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“Need to hurry,” Ezra rumbled. “She’ll be taking her smoke break soon.”
Logan slid out and punched back in. A shocked cry ripped from my lips, a loud moan following immediately after. Ezra cursed and slipped his tongue back into my mouth. His hands covered Logan’s on my hips, and that was all it took. Both of them holding me while connecting with each other like that sent me over the edge, and I desperately wrapped my hands around my cock, spilling into my hands, my eyes practically rolling back in my head.
“Shit,” Logan hissed. “Fuck. Fuuuuuck. I’m coming,” he growled.
His fingertips dug into my hips hard enough to hurt, and then I felt his thrusts become short and erratic. My name was a low growl on his lips as he spilled into the condom.
I sagged forward against Ezra, being careful to keep my messy hands away from his clothes. He pressed kisses to my cheeks and eyelids as he righted my clothes. Then, he led me over to a water spigot. After turning it on for me, I kneeled and began to rinse my hands off.
I had just turned the water off and turned back around when the librarian shoved the door open, glaring at the three of us. I froze, my heart in my throat.
Fuck. We’d been caught.
“What are you three doing out here?” she demanded.
“Taking a break and getting air,” Logan drawled, ever the chill one when it came to authority and getting in trouble. “Kind of like you do, I imagine,” he said pointedly, giving her a knowing look.
Her face colored the slightest bit. “Get inside,” she growled. “Don’t let me catch you three out here again, understand?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Ezra told her. He grabbed my hand in his and towed me past her. Logan lazily walked in behind us. My hands trembled as Ezra led me to the bathroom near the entrance of the library.
“Fuck, we almost got caught,” I hissed once I was washing my hands.
Logan snickered and nuzzled into the curve of my neck, his arms wrapping around me from behind. “I told you I’d get what I needed later, didn’t I?” he asked.
I snorted. “Yeah, you did.” He grinned as he rested his chin on my shoulder, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. Ezra moved in beside me, his phone lifted up, pointing at the mirror. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. Once he pulled back, he smiled down at the phone.
I glanced over, swallowing thickly at the image the three of us made. Logan was still wrapped around me, but he was watching me and Ezra as we kissed, his eyes saying everything he didn’t with his words.
I let loose a small, shaky breath, lost for words.
CHAPTER 18
Spencer
Dad, oddly enough, did not seem to care that I was dating two guys at the same time. He’d simply asked, “Are you happy?” the night he met Logan and Ezra, and when I responded with, “Yeah, Dad, I am,” he just nodded and let it go. We settled on the couch and watched some sports highlights before I started yawning and went up to bed.
Weeks had passed since that day, and things were smooth sailing for me, Ezra, and Logan. Their grades had drastically improved to the point that at least twice a week, some random senior would come up and ask me to tutor them as well. Ezra and Logan were always quick to let them know I wasn’t available. And I could have tutored them, but my boyfriends were a bit… possessive. And they didn’t like sharing me with anyone but themselves.
“Halloween party this weekend,” Ezra announced as he strode up to me, Logan right next to him. That was another thing everyone had to get used to around here—Ezra and Logan actually being nice to each other. Shelby and I knew they were definitely more, but Logan still wasn’t letting either of us reveal our actual relationship. Everyone just thought I was dating both of them with both of them knowing, and they were just trying to win me over.
Somehow, in the minds of our student body, me being a two-timer was a better alternative to being in a throuple.
“I don’t like parties,” I told him.
Shelby popped up at my other side and arched a brow at me. “Who the hell doesn’t like parties, you psycho?”
I rolled my eyes at her. “Take a look in the mirror.”
Logan wrapped an arm around my waist and hooked the fingers of his other hand around my jaw, turning my head to face him so he could smooth his lips over mine. I easily submitted to him, letting him coax my lips apart and slip his tongue inside to taste me.
“Christ, share him, would you?” Ezra asked. Then, he was turning my head away from Logan and claiming my mouth as his. His kiss was a little rougher, a little more demanding, and he groaned, his tongue sliding with mine before he pulled back, winking at Logan. I was a dazed, confused, horny mess. “He tastes like mint.”
Logan smirked and showed us a piece of gum on the end of his tongue as he leaned a shoulder against the locker next to mine. “Why don’t you want to go to the party?” Logan asked as I spun the dial to open my locker. “It’s a costume party. Could be a lot of fun.”
“Parties are usually just a bunch of teens getting high and drunk.” I shrugged. “Not really my scene.”
Ezra grabbed my books from me when I pulled them out. I used to argue, saying I could carry them, but I’d long ago realized I would just waste my breath every time. “We don’t have to drink?—”
