“Here ya go,” Devon said as he came bouncing back into my room. He handed me one of the beers while placing his on my nightstand. When he asked if I wanted a beer, I agreed. However, what I really wanted was for him to leave me alone for a few minutes as he went to get them.
I watched him reach for the band of his sweats, ready to take them off.
“Yeah, I think it might be time for you to head out,” I said. Most guys were not accustomed to being the one used. They were more familiar with initiating the one-night stand rather than the other way around.
When Devon and I met in the cafeteria earlier today, I knew he was smitten. I knew I needed a release. Something to take my mind off what, or who, it’s been focusing on lately. He jumped at the offer to meet me at my place tonight.
His hand froze on the elastic of his pants, and his eyes turned down. He wasn’t going to push, no guy would for fear of further embarrassment.
“I’ve got some homework to get done, and it’s getting late,” I offered, hoping it would ease whatever it was he was feeling.
He looked pathetic. And sad.
“Yeah, me too, I should get going.” He raced to put the rest of his clothes on. “Maybe we can hook up this weekend, my frat is having a party. I’ll send you the location.”
Sitting up in bed, I offered him a curt nod, but no other reassurances. He started his approach, making a move to come closer.
“See ya, Devon.” I dismissed him.
No kiss goodbye, that was my rule. They couldn’t think this was more than it was. I stayed on the other side of my bed, facing my window, my back to him.
I made it very clear to him earlier that this was sex and sex only. And he was on board.
He read the room. I heard his steps stop and pivot while he reached for his keys on my desk. He lingered, I guess hoping I’d get up or say something else. But once he realized it wasn’t happening, he went for the door.
“Oh, hey man,” he said to someone as he pulled it open.
His words made me jump from my bed. It was a knee-jerk reaction, not one I thought through. The door remained open as he greeted the only other guy it could be.
There was no response from Logan, no verbal response anyway. His fixed look moved over the head of Devon directly to me.
“Yeah, um, see ya, Ava,” Devon said before sidling past the looming figure in the hallway.
I stood next to my bed in my black lace bra and thong.
With Logan staring at me.
It should have bothered me; I should have rushed for my robe or jumped back into my bed. Instead, I remained where I was, staring back at him.
I saw the slow swallow of his throat, the saliva working hard to pass over his pronounced Adam’s apple. His blue eyes grew dark as his gaze lingered.
My nipples hardened under his scrutiny. And I worked hard to not rub my thighs together to tend to the building sensation down there.
Christ, I just had sex. Albeit, it wasn’t the best I’ve had, but he got me off. I shouldn’t be this turned on simply by a guylookingat me.
Then he turned abruptly and headed for his room
“I’m gonna eat,” he said over his shoulder without looking back. “Then I’m showering. Get dressed, we’re working when I’m done.”
I was downstairsfor at least thirty minutes alone. There was no one else home, and I didn’t know where the others were. Becca was most likely with Ty, but Macie hadn’t answered my text. She and I were supposed to have a talk tonight, so she should’ve been here.
Staring at the front door, I willed her to walk through it. There was no way I wanted to be alone with Logan, not after what happened upstairs.
It wasn’t that I was afraid of him. No, I don’t think I was. Which took me off guard.
There were other things I was more afraid of at the moment.
“Ready?”
