Page 170 of Becoming Selfish

“It kind of liked it. Got my endorphins going. You know what else would get my endorphins going?” A smirk slides across my mouth as my hands conveniently find her ass.

“Oh, you’re ready to lose your bet already?” Logan leans her sweaty body into mine, knowing exactly what she’s doing to me.

“We said no sex in my parents’ house. We aren’t in my parents’ house. We’re on their front porch,” I smugly remind her.

“No, we said first one to cave this weekend loses. We didn’t say anything about the location.”

I throw my head back in frustration. “Remind me why we are doing this stupid bet?”

“It was your idea.”

I don’t know why I would make that bet with her. I regretted it about five minutes in when Logan changed right in front of me, slowly peeling off layer by layer and absolutely torturing me. Do you know how hard it is to sleep next to your half-naked girlfriend and keep your hands to yourself? I swear I had a hard-on all night.

With my arms still draped around her, Logan turns around in my embrace, bending over to scratch Max’s head, allowing her ass to rub right up against my dick. “Oops,” she says over her shoulder, turning to look at me with a sneaky little grin. “My bad.”

“Good run, Maxy boy.” She opens the front door for him, leaving me without the much-needed friction of her body on mine. Turning around, she shoots me a sweet innocent smile, absolutely killing me.

“Oh, that’s how we’re gonna play this?” I ask her with amusement, adjusting myself before walking into my parents’ home. “It’s on, baby.”

The smell of cinnamon, bacon, and fresh coffee fills my nostrils as we walk inside the noisy house. Logan and I fell asleep before the cousins got into town last night, and we left for our run before anyone was awake, but from the sound of it, she’s about to meet everyone.

“You guys went for a run?” Marc asks, still in his pajamas, as we bump into him at the base of the stairs. “You guys are so fucking weird,” he adds, shaking his head, before walking ahead of us into the kitchen, straight to the coffee pot.

As soon as Logan and I walk into the kitchen, the room quiets. My cousins and aunts are all standing around the island, breakfast and coffee sitting ready in the center of it. Every single set of eyes turns to look at us in the entryway, wearing our workout clothes and covered in drying sweat.

Mary’s face is the first I spot, beaming with excitement as she brings her coffee cup to her lips, trying to hide her smile.

“Uh, hey everyone,” I say to my family. “This is Logan.” I motion towards my girl, keeping my other hand on her lower back.

I’m pretty sure my two aunts are about to explode with joy, seeing another woman in this house, as they look back and forth between each other, us, then to my stepmom.

“Logan, this is Gavin, Gabe, and Garrett.” I point to my three older cousins standing on one side of the island. “And that’s Sam and Scotty,” I add, motioning towards the twins. “And Aunt Molly and Aunt Grace.”

“Nice to meet you all,” Logan says with a sweet smile and a shy wave as the family all greets her with hellos. Or in Garrett and Sam’s cases, wide eyes and gaping mouths.

“No Liam this year?” I ask Gabe, wondering where his fiancé is.

“I’m pretty sure his mother would kill me if I stole him for another Thanksgiving, and this is his last one before he’s officially a Jones, so no, not this year. He’ll be here for Christmas, though.”

I grab a couple of water bottles from the fridge for Logan and me, and thankfully, most everyone goes back to minding their own business now that introductions are out of the way.

“Where’s Uncle Drew and Tommy?” I ask Mary.

“They’re out setting up for the football game later, and your dad is around somewhere.”

I pour Logan and myself each a coffee, using the festive mugs that Mary put out on the counter. Everything is orange and brown with turkeys or leaves on it. Mary loves a theme. I’ve known this since I was three.

I open the fridge, looking for creamer, hoping that Mary bought the one I told her Logan likes. Not only is there one bottle, but there’s two.

“Thanks, baby,” Logan says when I set her hot coffee in front of her. “Mary, can I help you with anything?”

“I think we are set for now, but maybe later?” Mary’s eyes are bright and excited, thrilled to have another woman in the house. And I know she doesn’t need help. She and my aunts never let anyone in the kitchen on Thanksgiving, but I also know that Mary will do just about anything to spend time with my girlfriend.

“Morning, everyone!” my dad booms as he walks into the crowded kitchen, grabbing a slice of bacon from the island. “Logan, how bad did you smoke EJ?”

“You don’t even want to know,” she teases, shaking her head.

“That’s our girl.” He pounds his fist with hers before kissing my stepmom on the cheek.

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