Page 59 of Sins or Secrets
Logan
“Logan, you gotta come out with us.The guys are all here,” Ethan says, but I can’t hear him and it’s not because of the background music on his end coming through the phone.
I can barely make out what he’s actually saying because of the fucking ringing in my ears and the blood rushing to my dick.
I left Quinn and went out to the front of the house where I’d parked my truck, then called him back only because I thought he was calling about Billy.This, however, sounds like a social call.
“What’s going on?” I ask, trying to calm down.
“We’re at the sports bar playing pool.Want to come? I got a good wager going against Bryce and Denver.I just won five hundred bucks.”
“Nice, and no. I can’t come out tonight.”
“But Denver brought some seriously hot women with him.Groupies. There’s one for each of us.I saved the blond with the perky tits for you.” Ethan sounds drunk and while I’m glad to hear he’s taking a well-earned break, and on a work night, my answer is still no.
The only perky tits I want are the ones I was just feeling up.And it’s not the blond I want.It’s the brunette I just practically fled from.
“How about you keep her entertained for me?”
He pauses for a few seconds and clears his throat.“Where are you?”
“Why?”
“Because you wouldn’t turn down a handpicked blond with perky tits for no reason at all.Are you with Quinn?” he slurs with a deep chuckle.
“Not really.”
“Not really? Wise guy. I get it and I’m gone.I hope you have lots of sex,” he smirks sounding more like his old self and hangs up before I can answer.
Lots of sex…
Yeah that’s exactly where that kiss just now was leading to.Sex right there on the lawn. I wasn’t planning to go inside.The contractors left a few hours ago so it would have been just the two of us.Me and Quinn.
I turned to look back down the dark stony path I’d come,fighting with myself not to go right back to her and get her to spread those long legs so I could eat out her pussy while I play with her tits.
Damn it and fucking fuck.
I gotta get out of here. Nothing ever good comes from me when I get like this and the fucking crazy thing about the way I feel now is there’s only one woman who can get me worked up like this.
Her.
I slip the phone in my pocket, jump in my truck and head home with my dick pitching a fucking tent.
The miles between us does nothing to tame my arousal.I keep seeing her, keep smelling her, keep remembering the way she felt in my arms.
My body remembers hers, and the taste of her need for me awakened something inside me that never stopped wantingher.
I neverstopped.
Not even for a minute did I stop.So fuck yeah, Monica you’reright.My damn problem really is Quinn Cambray, but then I always knewthat.
I just didn’t know having her could make me crazy and not having her could make me equally crazy.
There’s no balance and right now my dick wants to be inside her.
When I find myself stepping into the shower and turning the water on a cold spray with my fucking dick in my hands I know I’ve sunken to a new low.
I stroke my length from base to tip and allow the water to spray over me, quenching the heat stirring in my soul.Then I start pumping up and down when the image of Quinn in those short shorts and that tight top comes to mind.
