Page 100 of Risky Game

He took the same spot he’d done that first night and it was hard to believe that was only weeks ago.

My brother was right. I’d moved way too fast with this guy, but I wasn’t sure I was ready to slow down or stop either. Maybe what we had was sexual chemistry and lust, and it would eventually burn to ash. I was prepared for that.

“That wasn’t cool, what you did earlier.”

He twisted the top off his bottled water. “I know.”

And yet there was no apology. I waited, gave him a minute.

Logan leaned back against the couch and threw an arm out over the edge. “I hadn’t meant to say anything, but when I was outside with him earlier, I realized I liked him and respected him. I didn’t feel right lying to him.”

He’d already said that.

“It was still mine to tell.”

“Would you have?”

My lip curled. It wasn’t an admonishment as much as a question, but guilt still slithered around my chest and squeezed tight. Would I have had the guts to do it?

“Eventually,” I muttered and drank my water to wash away the half-truth. Sure, eventually.

“What did Molly whisper to you?”

Logan had to have known already, or at least assumed. She’d been way too calm during the entire earlier encounter and her whisper to me confirmed why.

“I saw him leave the bathroom. Never saw you enter. When I knocked, I expected the bathroom to be empty. I put two and two together, but I’ll also take this secret to the grave. And honestly, damn girl. Good choice.”

It’d taken everything in me not to laugh while Jassen stood behind her, seething with anger and mad at me.

“She figured it out at the party,” I told him.

“I assumed. Is that what she whispered?”

“Basically.”

“Ruby.”

“What?” I faced him, and his iron eyes were soft. Sweet. In fact, he looked entirely relaxed in a way I wouldn’t be until Jassen and I talked again.

“Come here.” He wiggled his fingers, and I went, reluctant, but if there was anything that would help, it would have to be being in Logan’s arms.

As soon as I sat next to him, my head fell to his shoulder and his arm at the back of the couch wrapped around me. “I’m sorry for making Jassen mad at you, but if we’re going to do this, there will be hurdles to jump. I thought it’d be better and easier for you if you had some support in the long run.”

He kissed the top of my head, and I settled further against him, gave him my weight, and closed my eyes. “I’ll forgive you for all of it once Jassen’s speaking to me again.”

“Molly will talk him around. And he has to realize you’re an adult, too, you know. This really isn’t any of his business as long as it doesn’t affect my coaching or his position with the team. And he’s too good for that to be a concern.”

“Probably.”

We drifted into silence, me in what was becoming my favorite place.

All too soon, I was waking up on floating clouds, an aching sensation between my thighs, and the tease of soft hair at my inner thighs.

“Oh God,” I groaned, and my eyes fluttered open.

I was in Logan’s bed. Again. And all I saw was the shadow of his face between my thighs, the soft but firm flicker of his tongue against my clit.

“Morning.” He nipped at my clit, grinning up at me before he dropped his head.

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