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“You needed Daddy.”

He makes a whimpering, needy noise, and I have to stop myself from holding him tighter, from carrying him into the bedroom and continuing what we started. I need to cool down. He just came, and he needs to be taken care of. That’s my only priority right now—my own pleasure can wait, though my cock aches with need.

“How… How about you?” Oliver asks, glancing down between our bodies.

“Shower first. I’ll get you a towel.”

His gaze falls in disappointment, but he climbs out of my lap and lets me guide him toward the bathroom. As I hear him showering, I figure I’ll distract myself by doing dishes, but I don’t get that far. I end up gripping the kitchen counter with both hands, my shoulders tensing up, fearing the regret that I know is coming.

I did what I swore I wouldn’t do. We kissed. We touched. I set something in motion that can’t be undone, and when he comes out of that shower, I have no idea how I’m supposed to suppress my need for him now. My control is slipping, and I don’t know how to get it back.

Then don’t, a voice cuts through my tormented mind. Give in. You know he wants you, and you know you’re not ruining his life by being with him.

I don’t know that, I want to say, but there’s no use in arguing. There’s only giving in.

14. TEACH ME

Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.

In the shower, my brain repeats those two words as it replays what happened only minutes ago.

I sat in his lap. We kissed, and what a kiss it was. I didn’t mean to come, but my body acted on its own, pressing against him until I reached my peak. I fucking came, and he didn’t get mad.

The twins were right. I was clear with him, I told him what I wanted, and he didn’t push me away.

I’m not sure what all of this means. All I know is that I want to be close to him again. Now I know, at least to a point, what it would feel like to have sex with him. How warm he feels, how soft, and how his beard scratched my skin, his groan in my mouth as I came…

Holy shit, I’m getting hard again. How is that even possible?

I soap myself up quickly and rinse off, not touching myself more than necessary. I already got off; I can’t be greedy. Logan won’t want that. He’s probably regretting it right now, and I’ll have to go back to longing for him like a lovestruck idiot. God, I really hope he doesn’t regret it. I hope he’s not mad at me for making this happen.

My boxers and jeans are stained with cum, so I get dressed in only my T-shirt and tie a towel around my hips before I leave the bathroom. Logan is in the kitchen, washing the dishes like nothing happened.

“Daddy?”

He turns around to face me. When I glance down at his crotch and see his bulge, my breath catches, and I suddenly feel terrible for leaving him in that state. I came, and he didn’t. I’d go down on my knees right now, but I’m not sure what would happen if I did. He still looks conflicted—tormented by guilt and all the reasons why he thinks we shouldn’t, and maybe also by all the reasons why we should.

“Daddy…” I reach out for his arm, and as soon as I do, he grabs my wrist. One shallow breath, and he backs me up against the fridge.

“Tell me again,” he grits out, towering over me.

“T-tell you what?”

“That we’re not going too far.” He grips my chin with his index finger and thumb, forcing me to meet his fiery gaze. “That you want this.”

“We’re not. I want it so bad.” I wait, my breaths coming in short bursts. When he does nothing but close his eyes, as if he’s hesitating again, I grow impatient, gripping his shirt. “Do you⁠—”

Before I have time to finish the question, he swoops down and kisses me.

Just a peck at first, then he pulls back and looks me in the eye. When he sees what he’s looking for—whatever it is—he dives back in, pushing his lips to mine. I can’t hold back a whimper, and with his fingers on my chin, he pulls my jaw down so my lips part, deepening our connection in every single way.

It started soft and hesitant, but soon, there’s nothing soft about the kiss. As our tongues meet, my knees literally buckle, and Logan doesn’t skip a beat; he grabs my thighs and wraps my legs around his waist, then he lifts me onto the counter and breaks the kiss to look into my eyes.

“Oh my God,” I breathe, head spinning.

“Is this okay?”

My towel has slid down to the floor so I’m fully exposed, and Logan stands between my legs, adding a pressure there that makes me moan. I stare down between our bodies, my cock sandwiched between my stomach and his crotch.