Page 35 of One Night Seduction

“Take that, grandpa!”

“Grandpa?” Logan mimics, a hint of malice lacing his tone.

“Yeah, you’re way too old to be daddy,” I snort, my foggy brain catching on too late to what I just said.

My mom looks bored, Ty looks shocked, and, to my surprise, Logan seems amused.

He doesn’t say anything as he takes the ball and sinks it into one of our last remaining cups.

“I believe that’s one point, grandpa,” he rumbles, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

“There are no points,” I say with a roll of my eyes, though I’m not nearly as irritated as I’m pretending to be.

Logan grins at me, and no matter how much I will my body to ignore it, my heart thumps out of rhythm. This is a side of him I haven’t seen before. A teasing, playful one. It might be my favorite yet. Besides the one where he dominates me in bed, pins me by the throat, and spanks my ass.

Did. I mean, the one thatdiddo all of those things. Because it’s in the past. It’ll never happen again.

Look how convincing I am.

Tom and Marissa ended up wandering outside when the twins came in and said they were setting up the waterslide. After my mom’s third missed ball, she gave up and went out in search of a ‘stronger drink than this piss water.’

We each have one cup left. Ty goes to throw it but loses his balance at the last moment, swaying hard to the side. Before he drops the ball, I quickly grab it, tossing it in the air with extreme precision, obviously. When it makes that beautifulplink, I leap into the air.

Ty and I begin hooting and hollering like we just won the Super Bowl before I run up to Logan and begin my victory dance. He watches me with an amused look, but when I spin to face him, I don’t realize how close he is. My chest brushes against his, forcing all the air from my lungs to be sucked out as my eyes meet his.

He’s staring down at me steadily. Suddenly, Ty’s cheers become muffled, and all I can think, all I can see, arethose deep brown eyes. In the next moment, I’m ripped away from Logan and tossed over Ty’s shoulder as he celebrates obnoxiously.

“Weeee are the champions, my brotherrrrr, and we kept on fightingggg until we beat youuuuu motherfuckerrrrr,” Ty slurs.

I laugh as he begins carrying us through the house and out the back door. I can barely see the slip and slide through the curtain of my hair, but I do see Ty pick up speed, his bare feet running through the grass before he’s leaping with me over his shoulder onto the plastic slide.

I tense instantly as I feel our balance shift, only making it a few feet before Ty loses his footing, and we both go flying. He wipes out onto the slide and continues gliding all the way down, whereas I hit the ground with a hard thud and skid off into the grass. My arm stings from what is no doubt grass burn, and my hip throbs in pain.

I groan as I curl up onto my other side while Ty’s laughter can be heard in the distance.

“Are you okay?” Melanie asks.

I open my mouth to speak when I feel a presence drop beside me, voice low and full of concern.

“Sparrow,” he whispers gently before correcting himself. “Arianna, are you okay?”

I blink up at him, my vision blurry with tears. God, I hate what a wimp I am when it comes to pain.

I feel Logan’s hand cup my face gently, a look of pure heartbreak in his eyes.

“Where does it hurt?” he asks.

“My arm and my hip,” I grit out.

He looks me over before his eyes come to mine once more.

“Do you think anything is broken?”

I shake my head. “I’m fine, it just hurts.”

“Come on, let’s get you inside,” he says ashe goes to pick me up.

“For Christ’s sake, she can walk, Logan. She’s just being dramatic for attention,” my mom dismisses with an eye roll as she knocks back whatever was in her martini glass.

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