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I ran my hands over his damp skin, my heart thudding hard against my breastbone. Logan was letting me touch him while he was naked.
I was touching Logan while he was naked.
He hadn’t even let me or Ezra see him without a shirt since he’d been attacked. When the nurses came to help him in the hospital, he asked us to leave the room.
But now, I was seeing his yellow bruises and the scars littering his body from cuts that had healed. Logan was seeking comfort in my arms while not a stitch of clothing covered a single part of his body.
“The therapist is really good,” Logan suddenly rasped, his warm breath fanning across my neck. I slid my fingertips down his spine, and he shivered, clutching me closer.
He’d been so closed off about therapy. He wouldn’t talk about it, and we all respected his decision. As long as he was going, we were content to wait.
“I’m glad you like her,” I said softly, not understanding what his therapist had to do with why he was sobbing in the shower.
He leaned back and grasped my face in his hands, his fingertips sliding into my hair like they used to. My throat bobbed, a lump forming and lodging itself there. “She told me to stop bottling it all up. So, I came home and had a proper cry. A good one.” A smile tilted his lips. “It felt good to cry, Spencer.”
I leaned back against the wall and slowly slid my hands down until I was grasping his hips. I licked my lips, running my eyes over him. Drinking him in. I hadn’t seen him like this in so long, and God, I fucking missed him.
“You’re letting me touch you,” I murmured. Logan wasn’t hard, but I didn’t need him to be. I just wanted to touch him like I was now without him drawing into himself or damn near having a panic attack.
“I missed you touching me,” he said quietly. “I’ve still got a lot to work through, but I just—this is enough for me right now.”
I swallowed thickly, looking up at his face. Our eyes met. “I want whatever you can give me, Logan,” I told him honestly. “I love you. Your heart. Your soul. Your body is just extra.” I slid my hands along his pecs before dragging them down his abs, stopping right before his happy trail. I didn’t want to ruin whatever was happening by touching him too close to his cock. “I just want you.”
He leaned forward and curled his fingers around my chin before kissing me like he used to. Logan slid his tongue into my mouth, claiming me. Owning me. I moaned softly, my fingers diving into his dark hair to tug on the strands. He groaned and kissed me harder, sucking on my tongue before pulling back and resting our heads together.
His cock was hard between us, poking me in my belly button.
He glanced down, a husky laugh spilling past his lips. “Guess I’m not broken after all.”
I pressed a kiss to his cheek, tightening my hold on him. “No one could ever break you, Logan. You’re hurt but never broken. Remember that.”
He nuzzled my cheek before pulling my lips back to his, kissing me like if he didn’t, he might die. And I eagerly submitted to him, letting him have the control and set the pace.
* * *
“Ah, fuck, I missed out on cuddles?” Ezra asked as he stepped into my bedroom. His hair was still damp from his shower after practice, and he was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants that left nothing to the imagination, outlining the shape of his cock. A tight, white t-shirt clung to his biceps and was pulled tight across his broad chest.
“Well, come on then,” Logan grunted, pulling me tighter to him, our legs tangled beneath the blankets.
Ezra slid on the bed in front of me, and my two guys sandwiched me between them, just like they used to. Leaning up on his elbow, Ezra’s arm wrapped around my midsection, and he smiled at Logan. “You look lighter.”
“Therapy is going to be good for me,” Logan told him. “Jaxon, as usual, was right.”
My dad snorted from the doorway, and I looked over at him in surprise. “I usually am. Come on down. I brought pizzas.”
“Fuck yes,” Ezra grunted, rolling off the bed. I snorted. “I’m starving.”
I rolled my eyes. “When aren’t you?”
Logan released me and got off the bed. Then, surprising the hell out of Ezra, he pulled Ezra to him and kissed him, slotting their bodies together. I dug the heel of my hand into my crotch, willing my dick to stay down. But hell, it was near impossible when they looked so damn good together.
Ezra’s pale skin was a stark contrast to Logan’s tan complexion. And whereas Ezra’s hair was blonde, Logan’s was so dark, it was almost black. Even their eyes were two different shades.
Ezra bound his thick arms around Logan’s narrow frame, a sigh escaping his lips as they slowed the kiss. Finally, they pulled apart, both of them breathing heavily.
“That was unexpected,” Ezra finally croaked, licking his swollen lips after.
Logan shrugged. “I’m forcing myself out of the protective box I’ve put myself in,” he explained. He looked over at me and released Ezra, holding his hand out. “Come on, pretty boy. That pizza smells fucking delicious.”
