Page 36 of This Is War: All's Fair Duet
But he’s not. He’s not even looking at the phone anymore. His eyes are pinned on me, roving all along mybody, like he’s drinking me in. The lustful stare is like a bomb going off in my head.What the fuck is this?
I recall Rya’s words from last night.He couldn’t like…me… not like that.
Logan did something last night that upset her, and I assumed her confusion over it had something to do with them being friends. But now, as his gaze scorches my skin everywhere it lands, I don’t think that’s what she meant at all.
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LOGAN
“What the fuckdo you think you’re looking at?” Jaxon’s rough voice snaps me out of fucking lunacy and the moment I’d been having.
I blink. He’s all hard muscle and smooth skin. I blink again. There’s a tattoo across a portion of his abdomen. I can’t tell from here what he’s inked himself with, but I wouldn’t mind having a closer look. That is, if he wasn’t primed to bite my head off. And if I didn’t think he was such a jackass. And also if he weren’t using Rya to get to me. Fucking dick. I exhale harshly. I wish I hadn’t fucked up with her last night, though, because that really didn’t help. She came to talk to me, and I’d been a drunk idiot and sent her right back into his waiting arms. I rub a hand over my face in frustration.Fuck.
My eyes flick back to him. “What am I looking at? Nota fucking thing.” Except I am. There’s clearly a short circuit between my brain and my dick because it twitches at the sight of his naked body—hard—and I can’t seem to stop my perusal.
One thing is for sure: I’ve gotta be fucking crazy for continuing to stare, both because of the fucked-up, hateful nature of our relationship and the fact he’s my stepbrother, and that’s just… I dunno. Weird.
I dislike his tone and the look of derision he’s shooting my way. Time to show him he doesn’t fucking scare me in the slightest. I shuck off the rest of my clothes, then walk directly over to the shelves he’s planted himself beside. He could just fucking leave. Get outta my face.Hit the shower, you asshat.
As I grab a towel, our eyes connect, and I swear his dark, wary gaze is assessing me every bit as much as I had been him. My teeth grind, and the muscle in my jaw spasms. The longer we stare at each other, the surer I am I can’t be the one to look away first. So, I don’t. I let myself survey every square inch of his face, taking in the way his head angles back the slightest amount—probably so he can feel like he’s looking down on me, even though we’re within a half inch of each other’s heights. The flare of his nostrils highlights the piercings on either side of his nose, which look— I work my jaw to the side, studying them. They look really fucking good. Never thought I’d admitthat, but at least it’s only to myself and not to him. His cheekbones are prominent, his jaw chiseled—more defined than most. And the rest of him?Fuuuck. Jesus Christ, don’t look again. My runaway thoughts are getting out of hand.I’m supposed to be pissed off, not turned-on.
Jaxon drags his gaze from mine, concentrating it on a point somewhere over my shoulder. “Not a fucking thing, huh?” He scrapes his teeth over his lip as he appraises me once more. “You sure about that?”
“Just about as sure as I am that you’re freaking out on the inside right now.” I shrug, glancing down on purpose this time. Right there before my eyes, his dick jumps. I peel my gaze from his semi-erect cock and can’t help the upward shift of my brows. A tumult of raging, crazed thoughts move through my mind at wickedly dangerous speeds.
What the fuck?
Trying not to show my outward surprise, since the odds of his eyes still being on me are high, I tip my chin up, putting on an act of nonchalance that I’m definitely not feeling, and turn my back on him as I stride to the showers.
I’m really, really fucking perplexed, my head ready to fly off my neck with how fast it’s spinning. There’s no one answering my question of what the fuck, so I don’t know what to think. Selecting the last stall, I drape my towelover the door—the universal sign that the space is occupied—and let myself in.
The deep breath I take isn’t even enough to still the chaos in my head. Jaxon has to be fucking with me. That’s the only answer I can come up with. It’d be just like him to attempt to toy with me while he fucks around with Rya at the same time. I wondered why he’d been standing there, waiting. I’d been on the verge of saying something, then… boom. I look over, and there he is. Naked. Probably all part of some grand fucking fuck-with-Logan plan. He is the biggest asshole I know. And the hell of it is… I hadn’t been able to pry my eyes from his body.
I twist the shower knob, letting the sharp blast of cold water hit me, a punishment for letting him get to me yet again—because he did. Masterfully so.
Hanging my head in shame while I wait for the water to heat—I swear, it takes forever in these old buildings—I let out a sigh. He’s playing me for sure. Ducking my head under the water, I get it wet, then use the communal shampoo from the dispenser on the wall to give my scalp and hair a quick scrub. The entire time I rinse my hair free of the suds, my ears strain to make sure he isn’t coming this way. Irritated with myself, I grind my teeth while I pump some of the generic body wash into my palm.Get a grip, for fuck’s sake.With swift, frustrated movements, I swipe the soap over my skin as I let my mind drift.
Fucking Jaxon. That goddamn photo of them in his bed. He takes advantage of every opportunity. I kiss her, and somehow she winds up with him. Sleeps with him.Literalsleep, I hope. My jaw tightens even though I don’t have evidence it was anything more than actual shut-eye happening in his room. I see the image of the two of them again in my mind’s eye. My asshole stepbro with his arms around Rya, a smirk on his face while she slept so fucking serenely on his chest.
Another shower starts up, and my dick hijacks my thoughts, diverting my focus to the sound of splashing water hitting tile. My mouth goes dry. Much to my dismay, mental imagery of soap bubbles and water sluicing over Jaxon’s body crowd in and take over all logical thought.Fuck me.Definitely wish I’d never looked. I hit the soap dispenser button a few more times, letting the suds form again as I run my palms over my skin and close my eyes. Almost as if they have minds of their own, my hands sweep down my torso, and after a difficult swallow, I allow one to brush over my rapidly hardening cock. My head drops back as blood rushes to my groin. With my breath coming faster and faster, my lungs can hardly keep up. Chest heaving, I let my slick fingers curl around my shaft and grunt as I make a tight fist. Bracing myself with one hand against the tile, I bow my head, letting the water spray over my back. I jerk myself in longleisurely strokes that have me biting back groan after groan.
I swear from the sound of it, Jaxon is in the next stall over.Go fucking figure.I exhale hard, working my hand faster and faster as a kaleidoscope of images slip through my mind. Jaxon and our heated arguments. Rya, the graceful dancing beauty. Jaxon, wrestling me to the ground. Rya, peeling off her top. Jaxon, pissed off and ignoring me at home. Rya, body writhing through an orgasm. Jaxon, just fucking now, flaunting his nudity, almost as if he knew I’d watch. Rya and the stunned look on her face after I kissed her.
A full-body shudder rolls through me, and I grunt aloud, the deep, throaty sound bouncing off the tiled walls and high ceiling. I’ve wanted Rya forever. But Jaxon?Fuck.I must be an idiot to let him infiltrate my thoughts like this. But I can’t find it in me to stop what I’m doing. Lust barrels through me. White-hot desire flares, and I shuttle my slick fist up and down my cock. The feel of it is so fucking good, but the warped pleasure I’m getting out of imagining Rya on her knees for me is even better. Her plump lips wrapped around my dick, a look of wide-eyed innocence as I go deep, hitting the back of her throat. Her eyes water, and she clutches at my thighs. It’s so fucking good I almost come right then and there, rocking in and out of her mouth.
A second later, the world inside my head distorts, and Jaxon takes her place. My lips part as sinful, dark eyes glare upward as he sucks the life out of me. The feel of his tongue flicking over my hard length is enough to wreck me. It’s a wonder I don’t crumble to the ground on the spot.
The shower door next to mine creaks as it opens, and I blink hard, then shake my head. Goddammit. Fuck Jaxon. I need to dig him out from under my skin. Claw him out of my head. Get rid of every lingering thought.
I jolt as a hand slaps the door of my stall and it opens. With my heart drilling a hole in my chest from all the wild thumping, I turn my head toward the intrusion. The showerhead sends rivulets down my face, and I blink the cascading water from my eyes as I stare at Jaxon. My gaze tracks all the way down his chest to the thick appendage hanging between his legs. There’s no way I’m revealing my surprise or allowing him an advantage. Giving myself a slow tug, I allow my lips to curve ever so slightly. “Do you mind? I’m fucking busy here.”
He crosses his arms, like we’re simply having a chat. “Don’t mind at all. You heard Coach. I’m your new shadow.” He pauses to wink. “So, you’ve hidden this… part of yourself, which I find interesting because you know my dad pretty well. And I’m certain if he were to find out, all this support he’s been giving you? Gone.”
“His loss,” I grunt as his unwavering stare makes my blood heat to boiling under my skin. His old man definitely has some flaws, his thinly veiled homophobia being one of them. But I’ve simply never felt I owed anyone a goddamn explanation of my sexuality. Eric Ledger’s opinion is only important to me because I know it’d kill my mother if we didn’t get along.
Jaxon’s been busy studying the fuck out of my reaction to his taunt, never mind that I still have my hand on my dick. He doesn’t seem to give a shit and juts his chin toward me. “I am curious, though. Rya kept this quiet, too. But if she knows you like dick… why was she so fucking upset last night? What did you fucking do?” His lips twist, a thoughtful expression sliding over his face.
“Shut the fuck up.” I release my erection, whirling on him and jabbing a finger into his face as we come chest to chest. “Mind your own goddamn business, Jaxon!”
