Page 58 of Because of Logan

The smile is unashamed now. He baited me.

“Logan!”

I try to push his chest in play. He doesn’t budge. The man is solid.

“Are you sore?”

There’s a hint of concern in his voice.

I do a mental check. Am I sore? I can for sure feel his touch on me still, but sore?

“No, not really.”

“In that case, can I have you for breakfast?”

Chapter Twenty-Six

River persuadedeveryone to go to a Halloween party. A middle of the week party since Halloween falls on a Wednesday this year. The girls are dressing up, and I got roped into doing the same. I kind of cheated on my costume. I’m wearing jeans and a hockey jersey.

I’m picking up the girls. I’m glad I worked a day shift today and have tonight and tomorrow off. I haven’t been to a Halloween party in years and it will be fun. Granted, I’d rather have Skye all to myself, but I can share her with the world for a few hours. Luckily, we got nice weather, and it’s warm for this time of year. We don’t see too many sixty-degree nights on Halloween.

Skye gave me the outside door code, and I let myself into the common hall and knock on her door and wait for one of them to open it. The door opens, but it’s not the girl I want. River has her hair in a high ponytail and a knee-length coat on. Heels on her feet make her even taller. She’s maybe a couple of inches shorter than me with those shoes. The door opens wide, and I step in. Sounds from the back of the hallway tell me Skye is coming into the living room. Can’t wait to see her outfit.

Oh, fuck.

Holy fucking fuck.

No.

Nope.

Just no.

There’s no way I’ll make it through the next five minutes, much less through the night, with her dressed like that.

Jesus Christ!

She’s a walking wet dream.

Thank God, my hockey jersey covers my groin because my dick is standing at attention and screamingSir, yes, sir!

Fuck me now.

Skye halts as soon as she sees me in the room. I’m sure every thought in my head is visible on my face. She has pigtails tied with white and blue ribbons in matching colors for her cheerleader outfit. The shirt, if one can call it that, is not much bigger than a bra and ties in the front. I think it’s called a halter top. Her small breasts pop on top, making them look twice as big. Her ribs, stomach, and lower belly are completely bare. The little skirt is low on her hips and flares when she walks. She has sneakers on instead of the expected heels she hates so much. We’re both frozen in place. I’m painfully hard and need to adjust myself, but I can feel River watching me with an all-too-knowing smirk on her face.

“Down, boy.”

She laughs at me.

I can see doubt in Skye’s face.

“This is too much, right?”

She looks at me for confirmation but doesn’t wait for an answer. Skye turns to River.

“I told you it was a bad idea.”

I’m still frozen in place. If I move, it will be to bend Skye over the couch, pull that tiny skirt up, and fuck her until I pass out. Pretty sure neither of them would appreciate it.

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