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“I’m really happy, too,” I say, looking at Logan with a smile.

Mia studies me for a second, then nods. “Yay! Then let’s drink and celebrate! First rounds on me, bitches!”

Logan snorts a laugh. “Thanks, Mia.”

The night goes smoothly. As expected, there are a few offhand comments—some version of ‘knew it,’ or ‘about time,’ but no one’s shocked or treats it like it’s a big deal. Most people avoid bringing up what happened with Kyle; a few want to make sure we’re okay, but no one truly pries or crosses any lines. It feels good to be able to breathe normally again in one of our favorite places.

Pete doesn’t even beg us to play darts tonight, which feels like a win on its own. Though I know I will need to keep my promise to him and play soon. Maybe next Friday.

Throughout the night, I lean into Logan, letting his arm slide easily around my shoulders as we cuddle into each other at the table.

Yeah, we’ve turned into ‘those people’ who sit on the same side of the table now. I can’t help it, I just want to be close to him.

“You good?” he checks.

I nod, knocking my knee against his. “Yeah, I really am.”

Logan grins. “So, does this mean I’m finally allowed to make out with you in public?”

I snort. “Yeah, lover boy, it does.” And he leans in.

By the timewe stumble through the apartment door, I’m drunk off Logan. His hands have barely left me all night and the way he looked at me at the bar has got me ready for this flip fuck he keeps teasing me with.

We’ve fucked multiple times since our first time a few weeks ago, but he’s bottomed every time. He keeps getting me ready for him with his fingers and toys, anddamn, do I love that plug. But I’m ready, I want his cock inside of me, and I’m going to make sure tonight’s the night it happens.

I go to open my mouth, but the only thing that comes out is a grunt because next thing I know, Logan’s mouth is crashing into mine as he pins me against the door. His fingers grip my hair, his body presses into mine, and he slides his leg between mine, giving me something to grind against.

“Mmm,” I moan against his lips.

I feel Logan's lips curl into a smile against my mouth, all filthy and knowing. “You had me hard all night at the bar, couldn’t wait to get back here.”

He steps back from me, and I hate the space between us, but I love how quickly he strips out of his clothes. He’s hard and naked in front of me, and he’s a sight to see.

He comes to stand on the side of my body, grabbing my hand and positioning it right at his ass. I give him a squeeze and let my finger explore until my mouth drops open as I notice the snug end of a plug in his hole.

“You—” I swallow. “You put it in before the bar?”

Logan smirks at my shock. “After our shower. Figured since I’ve been promising you that flip fuck, I would be prepared.”

Fuck, that’s hot. My cock throbs instantly and I can’t wait to feel him inside of me. I’ve been waiting for this, too.

“You are so sexy,” I groan, already reaching for his straining dick.

But Logan grabs my wrists, stopping me. “Not yet, baby. Tonight’s about you first.”

“But—” I begin to protest, but he cuts me off.

“Let me take care of you,” he murmurs, kissing me slowly. “I want to taste you first. You want me to rim you, baby?”

I shudder, nodding before I can even form a thought. Logan guides me toward the bed with a look in his eyes that makes my knees weak. His hands are on me, stripping off every layer of clothing until I’m bare, and he rakes his eyes appreciatively over my body before licking his lips like I’m his favorite snack.

“On the bed, on your stomach,” he commands.

I do what he says, and as soon as I’m down, I feel the mattress dip as he leans forward to press a trail of his kisses down my back. Once he gets to my ass, he spreads me open and hums to himself.

“Damn, Ryder. You are so sexy.” He already sounds breathless, and I love that he reacts like this to me, especially since I still can’t help but feel vulnerable spread out like this.

Logan wastes no time. His mouth is on me instantly, licking a long, wet stripe up my crack, and I jolt forward with a gasp. His tongue is hot and wet and purposeful, teasing over my hole in slow, maddening circles. It feels so good as he grips my thighs and spreads me even wider, groaning against me like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted, and I can only hope I am.