Page 26 of One Night Seduction (ONS #1)

We all chuckle at that as she heads up the stairs, the rest of us following to get changed into our own suits.

Ty and I walk into my room together, pausing when we look at each other. When we left for Leavenworth, we were obviously sharing this room. Now, things have changed.

“I’ll take the couch tonight,” he says like he can read my mind as he grabs his bag and moves to the bathroom.

“You don’t have to do that. We’re adults, we can share a bed, Ty.”

He lifts his eyebrows in disbelief.

“It’s like you’ve never even met my brother before, Ari. Trust me, he will insist upon it.”

With that, he shuts the door. I pause only for a moment before rifling through my things to find a swimsuit.

I brought a few, but I haven’t worn this one yet.

Mainly because it’s my skimpiest one. It’s black, my tits spill out the top, and the bottoms are considered cheeky, but let’s be honest, it’s a thong.

It’s a bold move wearing it in front of Logan, especially with everyone else around.

There is something exciting to that idea, though, and I’m slipping it on before I can talk myself out of it.

I know I brought a swim wrap, I just need to find it.

Bending down to my suitcase, I continue digging through it when the bathroom door opens.

My head whips around to see Ty staring at me with wide eyes.

I quickly stand up, grab a sundress, and call it good, sliding it over myself before looking at Ty.

“Fuck, Ari. Are you trying to kill me? I’m trying to be a good guy but…goddamn, you’re not something that’s easy to let go.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to?—”

“Of course you didn’t. Unfortunately, now I’ll be a while,” he says as he adjusts himself in his swim trunks before heading back into the bathroom. The door shuts, and my jaw drops.

“Ty! Tyson! Don’t you dare jerk off in my bathroom!” I say through the wood.

“It’s this or you help me. Take your pick,” he says back, his breathing becoming a little more labored.

Oh my god.

Shaking my head, I reach for the door to find Logan there, frowning.

“I heard shouting, everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything is fine.” I nod.

“Where’s Tyson?”

I point to the door.

“Jerking off.”

“What?” Logan asks, his eyes narrowing with irritation.

I shrug as he slips past me, banging his fist against the door.

“Tyson!” he snarls. “You’re sleeping in my room tonight.”

“I figured,” Ty calls out.

“Your room?” I ask. “Where are you going to sleep?”

“The only way I’m ever interested in resting from now until forever is with you on top or beneath me.”

I blink up at him in surprise as he looks behind us at the open door. His hand lifts to gently cradle the back of my neck as he slowly backs us up away from the door until my back hits the wall. Logan lowers his face to mine, his lips ghosting over my own as he speaks.

“That okay with you, Sparrow?”

“Yes,” I breathe out.

“Yes what? ”

“Yes, Sir.”

I’m panting desperately as his lips skate across my cheek, moving to the sensitive part of my neck as he whispers against my skin.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me tonight?”

“Every night,” I correct.

Pausing, he pulls back enough to look at me. Those deep brown eyes have become almost black as he growls under his breath.

“Good answer.”

In the next moment, his lips are on mine, his hold on my head tightening, smashing me against him as he dominates my mouth. I become putty in his hands as I soak up every second of his attention because having Logan Cunningham’s attention is like sunbathing for the first time after a long winter.

When he tears his mouth away, Ty opens the door, looking plenty satisfied. Logan turns away from me to face Ty, lowering his voice as he speaks.

“Don’t you fucking ever jerk off to the thought of my woman again.”

“I will definitely be doing that, often. You’re just gonna have to get over it, bro. You get the real thing, and I just get…memories,” Ty says, his cocky attitude slipping as a wistfulness covers his features.

That seems to strike something in Logan. I know it does in me. He takes a step away from his brother, clearly not happy but…accepting, I guess? Which is such a strange thing to be accepting of, but I feel the same.

Logan brushes past me, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead before slipping out through the door. I look at Ty with a questioning look.

“Did you seriously jerk off?”

He barks out a laugh and shakes his head.

“Fuck no. I just like to rile him up.”

A disbelieving chuckle escapes me as I head down the stairs to the hot tub.

When Ty and I get out there, everyone else is already in.

Marissa and Tom are cuddled up on one side, my mom to Tom’s left, where she is basically dry humping Logan’s leg.

There is barely enough room for me and Ty, but we make it work.

Ty climbs in first, taking the spot beside Logan, which is probably for the best. Gripping the bottom of my sundress, I pull it up and over, dropping it to the floor before looking up.

Uncle Tom looks away uncomfortably as Logan and Ty devour me with their eyes, or I guess more specifically, my bathing suit.

I step into the hot water and don’t miss the opportunity to turn away from Logan slightly, allowing him a discreet view of my bikini bottoms before I lower myself into the water. When I turn back to face him, his jaw is tight, eyes drenched in lust. He blinks the look away quickly, though.

My eyes move to my mother, who miraculously has both of her eyes open despite how wasted she clearly is. Her face twists up with a sneer as she looks at me.

“Where the fucks did you get that suit? You look like a cheap whore.”

“Heyyy,” Ty warns, his tone not friendly or playful in the slightest.

He’s glaring at my mother, who’s completely oblivious as she continues.

“I mean, honestlys, no ones wants to see that! Lose twenty-five pounds, then maybe.”

“Enough!” Logan snaps, looking at my mother like she’s lost her fucking mind. “That is your daughter, Kelly. I don’t give a fuck how drunk you are. You’re so far out of line.”

“Are you serious? You think you look better than Ari?” Ty scoffs as he reaches out for me, dragging me into his lap.

I don’t push away, allowing him to play up whatever he’s trying to do. I mean, for all they know, Ty and I are still together.

“Yeah, I do. I?—”

“Jesus, Kelly. Just shut the fuck up!” Marissa snaps.

My mom frowns as she looks up at Tom with a pout.

“Your wife is being mean to meeee.”

He looks down at her like he’s not impressed before shaking his head and looking up at the sky, effectively tuning this conversation out.

Logan takes the opportunity to scoot away from her, coming over until he’s brushing against Ty.

I look to my right to see that I’m basically in both their laps now.

Thankfully, beneath the jets, you can’t see what’s happening under the water.

I feel a hand slip between Ty’s front and around my waist, yanking me off Ty’s lap and into the seat.

Logan moves to make room before resting his hand on my thigh.

Ty looks nonchalant as he pulls his arms out of the hot tub, resting them on the edge.

Logan’s fingers begin teasing the edge of my bikini bottoms, slipping beneath them when Marissa tries to break the awkward silence.

“So, Logan, how is business going? Any exciting cases you’re working on?”

“Nothing that wouldn’t bore you to tears. Helping billionaires stay out of jail when they are caught embezzling, or god knows what else,” he laughs derisively, his face completely impassive as one of his fingers pushes inside of me.

My breath catches softly, but thanks to the sound of the jets, I don’t think anyone notices, aside from Ty, of course. He casts me a knowing look but turns his attention back to the conversation.

“You have to be lonely,” my mom interrupts with a slow flutter of her eyes. She’s so trashed right now she’s not even really making sense. She’s just being obnoxious.

“Pardon?” Logan asks, continuing to pump his finger in and out of me.

“All work and no playyy.” She giggles.

As if on cue, the whole hot tub rolls their eyes. I want to do the same, but it’s taking everything in me not to fall apart right here in this hot tub. So, I keep my mouth shut and attempt to stay still.

“I have my hands plenty full right now,” Logan says as he slips another finger inside me, cupping my pussy as he does.

Fuck.

I feel myself spasm around him as he increases the speed of his fingers.

My heart is beating out of my chest as my eyes move around the hot tub.

This is the most insane thing I think I’ve ever done.

Forget the high from the exhibitionist room.

This is just terrifying. If anyone besides Ty knew what was happening under this water, all hell would break loose.

I’m sure of it. The very idea of us teetering on something so dangerous also gets my heart beating faster, my legs trembling in anticipation.

My mom moves in the water, coming closer to us before sitting just beside Logan.

You’d think he would pull out of me or at least stop finger fucking me in front of everyone.

Of course he doesn’t. He just continues thrusting his fingers in and out of me, his thumb rubbing my clit as he turns to face my mom.

“What?” he asks.

She smiles at him, and despite his calm demeanor, I see his pulse thundering in his neck.

He’s getting a rush out of this just as much as I am.

He’s inches away from his ex-wife with his fingers inside her daughter.

The feeling of getting caught is an exciting one that I’m not quite sure why I enjoy so much.

Marissa and Tom begin discussing something, and Logan casually speaks to me quietly .

“Go underwater when you’re ready.”

“What?” I gasp, my vision unsteady as my building pleasure begins to cloud everything.

“Now,” he demands as he curls his fingers up, thrusting them against my g-spot.

At the last second, I slip under the water, wave after wave of my orgasm thrashing into me as I moan and whimper. Or at least I feel like I do. I’m not sure if any sound actually comes out.

Logan doesn’t stop, moving his hand faster and faster until it feels like my body is going to break from so much pleasure. Then, as casually as he slipped inside, he pulls out just as I resurface.

When I do, I emerge away from Logan, closer to my Uncle Tom, as I wipe the water from my eyes. Everyone gives me a funny look, and I shrug.

“I was getting cold.”

Everyone shrugs it off except for Marissa, who looks like she doesn’t quite believe me.

Thankfully, Ty steers the conversation away from me as he begins talking about a time he got into a fight with a MC member at his bar.

During the conversation, Logan grabs my gaze, casually rubbing the tip of one of his fingers over his lip and into his mouth.

My pussy pulses as his dark brown eyes promise so many filthy times to come.