Page 67 of One Night Seduction

I give him a look but don’t say anything until we round the corner.

“Why did you put your arm around me?”

He shrugs. “Why’d you ask if I was ready for bed? As if we were going to bed together? Seemed like you were putting on an act and I was just playing along. Is it so terrible for me to hold you?” Ty asks as we move up the stairs.

“Yes, it is,” Logan answers before I can.

He hauls me out of Ty’s hold, wrapping a possessive hand around my hip as he stares at his brother.

“No need to sleep on the floor. You can take my bed tonight,” he says, his voice low as he turns us towards my room.

I hear Ty mutter something under his breath, not catching what it is before Logan ushers us through the doorway, shutting and locking the door behind us.

“Did he try anything with you?” Logan asks immediately, like he couldn’t hold them in any longer.

“No, of course not.”

He blows out a breath and nods. “Good. It was all I could think about, I obsessed over it all night.”

“Even if he did, you know I wouldn’t have done anything, right? I mean, we haven’t really labeled this…thing but?—”

“I know,” he hushes lightly, cupping the back of my neck as he presses our foreheads together. “You’re just too special, too precious. I’m never going to not worry about losing you.”

“Losing me? Are you sure you even have me?” I ask with a teasing smile.

His grip on my neck tightens as a possessive growl rumbles through his chest.

“Oh, I’ve got you, alright, and I’m never letting go. You get that, right, Sparrow?”

I swallow roughly, nodding as he closes his eyes.

“Good.”

“What about you?” I ask. “Sounds like you had an interesting night.”

He releases his hold on me, standing up straight as he runs a hand down his face.

“Fucking nightmare. Any chance you’d want to leave tomorrow? Maybe tonight even? I just want to be at home, with you.”

I give him a half smile at that and exhale roughly. “Tempting, but I think you’re right. Marissa definitely suspects something. My mother is very clearly a mess. I don’t want there to be any more complications to this than there already is.”

He purses his lips like he doesn’t like that answer but agrees all the same.

“Fine. We’re leaving first thing Friday, though.”

“Deal.”

“Now, on to more important matters,” he says as his hands come to my hips.

His fingers wiggle beneath my waistband beforeslowly peeling down my leggings. Logan’s fingers move up my thigh, running over my thong before slipping beneath and pushing inside me. It was uncomfortable at first not to clean up after we fucked, and I’m sure I’ll be getting a UTI in the future, but the pride that shines in his eyes when he realizes that I did as he asked makes it all worth it.

“That’s my good girl,” he rumbles as he pushes his fingers in and out of me, shoving his cum deeper and deeper.

A breathy moan slips out of me as he pulls his fingers away, gripping the material and ripping the fabric straight from my body. I gasp at the action as he lifts them in his hand, tucking them away in the pocket of his jeans.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“These are mine now. In fact, I’m confiscating all of your panties, effective immediately,” he says in mock seriousness.

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