Page 20 of One Night Seduction (ONS #1)

Arianna

When I step into the pub, I can feel that my cheeks are still flushing from outside.

No, it definitely isn’t from the tepid spring temperature.

It’s from Logan staring down at me like I was on the menu, like I was his dessert.

Then, when he reached out and wiped ice cream off my lip before sucking it off his finger?

Fuck, I’m surprised I stayed standing. In my head, I passed out then and there.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so simple yet so erotic in my entire life.

My eyes land on Ty instantly, who is already at the bar with two drinks. He hands me a shot as he lifts one for himself.

“What is this?” I ask.

“Tequila,” he shouts over the music.

“Oh god, what are you trying to do to me?”

“Hopefully get you drunk enough to fall into bed with me,” Ty teases.

Throwing my head back, I laugh at that before taking the shot. I set the glass down against the bar top as I cock an eyebrow at him .

“Definitely don’t need tequila for that to happen.”

He waggles his brows, pulling me towards him and pressing his lips to mine.

I don’t even know why I put any stock into my interaction with Logan.

Especially when I have Ty right here in front of me.

He’s sweet, funny, and gorgeous. He hasn’t fucked my mom, nor is he currently fucking my mom.

He’s closer to my age. He isn’t controlling or broody. He’s kinda perfect.

Breaking apart, he presses a quick kiss to my nose before ordering two more shots. Clinking our glasses together, we toss them back, and I wince. How is the second one harsher than the first? Shouldn’t it be the other way around?

Looking around the room, I notice karaoke going on in the corner with a ton of people dancing in the middle of the pub. Kind of surprising how many people are out and about in the middle of the week in April.

My eyes stop on my mom who is tossing back vodka sodas like it’s her job. Pulling the neckline of her top down, she begins shaking her tits into Logan’s face as she starts singing along to the song. She is so fucking embarrassing.

Logan looks down at her with disinterest, though his hand rests on her hip in a possessive hold.

I’m not sure if it’s there because he wants it to be or because he knows that if he lets her go, she’ll wander off to god knows where with god knows who.

Uncle Tom looks at her, shaking his head as he lifts his beer to take a sip.

Like they always seem to be, Logan’s eyes slowly gravitate to me.

A fluttering erupts in my stomach, and no matter how hard I try to fight it, it refuses to give way.

It may be the tequila beginning to fog my head, but I’m beginning to forget why I have to fight so hard, why it would be so terrible to give in.

I mean, if memory serves me right, both times were easily the best sex of my life.

Could that be because they were moments drenched in lust, kink, and passion?

Possibly. Does more than a large part of me think that it was really just Logan, that he was the cause behind that feeling of release and freedom?

Absolutely.

“What’s going on in that pretty head?” Ty asks with a smile, forcing me to face him.

I feel myself give him a dopey smile as I lean into his touch. Yep, tequila is officially in control here. I blame Ty. Reaching across the bar, I grab Uncle Tom’s beer, taking three large gulps as Ty takes it from my hand.

“Easy slugger. You want me to have to carry you home?”

“Sure,” I say with a shrug. “It’s not like you’d mind.”

“Having my hands all over your perfect body? No, I wouldn’t mind at all.”

“Her mother can hear you two,” Logan gnashes over the loud music.

Ty and I look from him to my mother, who couldn’t be less interested in what we’re discussing. In fact, she’s already swaying on her feet, spacing off as she orders another drink.

I know what you’re thinking. We don’t really mess around when it comes to alcohol. We’ve been here a whopping ten minutes, and we’re all on our way to being utterly trashed. Well, maybe just my mom and me, but still.

“I don’t care about that shit,” my mom says with a wince from sipping her drink. “She’s a grown woman. She should get dicked down.”

“Mom!”

“Kelly!”

Logan and I both chastise her at once, causing her to roll her eyes and shrug.

Her and Uncle Tom begin chatting about something, and I hear the DJ calling out for any karaoke volunteers.

I’m not really sure what got into me, mainly because I’ve never sang in public before, and honestly, I’m not all that great.

What the hell, though, right? I’ll never see any of these other people again.

Grabbing Ty’s hand, I lift my other in the sky, waving wildly as we rush to the stage.

“What the hell are you doing?” Ty laughs like he’s not against it.

I smile at him over my shoulder as I wink. When we get to the stage, I only stumble a step, which isn’t bad considering I feel like my entire body is floating. The DJ sets two microphone stands up as he walks over to us.

“What do you guys want to do?”

Before Ty can respond, I blurt out the first duet song I can think of.

“‘You’re the one I want’ by Olivia Newton-John and John Travolta.”

The DJ blinks like that’s an odd choice, but I don’t care. He walks over to his set up as Ty looks at me wide-eyed.

“I don’t know that song!”

“Oh, come on, you’ve never seen Grease ? Seriously?” I ask in disbelief.

He pauses, and I smile. “You have!”

“I had a John Travolta phase as a kid, yeah, but I haven’t sung that song in years.”

“Oh my god, this is perfect! Okay, we’re gonna do the whole scene, dance and all!” I laugh, clapping my hands excitedly.

He looks out at the room and shakes his head. I think he’s about to tell me I’m nuts or something, but instead, he drags me in for a kiss, holding me until the crowd starts to holler. When he pulls away, he gives me a panty melting look.

“Fuck it, let’s do this. ”

I smile excitedly as the beginning music starts. I grab my microphone as Ty does the same before I frantically look around. The DJ has an unlit cigarette behind his ear, and I snatch it quickly.

“Hey! What the fuck!”

“Sorry!” I snicker as I face Ty, holding it between my fingers as I channel Olivia Newton-John.

“Tell me about it, stud.”

Ty pauses for a moment, and I think he’s going to back out. Then, it’s as if I’m watching a rendition of the movie. His performance completely comes alive. He drops to the floor on the word ‘electrifying,’ and I toss the cigarette on the floor, stepping on it before pushing my shoe onto his chest.

From there, we put on a musical show, and the crowd is eating it up.

Everyone is dancing and singing along. Well, everyone except one.

Logan is standing with his arms crossed at the bar.

Uncle Tom and my mom are dancing, and Logan is just…

standing there, staring. It unnerved me at first, but I’m having too much fun to care. So, I play into it.

Pointing at him, Ty and I belt the words.

“You’re the one that I want!”

The crowd echoes us before we all sing.

“Oooh oooh oooooh!”

“The one I need! Oh yes, indeed!” I sing into the microphone, my finger still pointing towards Logan.

Once the song is over, the pub erupts into cheers, and Ty picks me up, spinning me around the stage before kissing me.

He holds my face tenderly, and I smile into him before we break apart.

When we do, my eyes skim over the crowd, pausing on Logan’s glare.

It feels more aimed at Ty than me, and when I look up to Ty, I see him staring back at Logan.

The DJ ushers us off the stage and we walk back to our place at the bar, receiving nonstop arm pats and praise from others. Ty wraps his arm around my waist, pressing me into his side as Logan moves to stand beside me.

“Did you have fun?”

“I did.” I smile. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“You were a natural, you lit up the entire room,” he says, his words of praise making that fluttering feeling fire up once more.

“What about me?” Ty intervenes. “I lit up the room too, right, bro?”

Logan cuts an irritated look to Ty but doesn’t get a chance to speak when my mother comes barreling into me, literally. She almost falls to the ground as we collectively try to hold her up.

“That’s waz amazing! Yourz my daughter. Shez my daughtersss!” she shouts.

“Alright, I think it’s time you went to bed,” Logan says.

“No!” she says with a wrinkled up frown. “I wants to stay and have more drinks! Bartenderrrr!” she shouts before falling apart into a fit of giggles.

The bartender looks at her, not impressed at all.

“She’s gotta go.”

Logan nods when Uncle Tom steps in, bending down before tossing my mom over his shoulder.

“I got her. Marissa has been texting me anyways. See you guys in the morning.”

“Put me downz you buffalo! I’ll beat your asses if you don’t,” she shouts at Uncle Tom as they slip through the doorway and head towards the hotel.

“What do you guys say? A few more drinks?” Ty asks.

I shrug as I look up at Logan. I hope I don’t look as desperate for him to agree as I feel.

I don’t know why, maybe it’s just my lowered ambitions.

Maybe it’s the way he hasn’t taken his eyes off of me for longer than a moment since…

well, all day. I don’t know how to explain or justify it.

All I know is right now, the last thing I want is for him to go home.

Logan looks down at me like he’s asking if I want him there, like he’ll go if I ask him to. Quick, how do you properly beg someone to stay without saying a word? Puppy dog eyes? Puppy dog eyes. That’s what I’m going with.

I might be wrong, but it almost seems like Logan melts right before my eyes. Okay, that may be an exaggeration, but he does soften as he turns to the bartender.

“Three tequilas. Can you make them doubles?” Logan asks.

“Add it to your tab?”