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"You're making every five am weight lifting session and three a day workouts suddenly worth it, princess," he says heatedly as I unabashedly devour the view.
Logan walks in just then and sighs. "Of course you're not wearing a shirt," he comments, rolling his eyes. "Just had to make sure there was no competition."
From my point of view, Logan is just as delicious. Leaner than Quaid, with the body of a swimmer rather than a football player, it is obvious that Logan takes good care of his body. I want to rip his tank top off and lick every inch of his golden skin. I'm sure that Quaid and Logan would both taste delicious.
As would Carter.
I once again forcibly push Carter out of my mind.
"You both are beautiful," I suddenly squeak out, causing Quaid to snort and a relieved glimmer to appear in Logan's eyes.
"Right back at you, princess," Quaid drawls as he walks over to the bed.
I feel like a timid virgin in this moment. Like I'd not only never had sex, but I'd never been this close to a boy before.
They were turning me inside out. I'd been wild about their bodies as a teenager, but this lust I was feeling was on a whole other level.
Quaid lays down next to me, pulling my body towards his as if we'd been doing this for the past decade. Although he's trying to act confident, I can feel his hands trembling as they touch me. It's hard to comprehend that I could have that effect on the god lying in bed with me.
Logan watches us for a minute, what looks like a million thoughts flicking through his head as he does so. He finally seems to come to a decision, and he walks to the bed, getting in on the other side of me.
I'm finding it hard to breathe honestly with both of them beside me like this. Images of the one magical night I had with the three of them flash through my brain, only making the heat building up inside of me worse.
A sharp pain suddenly courses through my head, another signal that I've overdone it. I squeeze my eyes closed in agony, my breath coming out in pants now, not because of how turned on I am, but because of how much pain I'm experiencing.
"Val?" Logan asks urgently, touching my face softly. I let out a small moan at his touch. When my head starts to hurt like this, I actually hate to be touched, but somehow Logan's hand feels soothing. I lean into it and crack open my eyes, tears squeezing out because I can't even have one fucking night off from the knowledge that I'm actively dying.
"Just jetlag," I finally breathe when I can tell that they're both about to explode if I don't give some explanation.
There would be men in my past who would have gotten upset at this moment that they're obviously not going to get the happy ending I'd been tempting them with all night.
But not these men. Quaid carefully pulls me even closer to him as Logan scoots closer from my other side.
I would usually take even more pills at this moment, anything to knock me out and save me from my pulsing headache. But I don't this time. Not just because I don't want to let on just how bad my head feels, but also because their skin against mine after so long honestly feels like the best medicine in the world.
Logan pulls away for a moment to turn off the lamp, drowning the room in blissful darkness. I sigh when he comes back to me and I'm enveloped between both of them. It feels like forever since I felt this comfortable…this safe.
There are a million things that need to still be said. There are a million things we still need to discuss, but somehow, the three of us fall asleep.
And for the first time in forever, the dreams I have only have happy endings.
Chapter 10
Then
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Quaid
“For the millionth time, the answer is no, Quaid. We are just too old for trick or treating,” Logan says as he continues to blast away at the zombie he's been trying to win over for what feels like forever now.
“That’s blasphemy, Logan!”
“No, it’s not. We're thirteen. Actually, come to think of it, I'll be fourteen next month. So no way am I going trick or treating like some little kid.”
“But we are kids!” I shout.
“You might be, but I’m not. Go ask Carter if you want to go so bad.”
