Placing a little kiss on his shoulder, we untangle ourselves and fall onto the bed next to Charlie. As I let an incredible post-orgasm sleep take me, I think about whether my life's prize isn't already exactly having these two with me.
Chapter 33
Ethan
"You need to stop looking at me like you want to eat me up," I warn Logan in a murmur, after catching him staring at me for the third time in that one class. Even though we're in different programs, him in Marketing and me in Physical Education, this semester we'd taken Communications as a shared elective, plus, of course, the Statistics class.
And yes, I knew his "thinking about all kinds of inappropriate and indecent things" expression well, since I'd lived with it being directed at plenty of girls over the years and at Charlie whenever we were together, but I still wasn't used to the expression being used on me.
Logan lets out a low laugh from his spot in the chair beside me.
"But it's exactly what I want," he whispers back, giving me his best scoundrel smile. I shoot him a judgmental look andshake my head no, but on the inside my cock and my brain are reacting with pure excitement.
Luckily my heart is too lost in this romantic mess I've gotten into to react in any way.
"You did it all weekend, sweetheart, wasn't that enough?" I pretend to complain while doodling circles on the edge of my notebook, an automatic gesture. I feel him lean in even closer to answer against my ear.
"I don't know if I'll ever have enough of you and Char, sweetheart," he confesses, and I shiver.
Seductive son of a gun.
I lift my face to look around and check whether anyone is actually paying attention to us. Luckily, that doesn't seem to be the case. Logan and I always pick the back of the room, and this isn't a very crowded class, so the closest person is about three rows ahead. Some are paying attention to the presentation one of our classmates is giving, but most are focused on their own notebook, tablet, or laptop. So I feel more at ease staring at the player beside me.
"Even so, everyone doesn't need to find out," I shoot back, but Logan just shrugs, settling into his chair.
"We live together. Rumors about us hooking up were always going around. After Charlie, then, the whispers evolved into all of us sleeping together," he says, unbothered. I can't resist a little laugh, because it was true.
"Okay, and we are, but..." I stop for a moment as I think about how to explain this much less fun part of real life. "One thing is people gossiping about us sharing Charlie, another is them realizing we're more of a throuple than a simple threesome. Naughtiness in the sports world? Completely normal. Expected, even. But two bisexual players? The thing gets a lot more complicated. The prejudice is very real, Loey," I say, unable to keep from feeling angry. I was never going to understand why who I love or fuck could have any importance in my football career.
An athlete who cheats on his wife and has a kid with every woman? "Beautiful, wonderful, give him a round of applause!"
An LGBT athlete? "Oh no, now that's too much, kick him out of the league!"
Ugh, real hatred rises in me just thinking about it.
And I didn't plan on staying in the closet much longer. My numbers this season were incredible and we had the Bowl game practically in hand, and if the NFL didn't draft me just because of my sexuality, it would hurt, but I'd move on with other plans. Whether that was looking into leagues in other countries with a more open mind, or opening my own football school. If the change wasn't going to happen because of me, then I'd foster the change from the ground up.
And everyone could go screw themselves.
But Logan didn't even understand his own sexuality yet, didn't know the consequences of what we were doing could cause for his career.
I watch him clench his jaw and cross his arms.
"That's fucking unfair," he complains, his voice louder than it should be, and we earn a reproachful look from the professor. I shoot him an apologetic smile and lean in even closer to Logan so I can continue the conversation without drawing attention.
"I know, but for now that's how things are. You don't want to ruin your career before you even know whether what's happening between us is just something passing and..." I start, but I'm interrupted.
"Believe me, Tanny, there's nothing that would take me back to heterosexuality now. I'm not going to be a 'party bi,'" he assures, and I raise an eyebrow at him.
"You've been bi for two minutes and you already want to beat your chest, huh?" I shoot back, sounding sarcastic, and I earn a slow smile from the blond, at the same time as he leans toward my face until I feel his breath and a mischievous hand settles on my thigh under the table.
"What I want to beat is your ass later while I bury your cock in my throat," the bastard murmurs with mischief dripping from his lips. I swallow hard, my whole body heating up automatically, especially in the area where his hand squeezes eagerly and the arousal goes straight to my groin. "And you know I never go back on my decisions."
We spend a few seconds in this game of staring at each other while palpable arousal spreads through the air and my mouth waters with the urge to kiss him, but I barely controlmyself and pull our bodies apart, discreetly removing his hand from my leg.
I reach for the water bottle in my backpack and take long sips, praying the cold drink helps me cool down my mind and body. Not missing it, Logan laughs quietly beside me, but out of the corner of my eye I can see him also having to adjust in his chair and disguise the bulge forming in his pants.
"Okay then, Mr. Decisive. Never mind what I said. Just promise you'll think a little longer about the consequences, okay? And for the love of God, stop flirting with me in public!"
