Page 47 of Straight to You

RYDER

“ R eady?” Logan asks as we stand outside Pine Bar.

I exhale and turn to look at him. “Guess it’s now or never.”

He lets out a little laugh. “You sound like we’re about to step onto a battlefield.”

“Have you met the people inside this bar? That’s exactly what it’ll be like,” I say as I raise my eyebrows because he knows exactly what I’m talking about.

Logan laughs again. “Okay, okay. But if anyone gives you shit, remember, you asked me to cause a scene. I’ll gladly tell them to fuck off.”

“I feel like I’m gonna regret that, huh?” I question, even though I love his protectiveness.

“Nah. I won’t do anything too embarrassing, I promise,” he grins before reaching for my hand and slotting our fingers together and using his other hand to open the door.

I don’t know what I was expecting, maybe the whole bar to fall silent as everyone turned to stare at us, but only a few people even turn to the door and see us when we walk in.

Most people are still engrossed in their conversations, and it’s not like we know everyone in the bar.

But there is the standard Friday night crowd, like us.

The one person who does see us immediately is Mia. She’s got her red bandana tied around her black curls, a black tank top, and jeans. Instead of calling out to us, though, she raises an eyebrow, smirks, and nods her head toward the table we usually sit at.

Logan leans in. “That was very cryptic.”

I snort, tugging him toward our table.

Mia is already seated at the table we usually claim, two beers in front of her, looking entirely too pleased with herself. She gestures at the drinks. “Sit. Drink. Prepare yourselves.”

Logan slides in first, giving her a suspicious look. “For what, exactly?”

She leans forward, resting her elbows on the table. “I wanted to talk to you two before you got ambushed by everyone else.”

I pause, beer halfway to my mouth. “Ambushed?”

Mia shrugs like we should expect more attention. “You’re kinda a hot topic right now.”

Logan rolls his eyes. “Oh, come on. The news cycle has moved on.”

“Not for the people in this bar,” Mia says, looking at me now. “The ones who’ve known you forever—the ones who’ve been waiting for you to finally get your shit together.”

I set my beer down, looking around and seeing a few people looking our way, but nothing crazy. Wait, is she talking about?—

“I’m so happy you’re finally together!” she manages to squeal at a low volume. “I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for this day. ”

I let out a little laugh, grateful she wasn’t bringing up the Kyle situation, only the fact that Logan and I just walked in holding hands.

“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 time we 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, and damn , 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.

The sounds we’re both making fill the room in the hottest, most sinful way, and every flick of his tongue sends sparks racing through my body.

He licks and sucks and presses the tip of his tongue into me as I cry out in pleasure.

I’m panting, writhing, and desperately trying to push back deeper on his tongue as my hard cock rubs against the sheets.

Him tongue fucking me is easily the best thing I’ve ever felt and torture all wrapped into one.

It’s so damn good but not enough. I need more.

I always need more when it comes to him.

“Logan,” I gasp, my voice breaking. “Oh my god, please. More.”

He hums against me, and the vibration sends a fresh wave of heat through my core. He doesn’t stop lapping at me before pressing his tongue even deeper inside me this time. I’m moaning his name and begging for more as he feasts on me.

He pulls back slightly to blow cool air against my hole, and I squirm beneath him from the contrasting sensation. “You like that, baby?” he rasps, his voice so low it makes me shiver. “You taste so fucking good. I love this ass, mmm ,” he hums.

All I can do is moan and press back, chasing more of him. I’m shameless and needy and completely coming undone under his touch. The way he’s eating me out feels like he’s praising me.

Like I’m his favorite sin.

And fuck, do I want to be.

He pulls back, and I hear the snap of a bottle of lube opening up, then he’s pressing a slick finger inside of me.

I moan into the pillow and start fucking myself on his finger.

I’ve never felt this desperate before, and I’m pretty sure his mouth is to blame.

He’s devouring me tonight, and I’m not above begging for his tongue every day for the rest of my life.

He pulls out and adds a second finger, and my thighs tremble as he twists his fingers just right, pumping them in and out, making me needier and needier .

“More,” I beg. “Please, more.”

He stills his fingers inside of me, and drapes his body over mine as he leans in against my ear to whisper, “Tell me what you need, baby.”

I shiver at his words and push back against his hand, more than ready for his cock. “Your cock. Need your cock in me.”

His breath catches and he licks behind my ear and, fuck, I like that. “Yeah?”

I nod, shaky, gasping, completely lost in him. “Yes, please. Fuck me.”

Logan curses under his breath, sucks the lob of my ear in his mouth and then pushes himself off me. His slick fingers leave me, and I feel empty without him inside of me.

“Turn over, baby.”