Page 12 of This Is Love
I give them one last swipe of my tongue, barely holding back a moan as he slips them from my mouth. With our eyes locked, he edges those spit-soaked fingertips to the top of my crease. Chest heaving, the pounding of my heart intensifies, blood roaring like a raging river through my veins. The noise it makesin my head is deafening. He licks over my lip at the same time his hand moves south. Startled, my dick throbs hard in his grip, and then I full-on shudder as I nearly come on the spot.
Fuuuck. My breath jerks unsteadily from me as bold digits ease lower. I swear, my head is set to detonate. Every beat of my heart knocks against my chest, and our staring contest goes on until I can’t handle it anymore and give in, crushing my mouth to his while shutting my eyes so he can’t be sure of what I’m thinking.
He touches deft, sure fingers to my asshole, and I bite out a curse into his mouth. And then, as they move, doing things to me I didn’t have a clue were possible, a moan falls from my lips, unfiltered and raw.
What started out as a distraction has become something that threatens to change every single fucking thing I knew about myself. I’m on the verge of destruction at the hands of the one person I’d never want to give that pleasure. We tear at each other’s mouths while I grind my cock into his pre-cum coated palm. Every movement I make is torture as his fingers circle the puckered rim of my ass. Toying with me. I exhale in undignified starts and gasps, the way it feels too different, too good for me to fucking care.
He’s got my entire body vibrating with need, and it makes me feel alive yet numb all at once. I don’t want to think about the dark, reckless emotion emerging. I rake my hands from his shoulders down his pecs and over the sides of his torso, grasping his shirt and pulling it up to reveal his abs. The heat of his skin under my fingertips adds another layer of fierce desire that I hardly know what to do with, but it has me panting for more.
Logan’s making me sweat. Nerve-endings I never paid attention to before have my full attention now, and I claw at him as fingers circle the remarkably sensitive skin. My face burns with the intensity of sensations rioting within me. I bury my faceagainst the side of his neck, baring my teeth and biting down on his skin, sucking it into my mouth.
Chaos reigns, sparks of pleasure shooting through me, and whether it’s the salty taste of his skin, his firm hand on my dick, or— Oh, fuck. “Fuuuck,” I heave out as the tip of his finger breaches the tight ring of muscle, and I give a strangled shout as euphoria rips down my spine and cum begins to spurt from me like a fucking fire hose, spraying his well-muscled stomach.
“Goddamn,” he mutters, his lips twitching mildly. “I don’t know what your fucking deal is, Jaxon, but?—”
A sharp retort dances on the tip of my tongue. I draw in a breath. “You?—”
“Yeah. I’ve just gotta grab a few things from the supply closet. Be right there.” All the breath rushes from my lungs at the female voice coming from immediately outside the door. I ease back, staring at Logan, shell-shocked.
We’re about to get caught with my pants literally down. I hurriedly push away from him. His hands stop his shirt from falling into the mess I created on his abs. He clutches it at nipple level as his eyes widen. There’s more conversation from outside, but I can tell they’re coming closer. Our gazes remain locked as I shove my dick back into my boxer briefs and yank up my pants. His eyes flick to shelves at the side of the closet and my eyes follow, seeing the paper towels that have caught his attention. I go over and pluck a roll off the shelf, then lob it at Logan. To his credit, he catches the missile I throw with one hand, then swiftly tears a few sheets off before swiping them over his stomach in jerking motions. He chucks the roll back at me and drops the cum-soaked ball of paper towels into the trash can by the door just as the door flies open and the light flicks on.
Startled, a woman in pink scrubs stops in her tracks. Her eyes volley between the two of us, lips parted in her surprise.
“Sorry,” I mumble, gesturing to Logan. “My friend’s a little upset, and he doesn’t like people to see him cry. I made him come in here so he could get it out of his system.” Shooting her a charming, sheepish look, I grip the back of my neck, tugging. While she focuses on me, Logan shoots me the mother of all eye rolls to go with the perturbed set of his jaw.
“Oh!” she exclaims, her voice soft. “That’s okay.” Her gaze swings to Logan, who—to my utter surprise and delight—runs a hand over his cheek and shrugs, going along with the ruse.
He clears his throat. “We’ll get out of your way. Sorry again.” Pressing his lips together, he makes a move to exit, and she nods, smiling kindly at him.
“There’s a small waiting area down at the end of this hall that could be useful to you. Most people don’t even realize it’s there. It might be more comfortable than hanging out in the hallway or heading back out to the ER waiting room.”
All the way to the door now, he backs out while saying, “Thanks. I appreciate that.” He spins on his heel and disappears from view.
“I’d better catch up with him,” I huff, blowing out a breath.Jesus. I can’t imagine what she’d have thought if she walked in here thirty seconds earlier.
“Sure, of course.”
A moment later, I’m out in the hallway and catch sight of Logan as he opens a door at the end of the hall and slips inside. I hurry after him, following him into the room. Shutting the door, I turn, then rest my back against it while I allow my gaze to wander over this guy who is ready to destroy me. His back is to me as he stands at the mini sink on the counter. He washes his hands, then gestures to the coffee maker. “Need coffee still? We left ours in the room with Rya.”
I snort at him, slowly shaking my head.
“Is that a no? Cool.” He proceeds to put a to-go cup under the Keurig contraption and makes a cup for himself, adding sugar and a couple creamers. Finally turning around, he stares blandly at me.
“I just have one question for you. Did you enjoy getting to put your greedy little gay-as-fuck fingers on me?” I smirk inwardly. Time to pull a complete one-eighty on him again. Fucking with Logan’s head is one of my favorite things—one of the only things that brings my dark heart pleasure these days. I’ve hated him for so long… being able to pay him back for the shit I’ve endured thanks to the way he stood by the wreckage of my family and accepted for himself what was once mine? It’s a balm to my black soul.
“Yeah, man. Whatever you think.” His eyes flash with something I can’t quite read. For a second, I think he’s done, and I’m about to poke the bear again when he narrows his gaze on me. “Oh, and, Jaxon? I’m not ‘gay as fuck.’ I’m bi. Ask Rya sometime if you think I’m lying. She’s well aware as of a week ago.” One brow arches as he watches me with fiery blue eyes.
A memory of the hurt expression on his face back in the hotel room flashes through my mind, irritation had coated his features as he listened to me and Rya as we got sexy over video chat. It hits me like a ton of bricks that maybe there was something more going on with him that night than I thought.
I blink as he shoots me a tight smile, then picks up his coffee and slams out of the room. First, I thought she was his girlfriend. Then I assumed she was his convenient beard. And now… Motherfucker.
7
LOGAN
I exhale slowlyat the troubling details of the last eight hours, trying not to disturb Rya. My gaze roams over her in the scrubs the nurse had given her to wear home as she sits wedged between Jaxon and me in the back seat of an Uber, and my heart cracks open a fraction wider than it had back in the hospital. When the nurse asked Rya if she wanted to wear the skirt and top she’d arrived in, Rya’s voice had been shaky, but she’d defiantly stated that she never wanted to see those clothes ever again. I can’t blame her.
Letting out a small sigh, she rests her head against my bicep at the same time she threads her fingers through Jaxon’s and clutches onto him. Working my jaw to the side, I cast a wary glance at the third member of our party. He hasn’t said much of anything to me since I let him in on the truth of my very complicated relationship with Rya. It probably wasn’t the brightest thing I’ve ever done, but I can only take so much of his shit before putting him in his place. And even then, that only ever happens when I see a suitable opening. From his outraged shout after I walked out, I assume he figured it the fuck out. I never outright told him Rya and I have carnal knowledge of eachother, but I sure as fuck implied that we do. It’s the truth, but I probably shouldn’t have fucking done that. Hopefully, it doesn’t come back to bite me in the ass at a later date.
