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“Are you saying no?” I asked, moving my head to try and look at Lincoln around Ari’s arm.

“You can have one too,” Lincoln said, but the words were muffled because Ari’s hand had gone over Lincoln’s mouth.

“What was that?”

“Isaid, you can have one too, Rookie,” Ari said primly.

Lincoln rolled his eyes and then nodded, with Ari’s hand still pressed against his mouth.

I did a fist pump, wincing as a sharp pang went through my dick.

“Definitely a weird sex thing,” the artist whispered, his ears red as he started on Camden’s chest.

CHAPTER30

SLOANE

“Where are you going?” Logan asked, his voice rough with sleep, not to mention alcohol, since he’d slipped in bed last night around three this morning after a night out with the guys celebrating winning the Cup. His blond hair was a chaotic mess like my fingers had tugged at it all night, and his green eyes were tracing my curves, a lazy heat in their depths as I got dressed.

I gulped as I stared at him, missing the leg of my jeans because he was very distracting. The sheets clung to his hips, low enough I was blushing, since I was very familiar at this point at what the bulge under the sheets could do.

“Ignore him. He can’t help it,” Logan rasped as his dick rose under the sheet. He winced all of a sudden and shifted, and I focused on his chest, but that was also distracting. Hard planes and sharp angles…covered in tattoos?—

Fuck, he was delicious.

“You’re staring,” he said, one muscular arm bent behind his head like a cocky, tattooed Greek god who’d been summoned just to torment me.

“Wishful thinking,” I teased, pulling my zipper up a little too fast, like that would somehow help me escape his orbit.

Logan smirked, the corner of his mouth curving just enough to make me want to throw something at him—or kiss him. Probably both. “I’m always wishfully thinking of you, Red.”

I snorted. “That was corny.”

“You still haven’t answered my question. It’s almost like you’re avoiding it.”

He shifted, and I tried not to notice how the movement made the muscles in his stomach ripple before I did something stupid, like cancel my plans and crawl back into bed with him.

“I volunteer at a group home on Tuesdays,” I murmured. “It’s just something I started doing last year.”

His gaze softened. “Of course you do, because you’re fucking perfect.”

And then suddenly he was getting out of bed…completely nude, of course. I blinked, and wiped at my chin because there was no way I wasn’t drooling.

That ass…and dick.

Wait…what was that?

“Did you hurt yourself last night?” I asked, looking at the bandage wrapped around his cock.

He blinked, his cheeks turning suspiciously red. “Um…kind of. But it was alsokind ofvoluntary?”

“I don’t know what you’re saying,” I said, watching him walk into his closet. “And what are you doing?”

“Going with you,” he called.

I followed him into the closet. “I’m still looking for answers, buddy.”

He stiffened and slowly turned around. “Now listen, I don’t want you to get freaked out. It’s actually very tasteful.”

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