern Sin) Read Free Page A

family-owned and operated sugarcane plantations in the state. It was a great legacy to pass along, just like the Guillory’s store. Sugar Downs and Guillory’s were cornerstones of St. Martin Parish and one day, if things went the way Ant suspected they would, both businesses would belong to Logan and J.B.’s kids.
    His heart ached at the thought. Not about losing his family’s inheritance, because he’d always be a part of that, as would any kids he’d have. No, his heart ached because Logan’s kids would be from J.B., not him. Never him. It was a bitter fucking pill to swallow for a man who’d spent his whole life going after everything he wanted, except when it mattered the most.
    “I thought you were makin’ breakfast,” his brother said , as he entered the kitchen behind Logan, patting her ass to get her moving. Ant could see their reflection in the window and it was almost like seeing himself with her, his twin a decent stand-in. But it wasn’t the same. “I gotta drive Logan to work and then I’m going to Cobb’s place to pick up those parts we ordered last week.”
    Ant tracked Logan as she moved to the coffeepot, the way she leaned into J.B.’s side, the soft smile she tilted at his brother. Beautiful. Not in -your-face beautiful, the way some of the women Ant had been with were, but gorgeous in her own right. All that hair, thick and golden when it was dry, made him want to bury his hands in it and hold tight as he fucked her hard and fast. She was round and soft, her tits full, her ass more than a handful. Her sister Devon was considered the beauty of the family, and had the pageant titles to prove it, but Ant would pick Logan over the skinnier Devon every fucking day of the week.
    He sipped his coffee and lowered the mug before turning back around. “You’re also supposed to go to Lafayette this afternoon to meet with Pollock about the land we’re thinkin’ about buyin’,” he reminded J.B., even though he suspected his brother had already made plans with Logan.
    “Shit.” J.B.’s growl was frustration and regret, his face showing both as he looked at his woman. “I forgot. And Pollock’s gonna want to bullshit , which could take hours. I’m sorry, baby.”
    Yeah, J.B. was fucking gone for Logan. He’d always called Emily “dear” or “darling”, like some pansy-ass. But it only showed what J.B.’d had with his wife was more habit from being together so long than the kind of love he had for Logan. He’d tried to be what Emily wanted, changing himself for her and becoming more like a stranger and less like the brother Ant had known, until J.B. finally realized what his wife was doing to him. Thank god that shit was over and he had a woman who was sweet to him, good and understanding.
    Of course she smiled at him lovingly , and that ache set up in Ant’s chest again. “That’s okay. I’ll just bunk at home tonight in case you don’t get back in time, or you can just meet me there when you’re done.” Completely unlike Emily, who would have raged to have her plans altered, Logan accepted it and rearranged her own schedule.
    But J.B. was already shaking his head. “Hell no, just come by here when you’re done, even if I’m not back yet. I want you in my bed tonight.” J.B. dipped his head to whisper in her ear, “Not missin’ the results of a Guillory girls’ night out.” Logan laughed softly, a sound J.B. echoed, the intimacy hard for Ant to bear. Then J.B, glanced at Ant. “You don’t mind, do you?”
    Yes he fucking minded. Being alone in the house with Logan… It would be like holding a bottle of water over a man dying of thirst. The temptation would be impossible to resist, but he’d have to. So, like a stupid fucker, a glutton for punishment, he nodded and did his best to ignore the way Logan’s face pinched with uncertainty. It might be easy to resist her if she kept looking at him as though she hated him. Yeah, that’d do the trick.
    So he did what he