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This is no way to start the day, accusing them of something. It’s none of his business what’s going on with Finn and Landon and launching accusations never ends well.
“Logan, can I speak with you, in private?” I ask, making my way off the bed quickly, and walking toward the small bathroom.
When he doesn’t move right away, I stomp back, grab onto his arm, and tug him with me into the small space.
“What?” he asks as I close the door and lock it. He takes up so much room with his giant, broad body, we’re practically on top of each other.
“Do not throw accusations at them. Not now,” I say, diverting my attention to more important matters.
“I wasn’t accusing. I was being nosy. There’s a difference.”
My hands itch to touch him. What is it about him that draws me so?
I reach out and slide my finger down his sternum and his breath stutters on an exhale.
“Theo,” he whispers, one of his large hands moving to my hip, pulling me closer to him. “You’re touching me.”
Yes. Yes, I am.
I can’t quite seem to stop.
My finger slides down his tight abs, moving over the dry patches of come on his skin. If you take away the utter humiliation of the situation, it’s a sexy fucking look on him.
“You have me all over you,” I mutter.
“I love it,” he says, his eyes hooded.
Outside the door, I can hear Finn and Landon moving about, the two of them chatting about something I can’t quite make out, and I’m in no rush to leave the bathroom.
“I owe you a tutoring session for last night,” I say and Logan swallows, his eyes fixed on my mouth.
“I don’t give a shit about that.”
I slip my hand beneath the waistband of his boxers and trail my finger across the tip of his hard length.
“It needs to be fair,” I say and Logan gulps as my hand engulfs him.
“Don’t care about any of that, Theo,” he replies as I pump him once.
“I care.”
“Why?” he breathes, and I press my lips against his collarbone, tasting him, smelling him.
“I don’t trust men like you,” I admit and that’s the crux of it.
Men like Logan always end up hurting me. My dad, the boys at school. I didn’t enter college unscathed. I have invisible scars from the bullying I was forced to endure.
The things they did to me, to my fragile, naive heart.
You think someone like me would ever be with someone like you?The cruel voice echoes in my head.
“I haven’t done anything to hurt you,” Logan says as I continue sliding my hand over his cock, my lips move up toward his ear and I bite down on the lobe.
“But you will.”
Logan shudders against me, his hips thrusting up as his fingers tighten against me.
“Never,” he breathes, but it’s all lies. I’ve heard that before. Guys like Logan do not fall for guys like me. I’m always the one that gets hurt, and Logan wouldn’t mean it, but he’d do it all the same.
