“Well, now I’m not going to shut the fuck up about it. I love you. I love you. I love you,” I say between peppered kisses, leaning forward and flipping Logan onto her back as I hover over her. Logan laughs and yelps as I continue my sweet assault, kissing every inch of her face, neck, and chest as I say those sacred words I’ve held in for far too long.
“I love you, Eli.”
The words cause me to pause as she runs her hands through my hair.
I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of her saying that to me. I already loved the way my name sounded coming from her lips, but now with those three words in front of it...fuck, it sounds good.
“About what you said last night—” I begin, but she cuts me off.
“I want to.”
I was hoping it wasn’t just the alcohol talking last night when she told me she was ready to have sex, but I needed the confirmation, just in case.
Nodding my head, I search her face for any sign of hesitation. She doesn’t look nervous or scared at all. If anything, I’m the nervous one here. I’ve never done this before. Sure, I’ve fucked plenty of girls, but this...this is different.
She opens her bare legs as I press myself onto her. My lips find hers, and my palm dips under the hem of her shirt, gliding across her warm, soft skin. Our tongues move together as Logan wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me into her and needing me closer. I find one of her tits with my hand as Logan arches up into me.
I’m already insanely turned on thanks to our vulnerable morning and the thin fabric covering Logan’s pussy. My morning guy is standing at attention, under my sweatpants, as my hips begin to grind down into hers. My lips drag across her jaw and down her neck as Logan’s panting breaths fill the room.
It’s one of my favorite sounds, like music to my ears.
Suddenly, voices begin to echo through the hallway outside of my room, telling us that the guys from the team are beginning to wake up. Loud, obnoxious voices are ruining our moment as they talk about how hungover they are or who got laid last night.
“I got my dick sucked by two different chicks!” one of my teammates yells out, causing both Logan and I to awkwardly laugh and wince in embarrassment.
“Maybe we don’t do this here,” Logan says with a halfhearted chuckle as I drop my head to her shoulder in defeat.
“I’ll move out,” I tell her. “I’ll move out right fucking now.”
I’m only half kidding.
Realizing that we aren’t going to do this right now, I let out a heavy sigh. “Coffee?”
“Coffee,” she agrees with a nod before leaning up and kissing my lips once more.
After getting dressed, I guide Logan down the stairs, my fingers intertwined with hers, finding my brother at the dining room table as the rest of the guys begin to clean up the living room.
“Where’s Ali?” Logan asks Marc as she takes a seat across from my brother.
“Probably back at her dorm.”
I pour two cups of coffee for Logan and me. I bought her some creamer and hid it in the back of the fridge so she would have coffee she enjoys whenever she stays over here.
“When did she leave?” Logan asks as I set her morning caffeine fix in front of her. She stands from her seat so I can sit down, pulling her hips to me. Even though there are plenty of open seats at the table, she and I both know that I’d rather be sitting with her on my lap.
“I don’t know,” Marc casually says with a shrug.
Logan takes a sip of her coffee, obviously trying to bite her tongue.
“Go ahead,” Marc says. “Ask your questions.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about you guys?” Logan quickly asks.
Marc lets out a heavy sigh. “I don’t know, Logan. To be honest, when we hooked up the first time, I had no idea that you guys were going to become such good friends. Otherwise, I probably wouldn’t have done it. But I didn’t tell you when it happened because I didn’t want you to think of me differently.” He pauses for a moment. “I’ve never just had meaningless sex. I’ve always been a relationship guy, but I wanted to try the whole ‘no strings attached’ thing for once. Lauren kind of fucked me up for a while, and I wanted a casual distraction, and that’s what Ali was looking for too.”
“Marc, I would never judge you. You’re a grown man. You can do what you want. I just feel stupid for not knowing all this time,” Logan says.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I interrupt. “I tell you everything.”