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“Logan—” I laugh as he yanks the blanket away from my face, triumphantly. His grin is wide and teasing, but the second he looks down at me, something shifts in his expression. The look is so intimate. He releases the blanket and plants his hands on both sides of my head, his weight is pressed into my hips, and I feel my cock start to stiffen beneath him.

Fuck.

He doesn’t move, though, as his smile shifts into something unreadable that looks a lot like desire mixed with confusion. The air changes, and I don’t know if we’re still play-fighting or if…if this is something else.

Can he feel me getting hard?

My pulse is hammering now, and I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do because the urge to buck my hips upinto him is strong.Fuck, I need to get him off of me before I do something stupid.

I swallow hard, hoping my face isn’t giving away everything I’m feeling. “You win,” I say quietly, my voice low. He doesn’t respond at first, doesn’t move, just holds my gaze as my cock presses into him. Once again, I feel like I have no idea how to act around my best friend, but then he rolls off of me.

“Damn right, I do,” he says, shifting onto his back beside me with his grin back in place.

We’re both silent for a moment, apart from the sound of our breathing, and my mind won’t shut up. My dick isdefinitelyhard now just from him straddling me so I think I can rule ‘questioning’ off my list, as I suspected.

I try to count backwards from one hundred, but that’s a pointless tactic because I can still feel the heat of Logan’s body next to mine, feel the phantom weight of him straddling me, the look on his face when he was braced over me like he wanted to?—

Nope.Don’t go there.

My thoughts are doing nothing to calm down my rock hard dick that’s straining against my waistband. I’m almost positive Logan knows too, there’s no way he didn’t feel how hard I was while he was on top of me. The blanket’s notthatthick.

Calm the fuck down, body.

I realize there’s no use in trying to will my erection to go down on its own. It’s not happening because my thoughts won’t stop running wild with images of Logan pinning me down. I literally can’t think of anything other thanhim,and I let out a frustrated blow.

“Logan,” I say, turning my head toward him.

He glances over immediately. “Yeah?”

I hesitate because, what the fuck do I say?I need to come? Can you leave the room for five minutes? Can you stay? Do you want to watch me touch myself this time? I’m horny, will you help?

It sounds ridiculous even in my head. I can’t possibly say these things out loud. But the pressure is unbearable, and Ineedto touch myself. I should lock myself in the bathroom, but if his hearing me record earlier proves anything, it’s that the walls are thin, so I wouldn’t be hiding anything from him, anyway.

I lick my lips and try to find the words. “I’m…” I trail off, clearing my throat before trying again.“I’m still, uh, kinda worked up.”

His brow furrows slightly. “From the scene?”

“From…everything.”

His face breaks into a smirk, gaze dropping pointedly to my staining cock that I knew I wasn’t hiding well before coming back up to meet my eyes. “You mean you’re hard because of that hot-as-hell flip fucking scene you recorded?”

He’s avoiding the real question—the one we’re both pretending not to ask.Am I hard because he straddled my hips?

So I stick with safer territory, too.

“Something like that.” I turn my face away, rubbing a hand over my jaw. “Look, I’ll just…go to the bathroom or something. I figured you might hear me, so I didn’t want to make it weird by not saying anything.” I start to shift, but Logan grabs my wrist, stopping me.

“Wait,” he rasps. His voice is less teasing now, more...something else. “You don’t have to.”

I freeze, my thoughts stuttering to a halt. “What?”

His grip on me isn’t tight, but it’s enough to keep me stuck in place. Well, that and what he just said. I look at him and realize he’s shifted closer to me.

“It’s not like we haven’t jerked off in the same room before.”

“You’re serious?” I ask, half-expecting him to make a joke and roll away from me, which wouldn’t be like him at all, but it would help me process what’s going on.

I mean, sure, we’ve jacked off in the same room before, but that was sophomore year of college when we didn’t have the privacy of our own space in our dorm. But this is different. We’re in bed together. Touching. Horny.Probably from each other.This feels immensely different from anything we’ve done in the past, and just the thought of it is building anticipation in me.