Logan brushes past me, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead before slipping out through the door. I look at Ty with a questioning look.
“Did you seriously jerk off?”
He barks out a laugh andshakes his head.
“Fuck no. I just like to rile him up.”
A disbelieving chuckle escapes me as I head down the stairs to the hot tub. When Ty and I get out there, everyone else is already in. Marissa and Tom are cuddled up on one side, my mom to Tom’s left, where she is basically dry humping Logan’s leg. There is barely enough room for me and Ty, but we make it work.
Ty climbs in first, taking the spot beside Logan, which is probably for the best. Gripping the bottom of my sundress, I pull it up and over, dropping it to the floor before looking up. Uncle Tom looks away uncomfortably as Logan and Ty devour me with their eyes, or I guess more specifically, my bathing suit.
I step into the hot water and don’t miss the opportunity to turn away from Logan slightly, allowing him a discreet view of my bikini bottoms before I lower myself into the water. When I turn back to face him, his jaw is tight, eyes drenched in lust. He blinks the look away quickly, though.
My eyes move to my mother, who miraculously has both of her eyes open despite how wasted she clearly is. Her face twists up with a sneer as she looks at me.
“Where the fucks did you get that suit? You look like a cheap whore.”
“Heyyy,” Ty warns, his tone not friendly or playful in the slightest.
He’s glaring at my mother, who’s completely oblivious as she continues.
“I mean, honestlys, no ones wants to see that! Lose twenty-five pounds, then maybe.”
“Enough!” Logan snaps, looking at my mother like she’s lost her fucking mind. “That is your daughter, Kelly. I don’t give a fuck how drunk you are. You’re so far out of line.”
“Are you serious? You think you look better than Ari?” Ty scoffs as he reaches out for me, draggingme into his lap.
I don’t push away, allowing him to play up whatever he’s trying to do. I mean, for all they know, Ty and I are still together.
“Yeah, I do. I?—”
“Jesus, Kelly. Just shut the fuck up!” Marissa snaps.
My mom frowns as she looks up at Tom with a pout.
“Your wife is being mean to meeee.”
He looks down at her like he’s not impressed before shaking his head and looking up at the sky, effectively tuning this conversation out. Logan takes the opportunity to scoot away from her, coming over until he’s brushing against Ty. I look to my right to see that I’m basically in both their laps now. Thankfully, beneath the jets, you can’t see what’s happening under the water. I feel a hand slip between Ty’s front and around my waist, yanking me off Ty’s lap and into the seat. Logan moves to make room before resting his hand on my thigh.
Ty looks nonchalant as he pulls his arms out of the hot tub, resting them on the edge.
Logan’s fingers begin teasing the edge of my bikini bottoms, slipping beneath them when Marissa tries to break the awkward silence.
“So, Logan, how is business going? Any exciting cases you’re working on?”
“Nothing that wouldn’t bore you to tears. Helping billionaires stay out of jail when they are caught embezzling, or god knows what else,” he laughs derisively, his face completely impassive as one of his fingers pushes inside of me.
My breath catches softly, but thanks to the sound of the jets, I don’t think anyone notices, aside from Ty, of course. He casts me a knowing look but turns his attention back to the conversation.
“You have to be lonely,” my mom interrupts with a slowflutter of her eyes. She’s so trashed right now she’s not even really making sense. She’s just being obnoxious.
“Pardon?” Logan asks, continuing to pump his finger in and out of me.
“All work and no playyy.” She giggles.
As if on cue, the whole hot tub rolls their eyes. I want to do the same, but it’s taking everything in me not to fall apart right here in this hot tub. So, I keep my mouth shut and attempt to stay still.
“I have my hands plenty full right now,” Logan says as he slips another finger inside me, cupping my pussy as he does.