Page 89 of Hearts Storm

His eyes glint with mischief.

“Okaaay. Just what kind of game are you suggesting?”

“Tonight, you and I are going to do everything we can to make him squirm. So much so that inside of maybe…” He cants his head back and forth. “…I don’t know. An hour? He’ll be so on edge, he will have no choice but to come over and rip you out of my arms. Whaddya say? Deal?”

A tiny thrill skims up the back of my neck, scalp tingling at the thought of Logan storming across the room, ripping me out of Brex’s arms, yanking me against his chest as he spins me across the dance floor.

Downing the last of my wine, I switch my empty glass with a flute of champagne off a tray from a passing waiter, and down it in one go.

Setting the empty flute down on the table beside me, I slip my palm into his offered hand. “Deal.”

Brex’s grin lights up his whole face. “That’s my girl. Now.” Leaning in a couple of inches, he waggles his eyebrows. “Let’s go show that grumpy ass what he’s missing, yeah?”

thirty-eight

LOGAN

You’re a dick.

I assume you’re referring to me asking Reyna to the gala?

LOGAN

…

You snooze. You lose.

LOGAN

LOL See you on the dance floor.

Holy fuck. My dick is seriously refusing to behave right now. What’s a guy gotta do to mess with his best friend’s head without all the blood in his body rushing south?

I’ve been subtly skimming my hand just under the line of Reyna’s dress and over her back, but her shivers and quiet, startled intakes of breath are not fucking helping.

At. All.

“How’re you doing, Pretty? Is this too much?”

All she does is shake her head. Her hair smells amazing, and I have the sudden urge to bury my face in it. Shove my dick in her tight, wet cunt. But this isn’t about me; this is about warming her up for Logan.

Shit, just call me Mr. Fluffer.

We need to get him to break. And if I know Logan—which, trust me, I do—torturing myself and Reyna is the only way this shit is going to work. It’s also tons of fun.

Just need to keep my cock sandwiched between us so I don’t scandalize half of Lakeside. It’ll only add another notch to my notorious ‘fuckboy persona’ belt. And now that Pretty is in the picture, those days are long gone.

Tilting her head so her mouth is closer to my ear, Reyna murmurs, “Do you think it’s working?”

I shift my gaze over to where Logan is standing with a bunch of retired fire captains. Jaw set, it’s more than obvious he’s having a hard time splitting his attention between where my hands are, and the group of men in front of him.

Grinning into her hair, I watch as he adjusts his stance before downing the rest of his drink.

Seems his voyeuristic tendencies are kicking in. My guess is he’s fighting against a hard on just as much as I am right now.

“Looks like he’s close to breaking, Pretty,” I murmur.

She pulls back to look at me, gifting me with a smile. “Good.”