Page 37 of Three Hearts Hideaway

“Don’t say anything else.” He stood and peered in the door, calling out agoodbyeto Jack. Turning back to Ava, he made a simple demand. “Get on my bike.” He knew from Sebastian’s ridiculous message that she liked to be bossed around—dominated, even—when the act was consensual.

Ava dutifully followed him to his ride without another word, and they climbed on. He took her arms and wrapped them tightly around his waist. His cock was throbbing, but he could wait.

She had to make the first move.

She had to want this, too.

He tore out of the distillery’s dirt parking lot and headed the opposite way home. The short way. No chance in hell he was taking the scenic route this time. He wanted—no, needed—to get Ava home on the off chance she wanted to explore things with him.

All he needed was a sign. One sign. One show of interest.

The bike rumbled between his legs as he raced to the bed and breakfast, itching to ignore the speed limit signs, but not willing to put Ava in any unnecessary danger.

Her arms were snug around his hips. When did she lower them? Her warmth radiated through his leather jacket and into his body. Each minute shift made him more feral.

The sensation of something skimming his jeans snared his attention. He spared a glance down and saw Ava’s hand resting on his leg.

Until now, he’d never uttered a prayer in his life. But he prayed she’d put her hand exactly where he wanted it. He begged all the gods to grant him this one thing.

Her palm slid higher on his inner thigh until it landed on his cock. She groped him through his jeans, exploring his length.

Fuck yes.

He hauled ass the rest of the way home.

Chapter Twelve

AVA

What was she doing? Ava peeled herself off of Logan’s motorcycle, discarding the helmet and jacket, and headed for the door. Logan followed behind her. What was this heat crackling in the air between them? Was it real, or nerves, or something else?

He’d been a completely different person today. A better version of himself. More open, less of a scoundrel—though he still had the same smug attitude she’d come to know this past week. But now she viewed it more as arrogant confidence than self-righteousness.

She couldn’t deny the electricity she felt the other night when he stood in the doorway watching Roman and her. Thinking she could have two men was foolish, though, wasn’t it? Even if Roman said he wouldn’t stand in their way. Logan had been nothing but a hostile version of amicable toward her until today. Yet she couldn’t help the way her pulse skyrocketed when she groped him on his motorcycle. Him in that leather jacket, ridingthe sexiest motorcycle she’d ever seen, after he admitted he wanted to fuck her? All too tempting.

Her breath quickened as he trailed behind her to the front entrance.

Making way for Logan to enter first, she stepped to the side. Instead of letting them in, Logan drew nearer, snaking his arm around her waist.

“Did you like it when I watched the other night?” His mouth was dangerously close to hers.

Her heart was beating out of her chest. “Y-yes,” she stammered. No point in lying. The exhibition she put on was proof enough that she liked it.

His arm tightened around her. “Did you like how I touched myself to the sight of you?”

Barely audible, she murmured, “Yes.”

Guiding her toward the entrance, he continued, “I think it’s only fair that you get the full experience. Roman got to have you.” He surrounded her, and threw open the door. “Now it’s my turn.”

Her head was spinning. Logan’s body against hers was making her weak in the knees.

Pushing her inside, Logan slammed the door shut and shoved her against it. His rough hands grabbed her sides, cupped her breasts, and tangled in her hair.

“Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop.”

“I…” She did want this. That was the problem. She wanted what she had with Roman, but deep down, she also wanted to explore what Logan offered. Ava sensed it would be different. Harder. Rougher. But that was madness. Nobody got to have two men. Choices needed to be made, and Logan had been nothing but a brooding asshole since she arrived. A sexy, brooding asshole, but an asshole.

“I don’t want to wreck what I have with Roman.”

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