“Thanks for the run,” I say, too earnest to cover. “And the… everything.”
He searches my face, something soft knocking at the edges of his eyes. “Anytime.”
The word lodges in my chest, heavier than it should be. Because I believe him. Because I think if I asked, if I pushed harder, he’d give me more thananytime.
And that is exactly what I plan to do.
I smile, shouldering my bag. “Keep an eye on your phone today."
His brows twitch, but he doesn’t answer, and I don’t wait for him to. I step out into the morning after saying goodbye to Dusty, the sun now fully risen in the sky. I repeat my morning mantra to myself, feeling it today more than ever.
Wildflowers don’t just bloom in cracks, they split concrete.
And I plan to do the same to Logan Miller.
Chapter fourteen
Most guys hate going down, right?
Logan
Ishould’ve shut it down.
Should’ve told her no, told her she was out of her damn mind, told her to stop looking at me like that.
Instead, I stood there in my own kitchen while Lulu Parnell asked me to teach her how to come. How to enjoy herself on my dick. With my hands. In my bed.
I wanted to say yes. God, I wanted to. Every inch of me was down for it. But she’s Eli’s little sister, my teammate’s family, the one person I have no business even thinking about that way. And she deserves better than a mistake she’ll regret before the sun’s up.
So I played it careful and redirected. Questions, not sex. Safer. Or at least, it’s supposed to be. Except now, standing in the locker room, lacing my skates, my phone won’t shut the fuck up.
The first vibration comes while I’m threading my right lace.
Lulu:Question #1 Why do guys pretend they like kissing necks if they clearly don’t?
I ignore it, but another comes before I’ve even finished tying the left.
Lulu:Question #2: Is there an actual right way to use hands, or is porn lying to us?
Lulu:Question #3: Have you ever faked it?
I nearly choke on my mouthguard.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, but the buzz keeps coming.
By the time Jake slaps my helmet into my lap and tells me to get my ass moving, I’ve got six unread messages, every single one aimed like a sniper rifle at the part of me that’s been trying so hard not to want her.
Lulu:Question #10: Why do dudes think jackhammering = orgasms?
Lulu:Question #11: Be honest—most guys hate going down, right?
The words punch through hard.Hateit? Christ. I couldn’t even pretend. Just the thought of her, thetasteof her—soft,flushed, thighs tight around me—has me choking on air. If she thinks most guys hate it, she’s been with the wrong guys. Absolute idiots.
I clench my jaw and shove my phone deeper into my bag, but the image won’t leave me.
Reid drops onto the bench beside me, wrapping his tape slowly. His eyes dart to my bag, still buzzing, then to my face. “You’re still twitchy.”
“I’m fine.”
