Page 107 of Becoming Selfish

I press my hardening package against her ass, trying to tempt her into letting me touch her.

“I’m gross right now,” she whines.

“There’s nothing gross about you.” I gently suck at the skin of her neck.

She pulls my fingers out from her waistband as she turns around to face me.

“I’ll be quick,” she says, referencing the shower.

“Me too.” I cup her ass cheeks and pull her into my hardening bulge, referencing something other than a shower.

She just laughs at me while shaking her head.

“Towels are in the cabinet next to the sink.” I squeeze her ass one more time as I kiss her lips. “Make sure you lock the door. Too many pervs in this house.”

“Tell me about it,” she says as she playfully nods in my direction. She grabs her toiletries and heads to the bathroom across the hall, where we met for the first time.

I leave my door open so that I can keep an eye on the bathroom door. There are too many guys who live in this house, and Patrick being home is reason enough to keep my gaze glued to that door.

Slipping off my shirt and shorts, I throw them in the hamper, so I can jump in the shower when Logan is done. As I continue to glance towards the bathroom, I quickly tidy up my room. There’s not much to clean because I usually keep my place somewhat organized, but I want it to be perfect for her. I throw the few things sitting on my nightstand into the drawer below it. It’s funny because you’d assume I would maybe hide the condoms in my top drawer, but there aren’t any in there. That’s because I’ve never had sex in this room. I’ve never even had a girl in this room besides the night Logan slept here when we first met, but I’ve definitely never hooked up with someone in my bed before.

My phone dings on my dresser, and I quickly glance towards the bathroom door to check on Logan before reading my incoming text.

L: I forgot my clothes. Can you bring them to me?

I’m picturing her naked body in my bathroom just feet away from me as I glance down to the folded pile of clothes she had made on my bed. I pick them up, piece by piece, as I examine what she’s planning to sleep in. First is a pair of cozy looking pants, and the next is an oversized sweatshirt. But below those is a little pair of silky black panties. Fuck. Is she going to wear these tonight? I hold them up to check them out. They’re teeny-tiny and practically see-through. I’ve felt Logan’s ass in my hands and on my dick. There’s no way it’s going to fit in these.

I grab her panties but leave the rest of the bulky sleepwear on the bed as I look through my drawers. I pull out one of my hockey T-shirts that I know will be plenty big because then, she won’t need to wear any pants.

I gently knock on the bathroom door. “Baby, it’s me.”

Logan cracks the door ajar, and my lips literally part open at the sight of her. She’s wrapped in a towel with her hair dripping wet. I’ve seen her like this before when we were in her room, but the view will never get old to me.

My briefs begin to tighten just from looking at her while her eyes drag down my body, following every crevice of muscle, her pupils dilating when they land on my growing package.

When I’m looking at her, I can almost see perfectly down the towel wrapped around her body. Hooking my pointer finger around the top of it, I pull it a few inches away from her chest, giving myself a better visual.

“Hey!” she playfully scolds.

“What? You’re the only one who can look?” My grin is all arrogance.

I hand her the clothes I brought her, and she looks at them with skepticism.

“No pants?”

“You don’t need them,” I tell her with a smirk.

She rolls her eyes at me, but I know that she loves my boldness.

“Thank you.” She closes the door to change.

I lean on the wall across from the bathroom, waiting for her to emerge so that I can take my turn in the shower, and when she does open the door, I can’t help but smile.

She looks so fucking cute, drowning in my shirt with her bare legs. Her hair is wrapped up in a towel sitting on top of her head. I’ve seen my stepmom do this with her hair after a shower before, but seeing my girl like this while wearing my shirt and coming out of my bathroom—it’s my new favorite visual.

“You gonna shower?” Logan asks, eyeing my body up and down.

“Yeah, you gonna join?” I arrogantly question as I lean down and brush my lips against hers, knowing she won’t but wishing that she would.

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