Page 62 of One Night Seduction

Fuck.

I feel myself spasm around him as he increases the speed of his fingers. My heart is beating out of my chest as my eyes move around the hot tub. This is the most insane thing I think I’ve ever done. Forget the high from the exhibitionist room. This is just terrifying. If anyone besides Ty knew what was happening under this water, all hell would break loose. I’m sure of it. The very idea of us teetering on something so dangerous also gets my heart beating faster, my legs trembling in anticipation.

My mom moves in the water, coming closer to us before sitting just beside Logan. You’d think he would pull out of me or at least stop finger fucking me in front of everyone. Of course he doesn’t. He just continues thrusting his fingers in and out of me, his thumb rubbing my clit as he turns to face my mom.

“What?” he asks.

She smiles at him, and despite his calm demeanor, I see his pulse thundering in his neck. He’s getting a rush out of this just as much as I am. He’s inches away from his ex-wife with his fingers inside her daughter. The feeling of getting caught is an exciting one that I’m not quite sure why I enjoy so much.

Marissa and Tom begin discussing something, and Logan casually speaks to me quietly.

“Go underwater when you’re ready.”

“What?” I gasp, my vision unsteady as my building pleasure begins to cloud everything.

“Now,” he demands as he curls his fingers up, thrusting them against my g-spot.

At the last second, I slip under the water, wave after wave of my orgasm thrashing into me as I moan and whimper. Or at least I feel like I do. I’m not sure if any sound actually comes out.

Logan doesn’t stop, moving his hand faster and faster until it feels like my body is going to break from so much pleasure. Then, as casually as he slipped inside, he pulls out just as I resurface.

When I do, I emerge away from Logan, closer to my Uncle Tom, as I wipe the water from my eyes. Everyone gives me a funny look, and I shrug.

“I was getting cold.”

Everyone shrugs it off except for Marissa, who looks like she doesn’t quite believe me.

Thankfully, Ty steers the conversation away from me as he begins talking about a time he got into a fight with a MC member at his bar. During the conversation, Logan grabs my gaze, casually rubbing the tip of one of his fingers over his lip and into his mouth. My pussy pulses as his dark brown eyes promise so many filthy times to come.

Chapter Twenty Two

Logan

I ended up sneaking into Arianna’s room last night after everyone went to bed. It was easy enough since Kelly had to be all but carried to bed before she was retching her life away in the bathroom. Marissa and Tom went to bed shortly after, and Tyson slept in my room.

When I was finally able to sneak into Arianna’s room, I found her fast asleep. I planned to wake her up, to fuck her good and hard the way I was desperate to in that hot tub. She looked too peaceful, though. Too perfect.

I wanted nothing more than to be beside her. So, I slid into bed, and wrapped myself around her, covering her body with my own. She stirred for a moment but fell asleep again almost immediately, and I was out like a light in no time as well.

This morning, I slipped out of the room and went about my morning routine like I hadn’t had the best sleep of my life over the last two nights. The rest of the day was a slow start. I answered some emails, took a few phone calls and watched as Arianna laid on a blanket in the yard and snapped pictures of the trees above her.

I did that for what felt like hours and enjoyed every second of it.

Kelly woke up sober for once and has been following me around like a lost puppy. I keep pretending to be on extra phone calls just to get some goddamn space from her. I make the mistake of sitting down on the loveseat in the living room and Kelly immediately drops herself into my lap. Ty and Arianna are on the couch watching a movie while Tom is in the recliner. Arianna’s eyes come to mine, jealousy brewing in them.

I wish she realized she has nothing to be jealous of. Now that she’s mine, I’ll never waste an ounce of energy on anyone but her again. That’s a fucking promise.

Marissa comes into the room, sitting on the arm of Tom’s chair as she looks at me and Kelly.

“I thought we could get out for a little double date tonight? Maybe pop over to Woodinville and do dinner at one of the wineries?”

The word no is immediately on my tongue when Kelly nods excitedly.

“We’d love to,” she says, attempting to wrap her arm around my neck. I easily dodge her reach as I gently push her off me completely.

“What about us?” Ty pouts, though I see right through it.

Marissa turns to him, an unusually sharp edge to her words.

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