A wave ofwhite-hot pleasure rushed over me as I finally came, tongue still swirlingaround the head of Logan’s cock as I burst over my hand andstomach, making a sticky mess.
My head spun asI came down, blood rushing in my ears and stars dancing in front of my eyes,the force of my orgasm leaving me breathless.
Logan’scock fell from my mouth with a wet pop, a string of spit connecting the two ofus for another second before it broke.
I sprawled outon top of him, head resting on his belly, and let the couch take most of myweight.
Silence fellover us for long minutes, Logan’s fingers carding through my hairsoftly, smoothing it back into place strand by strand.
The feeling ofbeing socared forwelled up in my chest and made my eyes sting withtears. I wasn’t going to cry, but the idea of someone like Logan—someone sogood—takingcare of me like this was overwhelming.
I didn’tdeserve it.
Did I?
“That was…”Logan began, trailing off. He still sounded dazed.
I smiled. Yeah,he’d remember this. At least I’d given him that.
“Best you’veever had,” I teased.
“Yeah,” he said,voice rough. “Kinda was. Definitely since… y’know.” He paused a moment. “I don’tlet anyone see my leg anymore.”
Oh. Oh,Logan.
My heart hurtfor him. I understood, but he didn’t deserve to feel that way.
“You’reincredible,” I murmured, turning my head into his hand. “Don’t let anyone tellyou otherwise.”
“Thanks,” Loganmumbled in response. That one word was enough to tell me he didn’t reallybelieve it, but heshouldhave.
In a minute we’dhave to get up. There was still packing to do, and with the wedding tomorrow Iwouldn’t have much time to finalize it before we left on Sunday morning.
But for just afew moments, I wanted to lie here, bask in Logan’s warmth, andpretend it was something I was allowed to have.
FOURTEEN
LOGAN
I was never going to get tosleep at this rate. I couldn’t stop thinking about the brain-melting blowjob Ashleyhad given me earlier, or the way we’d gotten up after and just… gone on withthe day.
Ashley hadn’t beenembarrassed. This was normal for him, another day in his life. Nothing hadchanged forhimexcept that he’d had sex with hisbodyguard, which, despite Gray and Fox, I was still pretty sure you weren’tmeant to do.
Was I gay? Or… bi, or whateverFox and Lucas were?
The sex dream, I could writeoff as my tired, stressed brain trying to cope with an unfamiliar situation. Icould twist it around so that it was just my subconscious being weird, the sameway I’dhad a sex dream about Fox once when we’d first met.
Shit.
This was starting to soundlike a pattern.
WasI gay?
Not gay. A quick flickthrough my mental catalog of past experiences told me I was still very muchinto girls.
And also this one guy.
And I’d maybe had acrush on one of my friends?
