Page 91 of Finding Delaware

Logan huffs in annoyance. “But who would you be fucking?”

“Huckslee.”

All three of us raise our heads off the bed in unison.

“What?”

“M-me?”

“Why the hell would you be fucking Huckslee?” I squint over at where she lays with her eyes still closed, lips pursed as she tries to fight a smile.

“Because he’s the only one in this bed I haven’t dated. Can I sleep now?”

I guess that’s fair.

“Well, Huckslee’s not fuckingme,” Logan grumbles, laying his head back down, and Huck groans as he runs a hand over his red face.

“Oh my God, stop this.”

Snickering, I snuggle into Logan. “I’ll fuck you, princess.”

“That would mean that Huckslee has to fuckyou,” Salem grunts.

My eyes snap to Huck as everything goes still. When our gazes lock, it feels like the breath is knocked out of my lungs at the heat that flashes across his features before he schools his expression. Warmth pools in my lower stomach, tingling up my spine at the thought of Huckslee above me, inside me, pounding into me, owning me…

“This scenario is fucking stupid.” I flip over onto my sore shoulder, deciding I’d rather deal with the pain than the embarrassment of my hard cock touching Logan’s back.

“You started it, dumbass.”

Yeah, I did.

And now it’ll be near impossible for me to get it out of my head.

Huckslee

Sleeping in a bed with three other people isn’t as unpleasant as I initially thought.

Even when I wake up to Salem’s hot morning breath on the side of my neck and Logan’s leg tossed over us, it feels oddly...nice. Safe, I guess. Despite all the shit that happened last night, it was the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a long time. Even the sight of Taylor on his back with his hand resting on Logan’s hip doesn’t piss me off. It feels like we were all going through our own things last night and just needed comfort or something. Knowledge that we aren’t alone. I’ll be honest; it’s a weird bubble I don’t want to leave, but it pops the minute Taylor’s chest moves as he wakes and turns toward me. Like he sensed my alertness.

Fixing my face into a scowl, I watch as he flashes me a sleepy grin and stretches, the hem of his shirt—Tweety Bird flipping two middle fingers–riding up to showcase his completely lickable abs. He moans into the stretch, the soundbolting through my cock, and I have to shove Logan’s leg off before he feels it jerk against him.

And now everyone’s awake.

Nice going, Taylor.

I glare at him as Salem pulls away from me, rubbing her eyes. “Sorry. You’re like a space heater. So warm.”

“I know, it’s okay.”

Logan tightens his hold on her, grumbling and unwilling to get up. He’s never been a morning person.

On the other hand, Taylor springs to his feet with a chuckle, his dark hair adorably sticking up in the back where it flattened against the pillow. “Mornin'!”

Those bright blue-green eyes slide over to me, and I can’t help but remember the way they looked last night when they darkened after Salem joked about me fucking him. How they glazed with interest as if he actually imagined it. Just like I did. The way he’d look, bent over for me, the sounds he’d make…

And now I’m hard. Great.

“What’s for breakfast?” Salem extricates herself from Logan’s hold, kissing his forehead before reaching up to tighten the messy bun on her head.

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