Page 56 of Hot Saltwater Kisses

Dammit, Logan.

I struggled to remember why this was a bad idea. “I’m working.”

“You’re always working.” He sounded more pensive than reproachful, and it bypassed my knee-jerk, harsh reply of,‘Well, some of us have to.’His hand was still clasped around my wrist.

“Well,” I began, too soft, and I wasn’t even sure what I would have said next when Kyle tugged Logan right in against his shoulder.

“Logan.Logan.” Kyle’s lips were too damn close to the corner ofLogan’s mouth. “Remember when Kira hosted that Christmas party and we got so smashed you puked into a trash can and I pushed you into a fountain so you’d sober up?”

Logan snorted out a laugh and dropped his hand, attention swiveling from me to Kyle. “Tequila,” he agreed, like it was some kind of secret code.

I didn’t get it. I had no fucking clue who Kira was either because it was all part of Logan’s other life, hisreallifethat happened without me. Also,also, Tom was a traitor who simply watched the whole thing with an amused raise of his eyebrows, all while Logan and Kyle cracked up in their stupid private bubble. No trespassing.

Then Kyle curved a hand around the nape of Logan’s neck.

My vision dipped and swayed for a moment because it didn’t make sense. How—what—? Blunt fingernails and someone else touching Logan like that,why?

Kyle.

Kyletouching Logan like that.

And Logan letting him.

A sick weight rolled up behind my sternum. Felt like I was about to throw up. Maybe the tuna sandwich I’d had for dinner.

I tossed the menus on the table and barely recognized my own voice, vaguely proud I managed to form words at all. “I’ll leave these with you. So you can make up your mind about what you want.”

Logan broke away from Kyle’s hold. “Milo,” he said, half-rising from the seat like he’d finally registered that something was off, and oh,nowhe remembered I existed?

I was moving before I could think. Ignored a table signaling for the check, passed Frankie behind the bar and told him I was taking five, then shoved my way past the bathrooms and into the employees-only section.

Logan caught up just as I was about to head out the back exit. He grabbed my arm and I shook him off, banged my way into the outdoor space reserved for staff breaks. Almond trees and oleander peered over the high wooden walls that enclosed the area, a nakedlight bulb shedding brightness, soggy cigarette butts swimming in a saucer on the floor. My stomach roiled at the sight.

“What’s wrong?” Logan sounded confused, and God, the fuckingnerve.

I whirled around and reached out, dragged him over the threshold before I kicked the door shut behind him. He stumbled into me, hands on my shoulders.

“Milo, what?—?”

He didn’t get to finish his question. I shoved him hard against the wall of the building and swallowed his surprised gasp—forced his mouth open to taste rum and coconut, thought about Kyle’s hands on Logan’s body and bit at the upper curve of Logan’s lip, sting of teeth that made him grunt and slide down a little, breath a soft whoosh of air.

“Hey. Milo, hey.” Soft and surprised, but there was a whole different message in how he tilted his head so I could suck on his throat, sure to leave a bruise. “Is this—” A gasp. “Just,here?”

“I’m on break.” Not really an answer. Fuck it. I kissed him again and tugged at his belt buckle. He arched off the wall only for me to push him back. The weight of my body caging him in. I dragged the zipper down to skim my knuckles along the hardening line of his cock, cotton of his boxers soft under my fingers.Mine.

“Okay. Yeah,God.” Logan swallowed harshly, and with my mouth back on his throat, I felt the movement. He shifted so his jeans came down a little and hung open off his hips, almost-hard cock tenting the hem of his shirt. I unbuttoned it enough to fling it out of the way, then slid down his body—nose dragging over the bumps of his abs and the coarse hair that started at his navel, a neatly trimmed path for me to follow.

Somewhere on the other side of the wooden wall, a cell phone tinkled with a notification. Must be on the service trail winding along the back of the building. I paused to listen, hands curved around Logan’s waist to hold him still, my knees just shy of hitting the concrete ground.

“Hey,” Logan whispered. “You sure? What if?—?”

I shushed him and grabbed at his boxers. He fell quiet, slouching a little as he spread his thighs for better access—like this was for me, giving me just what I needed even though it was stupid and risky, and something in me cracked open at that.Kyledid not get to have this.

The chirp of another phone notification was followed by footsteps, barely louder than the faint wisp of music from the bar. Receding. Good. I kneeled and buried my face between Logan’s thighs, inhaled and was hit by a random flash of mildly hysterical gratitude that they had us wearing dark jeans here.At your service, sir. Oh, it’s my pleasure.

Logan’s fingers tangled in my hair, lightly caressing. I tipped my head back for our gazes to meet. He still looked a hint confused but turned on as well, liquid heat in his eyes, the flush on his cheeks from more than just alcohol. His cock was fully hard now, and I circled the base in a loose hold. “You want this?”

“Jesus, Milo.Yes.”

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