There’s a wicked glint lighting up his gaze now, and once again, I’m slammed with that inexplicable urge to just…take a fucking bite. So I do the next best thing by kissing him, slowly molding my mouth to his for a few seconds, then gently nipping his bottom lip before pulling away.
“I’ll see you at home, all right?” I murmur.
He nods, and I can’t stop myself from stealing one more kiss, despite knowing we’ll both be back at the house—alone—within the hour. It doesn’t matter, though. I’m an addict when it comes to Logan Reed, and I will take whatever fix I can get, regardless of how small.
After I somehow extract myself from him, I pull open his car door, allowing him to slide into the driver’s seat. But before I close it, I lean down in the opening and cock my head.
“Oh, and Little Reed? The answer is yes.”
“Yes?” he echoes, brows drawn together.
And now it’s my turn to shoot him a devious look.
“Yes, I’ll be your valentine.”
Twenty-Five
Logan
It’s been almost an hour since Camden left me at my car in the arena parking lot, and there’s still no sign of him at the townhouse. The place is dead quiet, save for the occasional creak of the foundation settling, and it’s making me uneasy.
I know he mentioned needing to head back in for something he forgot, but he should be back by now. Unless maybe he ran into my uncle and they got to talking?
But then why isn’t he answering his texts?
As if sensing my worry, my phone buzzes on my mattress beside me, and I grab for it immediately.
Camden: Can you help me in the rec room?
I let out a little scoff after my relief subsides. Because of course he’s already here, and I’ve been lowkey panicking for no reason. The real question is what the hell he’s doing down in the rec room.
I know in the era of my brother and all his jock-mates living here, it was party central. Pretty sure they somehow got a keg down there at one point—at least I hope that’s what the stain in the back corner is from. But since they all graduated and left, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Camden set foot down there.
Come to think of it, I don’t know ifIhave more than ahandful of times either, outside of movie nights with the girls.
Me: Why didn’t you tell me you were home? And why do you need me to come down there? Did the girls turn it into a woman cave or something before they left for the night?
Camden: Can you do anything without asking a bunch of questions first?
My lips curl into a smirk, all frustration gone, and I lift my phone and start recording a voice message.
“Oh, is that an issue? Because it’s a trait that’s rubbed off from spending so much time withyou.” I pause, grinning when I notice my double entendre, before deciding to add, “Rubbing off in more ways than one, apparently.”
I hit send before I can think better of it.
The banter between us has become more flirty and dirty as of late, and I’m really enjoying it. A lot. He has a way of bringing it out of me just by being his quirky, happy self. It’s infectious, making it nearly impossible to resist having a bit of fun right along with him.
His reply is also a voice message, and it has my lips rolling inward as I hit play.
“You never fail to surprise me with that dirty mouth, Little Reed,”he muses, his voice low and seductive as it comes through the speaker. He laughs then, the husky sound going straight to my dick.“I don’t know why, when I’ve seen firsthand what that mouth can do, and it’s quite filthy. But I’ll sweeten the deal for you, all right? If you come down here to help me, maybe a little later you can take a turn rubbing off on me instead.”
A little zap of lust slices through my stomach at the picture he’s painting, and I’m off my bed and down in the living room in two seconds flat. It’s a slightly embarrassing reaction, but what can I say? The promise of sex will always win out—especially when it’s with Cam.
Though, I do have half the thought to go back upstairs and put his jersey on again and let him play out that little fantasy of his.
Pulling open the door to the basement, the first thing I notice is the lights are off, but there’s a faint glow illuminating the room below, as if the television is on. Except there’s no sound.
What the hell?
