Page 57 of Hot Saltwater Kisses

“Good.” I sank down in one go—no finesse, just fitting as much of him into my mouth as I could and gagging slightly as he hit the back of my throat. He made a strangled noise, half groan and half sigh. His ass twitched away from the wall and I shoved him back, my thumbs digging into the soft dents next to his hip bones. It didn’t keep him from moving in tiny, aborted thrusts, staring at me with one hand flat against the wall and the other tracing the scarf around my throat. Barest scrape of nails on my skin.

I closed my eyes and inhaled, dark and earthy and delicious, God. Moments or a minute, time elastic as we stayed like that, my mouth stuffed so full it was almost too much and I still wanted more. I bent my head and sucked him down, down, didn’t stop until I hit the circle of my fingers.

“Fuck.” The word seemed ripped from him, muttered like an incantation. Yes. No one else should get to hear him like this, ever. I hadn’t had a drop all night and felt drunk anyway, jealousy swirling through my blood like heady wine.

Blindly, I unzipped my pants and wedged a hand down my boxers, jerked myself off rough and hard in time with my mouth onhim. Fast and sloppy, a hint of teeth. His hips stuttered, fighting to get closer. I let go of his cock, reached around to feel the pull of muscle, and pushed a spit-slick finger into him—just the tip, just enough that he’d remember. Tight heat and Logan twisting back into it like he wanted more, breath collapsing around a soft, high moan.

I wanted him like air and water, bruise him up and hold him close,mine mine mine. Aching with something I couldn’t name. Thick, wet glide of his cock on my tongue, dark heat that wound all the way to the base of my spine. He curled over me, panting, his fingernails scrabbling along the arch of my neck. “Gonna,” he muttered, gravel in his voice. “Milo.”

I pulled back a little, mouth wrapped around just the tip of his cock, and jacked him off with jerky pulls. An ocean in his eyes. I’d be embarrassed how much I needed this, needed him, but it was damn near impossible tothinkwith blood rushing in my ears and the crushing swell of release pulling at me.

He came slippery and hot, clutching at me with frantic fingers—tracing frayed arches along my shoulders, kneading muscle. I swallowed, my breath reduced to punchy little gasps. Bright spots in my eyes each time I squeezed my cock.

Then Logan hauled me up and against him, knocked away my hand and replaced it with his own. Words like bittersweet confessions, floating on the surface of my mind, sinking back into oblivion. I dropped my head against his neck and lapped up a bead of sweat, his skin stretched thin and vulnerable here, and I let my teeth skate along the tendon. Hoped there’d be marks tomorrow.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Logan whispered. A jarring contrast to my frantic pulse, heart hammering against my ribs. If anyone walked up, I wouldn’t notice, world narrowed to the sly twist of Logan’s fingers on me. Clever swipe of the thumb, and that was it, I wasdone. Release like a beautiful wave, towering high then pulling me under.

For a moment, all I could do was breathe.

Breathe.

I dragged Logan in, sweaty foreheads and shared exhalations. Mymouth skidded wetly over his chin as he slipped his hand out of my pants and puffed out a groaning laugh. “Didn’t think this through.”

Words. Right.

“Problem?” I mumbled.

“Nah.” He twisted past me, plucked a leaf off a bush, and wiped off his hand. Smart boy. I got another leaf when he dropped the first and helped him clean his fingers some more. Almostnormal—normal but for the pulse still stuttering in my throat, something strange and heavy folded around the curve of my spine. I stepped back to look at him.

Slumped against the wall, his face soft and lips parted as he watched me through half-lidded eyes. A smile was caught around his expressive mouth. So fucking gorgeous, and God, I was stupidly, irrevocably in love with him.

In...

In love.

I was in love with him.

It pressed in on me, the sudden weight around my chest like an iron band. I needed to... needed tomoveand pushed away from him, took a step towards the exit. Logan caught me with an arm around my middle, pulling me back into his body almost roughly.

“Okay, hey,stop.” His voice was quiet and serious, lips against the back of my neck. “Talk to me.”

No. I struggled faintly only for Logan’s arm to tighten.

“Come on, Milo.” Almost soothing. “Not that I’m complaining, but what brought this on?”

Oh, what the hell.

“Kyle,” I spat.

“Kyle?” Logan sounded completely sober now. “What—did he say something?”

I twisted against Logan’s hold so I could look at him. “He’s touching you. All the fuckingtime.”

Logan’s eyes cleared, a smile twitching around his lips. Right, sure, because this was funny. Fuck him. I tried to shake him off andhe held on, walked me back against the same wall I’d pinned him to before. “Kyle,” he said quietly, “isstraight.”

No fucking way.

I scoffed, breath catching in my throat, and kept all inflection out of my voice. “And you’re sure about that.”

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