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My mouth hangs open as I watch his retreating shouldersdisappear into the crowd, my cheeks flaming like they’re on fire. God, I can barely even breathe. I cross my legs at the ankles in an attempt to press my thighs together to quell the sudden ache in my pussy, but it’s useless. He’s rendered me needy and desperate, a dangerous combination.
Logan is good. He’s really, really good. But I’m better. And if he wants to play, then as far as I’m concerned, game on.
CHAPTER 31
LOGAN
Never have I ever wanted to put my fist through something the way I want to right fucking now. I’m surprised my Jack and Coke hasn’t exploded in my hand with how hard I’m clenching the glass as I’m forced to watch on while Millie throws her head back and laughs out loud at something Happy says. Total bullshit, by the way; Happy isn’t even that funny. She’s just trying to get a rise out of me. She’s succeeding, too. I’m about three seconds away from marching over there and claiming her as my own; fuck her brother, and fuck the rules.
She’s been openly flirting with my best friend for the last fifteen minutes at least. Jokes on her though; Happy knows the truth, and he keeps looking at me, silently checking that I’m okay, ready to put a stop to things if it goes an inch too far. And sure, he’s a pain in the ass most of the time, but in my opinion, everyone should have a friend like Happy Slater in their lives.
“What the ever-loving fuck am I seeing right now?” Dallas grits out, coming up beside me. I glance at him to see his face murderous as he glares at his sister who currently has her hand on Happy’s arm, squeezing his fucking muscles.
“Your sister’s flirting with Hap,” I say flatly, taking a sip of my drink.
“Is he flirting back?”
Not if he values his fucking life, I don’t say out loud. “No.”
Dallas exhales a relieved sigh, sips his beer, and thankfully, before either of us can intervene with the shit show occurring less than a few feet away from us, we’re interrupted by someone yelling across the bar. “Coach and Hannah are about to pull up!”
The entire party breaks out into a sudden flurry of chaos as people rush about trying to get into place. The music dies down and the lights dim even more, but I choose to stay to the back of the crowd, up against the wall, which is when I spot my chance.
With her head down, Millie weaves her way through the crowd, and I snag her hand. She spears me with a wide-eyed look, relief softening her features when she realizes it’s me and not some random grabbing her. I pull her toward me, turning her so her back is to my front. With one hand on her hip, I wrap my other arm around her waist, holding her flush against me, feeling her body shudder, causing my cock to spring to life. And when I look down at her, I see her chest hitch with a gasp, goosebumps erupting all over her skin, and I can’t stop my own smug smirk.
I duck down, breathing her in, my lips skating against the skin in the crook of her neck as I whisper, “I warned you, Red.”
She shivers again, her chest expanding with a big breath. “What the hell are you doing?”
Is this dangerous and probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever done? Fuck yeah, it is. Do I care? No, not really. No one can see us. I mean, they could if they really wanted to. I can literally see Dallas across the room; one glance to his left and I’d be a dead man. But with our six-foot-seven rookie, Cameron, standing in front of us, and everyone’s intense focus on the door, waiting for Draper to walk in, I take my chances.
With a low chuckle, I don’t answer Millie’s question with words. Instead, I drag my hand from her hip, down over thegenerous curve of her ass, stopping at the indecently short hem of her dress. She stops breathing. And, as I inch my fingers up her soft skin, gently coaxing her thighs apart with my knee, I watch her clamp her bottom lip between her teeth the moment my fingers meet her hot, wet pussy lips. Holy mother of fuck, she was telling the truth. No fucking panties. An unmatched possessiveness rips through me and I swear, I wanna throw her over my shoulder and get her the fuck out of here.
“Chrissake,” I rasp, swallowing a groan, my dick jumping in my pants. “What’s got you so wet, huh?”
Millie’s head lolls back against my shoulder, her hand gripping my arm secured around her waist and holding onto me as I glide my fingers through her slit, circling her swollen clit. Her nails dig into my skin through my shirt, and it’s a welcomed pain as I tease her tight hole with my index finger.
“Answer me, Red,” I whisper. “Why is your pussy dripping?”
“You,” she grits out on a shuddering breath.
“Me?” I ask, mock surprised, putting pressure on her clit as I start to thrust my middle finger in and out of her, inwardly cheering when I feel her hips move, seeking more. “Why me?”
Her body quakes in my hold, and I see her throat bob with a thick swallow as she chokes back a whimper. She turns her head, her dazed eyes looking up at me as she says, “I like seeing you jealous.”
“Oh, I’m not jealous, baby.” I laugh, concealing my blatant lie, and my casualness completely contradicts the way I’m finger fucking her right here in a room full of our friends and my teammates, for literally anyone to see. “Happy’s just playing along. He knows you’re mine.”
“They’re here!” someone whisper-yells.
“I amnotyours.” Millie narrows her eyes, but her bravado falters when I pinch her clit, her knees almost giving way.
I hold her upright, plundering her with my fingers in a slow, teasing motion. “Your pretty little cunt sure feels like it’s mine.”
“Oh, my God.” She sighs heavily, trying to clamp her thighs together to stop me or hold me right where I am, I can’t tell.
“Not God, sweetheart,” I quip. “Logan.”
“Fuck, don’t stop,” she croaks, her face turned toward me, eyes rolling back.
