He was fucking glorious to look at.
His eyes went right to mine, but didn’t linger. I saw the nerves in them, but also the excitement. He was probably regretting having his female roommates at this party, that was for sure.
In the craziness, I was pushed away from Becca and Macie. They were nowhere to be found as I frantically scanned the horde of people. I found a chair along the wall and stood on it to get a better view of the coming events and to find my roommates. As soon as I did, I immediately spotted them in the center of the room, not too far from Logan. The wide grins as they ogled him had me laughing.
Suddenly, one of the guys from the team demanded our attention. He was a big guy with muscles that rivaled Logan’s. His dark hair was a bit long, hitting his shoulders, and he wore a ballcap over it. The beer in his hand spilled from its cup as his arms flung about while quieting the group.
“OK, settle down, especially the female folk. I know, he’s one of the hotter ones, you’re lucky girls. And one of you is going to get luckier!”
All the girls started whistling and hollering.
My stomach dropped.
The others were pushing to get closer to the dark-haired one and Logan. Logan stood stoic behind him, hands clasped and hanging low. I knew he was trying to cover himself, and he did a great job making it look casual, but his hands just didn’t do the job. His manhood was still visible.
“Logan here tells me he doesn’t have a girlfriend.”
Louder hollers from the crowd.
Shit.
“That changes things a bit, allows us to, well, up the ante…,” the guy said. “So, some guys from the team are going to walk through the crowd and pick the lucky girl who gets to spend some time with our new teammate.”
A few of the guys started mulling through the crowd, flirting with the girls, encouraging their rowdy behavior. When I looked below me, Becca and Macie stared back.
“We have to make ourselves scarce,” Becca yelled up at me.
She reached for my hand and the three of us went for the stairs. We knew none of us could be chosen as his “girl.”
But I could, couldn’t I?
As we weaved our way through the crowd, being tossed and thrown, I tried to find Logan but couldn’t. Macie pushed me from behind until my foot hit a step and we headed up. The room I had just been in was now occupied with a couple on the couch close to having sex. We pushed through that room and made our way to the kitchen.
“Oh my god, this party is crazy,” Macie said as she took a seat on a stool. “And christ, did you guys get a look at Logan?”
Becca whined. “I tried not to, he’s like a freaking brother to me. It was kinda gross to see his ass up there, I’ll be honest. But no one can deny he has a great body. He works hard for it.”
“We were looking for you before,” Macie said to me. “Where did you go?”
The lump in my throat was the size of an apple.
“I had to go to the bathroom.”
After that, I remained quiet, letting the two of them talk as I strained to hear what was happening below us in the basement. The hollering suddenly became ear piercing but then went silent.
It had to be over.
“I think we can go back now, guys.” I stood from my seat.
They filed behind me as we made our way through the next room, eyes on the floor to avoid the couple still going at it on the couch. When we made it to the door to the basement, though, it flew open.
Shooting through the doorway was a naked Logan holding hands with a pretty redhead. She was giggling as he pulled her with him, her hand reaching out for his naked ass.
He stopped dead when he saw us, our eyes connecting. His hand dropped hers as she rammed into the back of him while coming through the door.
“Hey, guys,” he said, looking at the three of us. But his eyes kept returning to mine. There was an apology in them somewhere, but I couldn’t accept it.
“Logan, dude, cover up that white ass,” Becca chided.
