Page 23 of One Night Seduction (ONS #1)

Arianna

My eyes flutter open, and the first thing I notice is sunlight streaming into the room.

The second is that I’m lying on top of a rock hard body.

I look down to see a sleeping Logan beneath me.

Holy fuck. For half a second, I forgot what happened last night.

Now that it’s all coming back to me, though, I can feel Logan’s cock still inside me.

That has to be some record cock warming, right?

Turning to look the other way, I notice that Ty is lying on the other bed in the room, and he’s awake. I give him a small smile, and he returns it, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

Carefully, I peel myself away from Logan, sliding out of bed as I move towards Ty. Instantly, I feel Logan’s cum run down my leg, but I do my best to hold it in as I crawl in next to Ty.

He lifts up his arm for me, and I hesitate for a moment before deciding to snuggle into him. He presses a kiss to the top of my head and holds me tight for a moment before sighing.

“Where did you go last night?” I whisper.

“What do you mean? ”

“You didn’t stay in the room after we…” I say, trailing off.

He looks down at me as he lifts an eyebrow.

“Be honest, did you really notice I was gone?”

No, and I feel like shit for that. I was so wrapped up in Logan and…Ty was the last place my mind was.

I stay silent, and he nods, a look akin to hurt passing across his face, but he doesn’t let it sink in too deep.

“Felt like I was intruding if I stuck around.”

“You weren’t!” I insist.

“Hey, Ari, it’s okay,” he says calmly. “You and I, we were…you said it yourself, casual. But the way you and Logan fucked, there was nothing casual about that.”

I frown at his words, even if deep down I know it’s true.

I can feel the hurt seeping out of him no matter how hard he’s trying to fight it.

We were casual, we agreed, and I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t notice Ty had started developing deeper feelings, though.

Maybe I did too. I don’t know. Things are just… complicated now.

When I don’t speak, Ty continues.

“You and Logan…it’s messy, but you guys will figure it out. You’re both in it too deep not to.”

“I’m not in too deep,” I defend.

A sad smile passes his face.

“Whatever you need to tell yourself, Ari.”

We’re both quiet for a few moments before I look at him again.

“So…are we okay?”

That same sad smile is on his face as he cups my cheek tenderly, similar to last night.

He holds me for minutes as he stares, like he’s committing my face to memory, before he bends down, pressing his lips to mine.

It’s a featherlight kiss, tentative and sweet.

It also feels bitter, like it’s a goodbye, a farewell.

I can’t lie, it hurts my heart a little .

“We’re okay. You and I will always be okay,” he says, his lips dragging against mine like he’s seeking one last touch.

I smile against his mouth, allowing him to be the one to pull away. When he does, he looks at me once more before releasing a heavy breath. Then, he’s pulling his arm out from under me and standing up, moving to the bathroom before the sound of the shower turns on.

Turning to look over, I see Logan is awake and staring at me. I slide out of the bed and move over to join him.

“Are you alright?” he asks.

“Yeah, I just…I think I hurt Ty,” I say with a frown.

Logan runs his fingers through my hair in a soothing way as he speaks.

“He’ll be okay.”

I lift a brow. “You’re not very sympathetic towards your brother.”

“If I’m honest, I’m still trying to find a way not to be pissed that he touched what’s mine. That he…” He trails off.

“I wasn’t yours when Ty and I were together. I mean, even now, I’m not?—”

“Arianna Marie Fulton, you better choose your next words carefully. If you were about to insinuate that you haven’t been mine since I touched you for the first time in that club and that you’re not mine now, we are going to have a fucking problem.”

“Fuck, you went all full name on me,” I tease, though my smile drops when he doesn’t smile.

I swallow roughly, shrugging.

“I don’t know what to call…this. Just because we want each other doesn’t mean it’s okay. Doesn’t mean we should.”

“I don’t give a fuck what we should or shouldn’t do. All I care about is what you think here,” he says, touching his finger to my temple. “And what you feel here,” he says, moving his hand to cover my heart .

My heart beats out of rhythm at his words.

“What about my mom? Aren’t you two like back together?” I say, the words tasting like acid on my tongue.

“No. You are all I want, Arianna.”

I shake my head, wanting to believe him so desperately but terrified in the same breath.

“You two have history, though. I mean, she’s your ex-wife and?—”

“None of that matters.”

My eyebrows lift as he continues.

“What she was to me is irrelevant. She was my past, but you’re my future. I know that sounds fucked up. It probably is fucked up, but life is too goddam short to play it safe. I let you slip through my fingers before. I won’t let that happen again.”

I mull over his words slowly.

“So, what you’re saying is that, basically, I have no choice?”

His mouth quirks up on one side, his thumb rubbing against my skin as he speaks.

“You always have a choice, but it won’t stop me from locking us in this room and fucking you hard and raw until you agree to be mine.”

A smile twitches at the corner of my mouth, but I try to remain composed.

“That sounds an awful lot like coercion, Mr. Cunningham.”

“Absolutely. I won’t be playing by the rules when it comes to winning you.”

“Clearly.” I smile at him as he gives me one in return before rolling on top of me effectively pinning me beneath him.

His mouth crashes down on mine, and a relief I didn’t know I was seeking, that I was craving, washes over me.

His lips move against mine in a way that has my heart thundering in my chest. His hands move across my naked body before one of his hands slips between my thighs.

He pushes a finger inside before pausing.

“Are you still full of my cum, Sparrow?”

I shrug. “You stayed inside me all night. I haven’t had a chance to clean up.”

A low growl rumbles through his chest as he pushes his finger inside me again, slowly pushing in and out.

“That’s my good girl.”

Pleasure sparks through me, and I feel his cock begin to harden against me when the bathroom door opens.

We startle as Ty comes out wearing just a towel around his waist. His eyes take us in, but his face gives nothing away.

“If you guys are going for a morning fuck, better make it quick. Kelly has been blowing up my phone this morning trying to figure out where you are,” he says to Logan.

“Christ,” he mutters under his breath, resting his face into my neck before placing a soft kiss to my skin.

He pulls his finger out of me, pushing himself to stand before taking me with him.

“Stall, give us a few.”

Ty shrugs as he drops his towel and begins getting dressed, not an ounce of shame as he does.

Why should he feel any, though? It’s nothing everyone in this room hasn’t seen.

I still can’t believe I did that. I had a threesome with two brothers.

My ex-stepdad and ex-step uncle, I guess? Ew, I don’t like the sound of that.

Logan and I jump into the shower, and he gently cleans me from head to toe like I’m his deity he’ll forever worship.

It’s such a powerful feeling to have a man like him on his knees for me.

He doesn’t submit, that’s apparent. He is always in control, always in power.

A true Dom through and through, so to have him doting on me like this is the absolute best form of aftercare.