But, just like last time, he surprised me.
“I will.”
It was enough. It had to be.
I gave him a final nod before turning to leave the club. At the edge of the dance floor, Logan stepped into my path. “Where are you going? Things were just getting interesting.”
A growl slipped free from me as the realisation hit me. “You set a compulsion net up around Reid.”
“So?” Logan’s expression was innocent. Too fucking innocent. “Just doing my job, keeping him safe.”
“You knew I was here.”
“Obviously. I’d be a shitty spy if I didn’t.”
It was easy to forget this darker side of Logan existed sometimes. He was so blasé and light-hearted, it masked the dangerous mind lurking behind his eyes. “You set the net knowing he’d blame me for it and call me out. You knew we’d end up talking.”
“If I did, you’ll never prove it.”
“Well thanks,” I snapped. “Your grand idea had me fucking things up even more. At this rate, Reid won’t ever want me in his life.”
Logan wasn’t bothered by the fury in my tone, simply twirling the straw in his cocktail as he raised a brow. “Oh? And why would that upset you? I thought this was just about keeping Reidsafe.”
His words slammed into me. “It is. Of course it is. What else would it be?”
Logan tutted before patting my chest. “That’s what youneed to be asking yourself. Don’t worry though, I’ll be here when you work it out.”
He sauntered off towards Reid, leaving me with nothing but confusing thoughts and an ache in my chest that wouldn’t quit.
Knowing Logan was due to switch with Calan after the club, I didn’t bother going back to Reid’s place. Instead, I made tracks towards the main house. I didn’t shift, walking the eight miles in human form in an effort to burn off some of the restless energy under my skin.
It didn’t work.
As I let myself into my bedroom, I knew it was pointless to try and sleep. My wolf was restless, whining as he prowled within.
He’d finally had Reid where he wanted him, in our arms, only for me to walk away. Which had been the right thing to do.
I wouldn’t lie though—that near kiss was going to haunt me. As was the memory of how his hard length had brushed against me. The breathy sounds he’d made as we gyrated on the dance floor.
I threw myself onto my bed and pushed the heels of my hands against my eyes. It did nothing to erase the image of Reid’s parted lips, the pink tongue I desperately wanted to feel against mine.
My cock was aching inside my jeans. I unbuttoned them and shoved them off to give myself room. That was the only reason.
I wasn’t getting myself off to the thought of Reid.
I wasn’t.
Then why are you grabbing the lube and slicking up your hand?
Why are you touching yourself, Ev?
Was it wrong that even my inner voice sounded like Reid? The man was fuckinghauntingme.
And the worst part?
I wasn’t even upset about it.
It’s fine,I reassured myself as I stroked my cock.It’s just a one-off.
