Page 17 of My Ex-Best Friends

“I thought Colt would hurt you when he took your virginity that night, little bunny, but you were so fucking wet and ready that you took all three of us and begged for us to keep going. I’ve stroked my dick thousands of times since that night thinking about the feel of your tight little pussy coming around my fingers and then my dick. You took us like you were born to, like you were made to be our special little slut.” He ripped his hand out of my jeans just to yank them down my thighs so he’d have more room when he thrust back into me. Fucking me hard and fast, he held my gaze. “Did you think of me when you let other men touch you?”

My orgasm built fast and I screamed his name when he slowed his fingers, demanding an answer. I didn’t want to tell him but he continued to shift his fingers away from where I needed them. I was lost and desperate. “Yes! Yes, I thought of you! I closed my eyes and imagined it was one of you touching me. It was never the same. My first time wasn’t supposed to be the best time! You ruined me. You ruined me for any other man and I hated you for it.”

He swallowed my scream as he slammed his fingers in and out of me again. His thumb curled over my clit and he forced me through an orgasm so intense that my body tightened in on itself until it hurt. Still, he kept fucking me. When I could only make pathetic mewling sounds, he slowed his fingers and raked his teeth over my jaw and to my ear. “Good girl. Good ruined littlegirl with her perfect pussy that only drips for the men she ran scared from. Now what? Are you going to run again?”

I wasn’t sure I could lift my arm, much less run.

“I want to fuck you so hard that you can’t move, little bunny. The idea of you running again makes me want to tie you up and keep you so thoroughly fucked and pumped full of my come that you can’t even think of leaving. Do you get that? That’s what you fucking did to me. I ruined your pussy but you ruined my entire fucking life.” Pulling his fingers free, he hovered over me and let me watch him suck them clean. “Am I taking you to your mom’s house or back to mine?”

He wanted me to think or speak after the filthy things he’d just said and done to me? My brain was mush. My body was mush. “Um…”

A smile softened his face before he climbed out of the truck and tugged me to the edge of the seat. “Think about it while you fix your clothes and I finish my dinner.”

15

***Brooke***

“Your house.” Maybe I was making a massive mistake but I couldn’t imagine walking away from Logan after what we’d just done and said. Still, I tried to be logical. “I’m supposed to be making good, smart decisions about men.”

He didn’t answer until he was parked in front of his house. Reaching over, he gripped the back of my neck and squeezed. “I’ve always been the good, smart decision. Maybe not for anyone else in the world, but for you, little bunny, always. This shit between us is different and you know it.”

I couldn’t hold his gaze. Looking down at my hands, I shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Have you ever?” He smirked when I shot him a scowl. “Come on, little bunny. You look dead on your feet. Go up and soak in the tub before going to sleep. If not, you’re going to be walking funny tomorrow.”

I blushed. “Shut up.”

“Actually, you’re already walking pretty funny.” His chest puffed up as he made his way around the front of the truck. “You’re out of practice, little bunny.”

I snorted but took my time climbing the porch steps. “Just what a woman wants to hear after letting a man finger her in the back of his truck. That she’s out of practice.”

He suddenly gripped my neck and turned me around to face him. I was a few steps higher than him so we were eye to eye. “That comment had nothing to do with your performance and you know it.”

“What performance? I just laid there like a dead fish.” I shuddered and looked away. I’d said too much. That was something Finn had thrown at me more than a few times. It was also a thought that had flickered through my head like a flash bomb when I’d caught him cheating. Meredith hadn’t just been lying there.

Something dark flashed in Logan’s eyes and he moved up a step so he was towering over me again. “I just watched your body roll and gyrate as you chased your orgasm, little bunny. Nothing dead fish about it. Nothing dead fish about the first time we fucked you, either. If that’s something you’ve heard since us, maybe you just weren’t all that interested in the men you’ve been with.”

I let out a shaky breath. “That’s probably the heart of the matter, huh?”

He cupped my face and slowly trailed his hand down to my throat. The move felt so possessive that it turned my blood to lava. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t understand that. How about we both only fuck people we’re very interested in now? Seems like it could be better for our health.”

I searched his face. I wasn’t sure if he meant he’d only be fucking me but I wanted that. I hated the thought of him being interested in another woman, touching another woman.

His mouth quirked higher on one side. “I never knew you had a jealous streak.”

I pulled away from him and made a face. “I’m not jealous. I’m going to take a bath now.”

He let me get a few feet away before he caught my arm and tugged me backwards, into his chest. Gripping my chin, he tipped my head back and to the side so he could kiss me hard. Then, he just let me go and slapped my ass as I stumbled into the house.

I was still holding my hands to my mouth when I got to the top of the stairs inside and nearly stumbled into Colt. My body was pulsing with need and I didn’t think lingering in the hallway with Colt was a good idea so I just ducked my head and scurried away.

I was already in bed and half asleep by the time I remembered my phone and all the messages I’d received that day. There was something magical about having been able to forget those messages. I rolled onto my side with a smile on my face. I had no interest in finding my phone, maybe ever again.

A soft knock sounded on my door and I sat up, holding the blanket to my chest. “Yeah?”

Logan stepped inside my room and closed the door behind him. Crossing the floor to my bed quickly, he lifted the corner of the blanket and made a motion for me to move over. It was dark but I could just see the ghost of a smile on his face. “I still don’t sleep all that well. And I was just about to settle in for another night of tossing and turning but I remembered how good I slept when I’d sneak into your room when we were kids.”

He settled next to me on his back and I inched closer to the heat his big body put out. “I slept better those nights, too.”

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