1 God, I’m gonna come.
NINE
Only if It’s with You
LOGAN
I open my eyes,taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of Yana’s warm body pressed against mine. She’s curled into me, her hair spilling over her pillow, her face relaxed. Fuck, I could stay like this all day. A smile grows on my lips as images from last night appear in my mind. My body heats, the blood in my veins like a sizzling fire.
Our encounter was mind-blowing.
It probably should’ve felt wrong. Instead, it felt incredibly right. Making Yana come while Camden watched every flick of my fingers over her clit, and then watching him kiss her and eat her out? I’ve never been more turned on than I was yesterday, especially when Cam brought her into her room and the three of us ended up tangled together.
It was like my world clicked into place. Like that was exactly how it should’ve been from the start. Yana, Camden, and me. I didn’t feel even an ounce of jealousy. The moment she reached for him, I knew that if I was going to share her with anyone, it could only be him—my best friend.
Slowly, I lift my head, searching for him, only to find his side of the bed empty. A niggle of disappointment threads through me.
I ease out of bed, doing my best not to jostle Yana, and check the time. When I realize it’s only eight, my eyebrows hit my hairline. Why is he up so early?
On silent feet, I head to the bathroom to wash my face and relieve myself, then I pad to the kitchen.
Camden is leaning against the counter with a mug in his hand, dressed in a black hoodie and sweatpants, his hair a mess. His eyes are locked on mine, but he doesn’t greet me. He doesn’t smile either.
Unease replaces disappointment. What’s gotten into him?
“Merry Christmas,” I say, reaching for a mug in the cupboard.
“Uh-huh,” he grumbles in response. “There’s coffee if you want.”
“Thanks.”
I fill my cup and prop my hip against the counter, studying him. He looks the opposite of how I feel. While I’m exhilarated, excited, he looks gloomy and closed off.
But why?
“How long have you been up?” I ask, deciding to go easy on him instead of interrogating him.
“Ten minutes.”
I blink. “But when I woke up?—”
“I slept in my room.”
Confusion joins the sensations swirling in my head. “Why?”
He chuckles dryly. “Do I really need to spell it out for you?”
“That’d be great, yeah, because I don’t get it.”
“You and Yana are together. And I’m the third wheel.”
I lower my mug to the counter without even taking a sip. “Are you seriously telling me you feel like a third wheel after what happened last night?”
“And what exactly happened last night?” he snaps. “We all got drunk, and things got out of hand. Forced proximity and all that shit.”
“We were drinking, but none of us weredrunk. We all knew what we were doing,” I tell him, ducking in hopes of snagging his attention.
“Really?” he huffs. “You would’ve shared your girl with me if you were sober?”
