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LOGAN

I f my soul could blush, it would be bright red. Like, the color of ketchup red. I told him I liked him after we clearly established that we were not gonna have feelings.

“I mean?—”

“Like that answer, Logan,” he murmured against my chest, his gaze holding mine before he teased my nipple again. “I’ve thought about what your tits looked like since I first saw you.”

“Oh?” I arched my back, granting him more access to pleasure me. When Gage and I first fooled around, he’d rush through foreplay because he wanted to have sex. The few times I’d asked for foreplay with my breasts, he brushed it off.

“You stiffened, why?” Quentin pushed up onto his elbows, staring down at me with worry. “I can stop at any point if you’re uncomfortable.”

“No, no, do not stop.” I cupped his face and ran a finger over his thick bottom lip. “I was thinking about Gage?—”

He recoiled. “If you’re thinking about your ex with me, that’s un-fucking-acceptable.”

“I meant it in a good way, you lunatic.” I chuckled and pushed my chest out. “He never spent time on my boobs. Said they were too small.”

“They are perfect,” Quentin said with so much conviction it made all doubt disappear. He pushed them together again, licking his lips as he stared down. “Makes me want to slide my cock between them.”

Whoa. I flushed, his words setting me ablaze. “That was hot.”

Smirking, he slid one bra strap down, then the other, and we removed my bra in a few seconds where truly there was no barrier between us. He pursed his lips before tweaking both points. “Do you enjoy when I do this?”

“So, so much.” I panted. I was super wet and horny, and my core tingled to the point of pain. “I love it so much.”

His grin was lazy, content. “Have you gotten off from nipple play before?”

I shook my head, the tingles spreading head to toe. “N-no.”

“I’m too desperate to taste you, so another time we’ll experiment with that.” He grinned against my stomach and gripped the edge of my shorts. “Do your panties match your bra, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck, that’s sexy.” He removed my shorts and tossed them to the side before he ran his hands over my thighs to spread my legs where only a thin sheer line separated my pussy from him. He stared at me, mouth slack, before his gaze met mine over my stomach. “I love knowing you wear these panties under your baggy clothes. It’s like is our secret. Do you always wear them?”

“Yeah, I do.” I pushed up onto my elbows so I could see him better. He ran his fingers over my inner thighs, teasing the spot where my panties dug into my inner leg, then he slid a finger underneath it for a second before removing it. Each graze had me jumping, desperate for more. “I love being sexy for me.”

“That you are.” He ran his thumb over my clit, humming as he removed his finger and put it in his mouth. He spat on it, then put it back under my panties.

I shuddered at how good his touch felt. I fell back onto the bed, moaning as my muscles clenched. “Quentin, my god.”

He swirled over the sensitive bundle of nerves with one hand, using his other to trace lines around my inner thighs. Stimulation overload. I thrashed on the bed as pleasure built, but then he stopped, and I let out a cry of protest.

“You have three options right now, Logan.”

“What?” I groaned, the pleasure lingering right near the edge. It wouldn’t take much. I could even get myself off at this point with how much I built up.

“You’ll be coming, I promise. But do you want my mouth, fingers, or both?”

“Holy shit.” My body clenched, and the desire increased.

“Answer me. I’m getting impatient.” He bit my inner thigh, a deep groan escaping his chest. “You’re addictive, Logan. One lick isn’t enough.”

“Yes, all of it,” I cried out, needing him to touch me right now or I’d burst. “Touch me, lick me.”

“Mm, good answer.”

Quentin didn’t rush into anything. Instead of pouncing on me like I wanted him to, he ran his nose along the fabric of my panties and groaned when he breathed me in. Gage had never been this erotic in all our time together. One interaction with Quentin changed my entire existence.

He slid the panties to the side, running one finger up and down my pussy, the wet sound almost naughty with how loud it was. “So fucking wet and pretty.”

“Quentin,” I breathed hard, panting with need. “I’m hurting.”

“Oh, we can’t have that, can we, sweetheart?” He laughed as he kneeled on the ground and yanked my body toward the edge of the bed. Quentin held up my legs so I was completely exposed to him. I tried moving my legs closer together as nerves took over.

What if I was different than what he was used to? What if he thought my legs were too big or too little?

My mind spun with self-consciousness. Gage would make comments of comparison, all with the intent of making me feel better, but they’d be backhanded compliments. Oh, your legs are so soft, not like an athlete’s.

Before I voiced any worries, his mouth was on me, and I saw stars. Quentin ate me with the same intensity that he talked about hockey. I was his sole focus, pleasuring me his entire purpose. His tongue was dangerous, swirling over my clit and flattening against my pussy in a way that heightened the pleasure. He groaned, the deep timbre vibrating against me, and my thighs trembled.

“I’m so close, so, so close,” I whined, grasping the sheets on either side of me. “Holy shit. Holy shit, Quentin, this is gonna be…”

I exploded. Heat and fire roared through me, the pleasure blinding and numbing me for a full minute. My toes disappeared, and I couldn’t feel my fingers as wave after wave of pleasure consumed me. Stars danced behind my eyes as Quentin continued the rhythm of tonguing me, his fingers sliding inside me to match the pace. “ I’m coming!”

“Mm mm,” he responded, the deep, rough sound making the orgasm stronger.

It took minutes before I caught my breath, before I could open my eyes and feel my limbs. Sweat dripped down my chest and over my stomach, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t care.

“Fuck, you are sweet.” Quentin licked up my stomach, pausing to suck different spots. “You’re gonna take me so well.”

My stomach bottomed out. “That might’ve been the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”

His grin grew, and his eyes crinkled in amusement. “Well, you coming on my tongue was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. We’re even.”

I snorted because I knew it was just a line and not reality, but I’d take it. “My body is humming right now.”

“You’re not done either.” He licked my nipple again, then quickly removed his shirt and undid his belt. “Your body needs more. I can feel it.”

“I’ve rarely come twice,” I admitted, hoping that wouldn’t deter him. I had to be honest though. “I think once in my life.”

“You’re only motivating me more, baby.” He removed his boxers and stood before me, naked and huge and hard as hell. His cock stood straight up, thick and massive and dripping.

I must’ve moaned because he laughed and pumped himself a few times.

“Oh my god, I want to feel.”

“Feel away.”

Inching toward him, I reached out and fisted him. He was thicker than Gage. Definitely larger. But holy shit. My face heated as I used both hands to pump the entirety of him. “Jesus, Quentin.”

“Your hands feel amazing, baby, but I want between your legs.” He closed his eyes as I pumped him a few more times, then he moved toward a nightstand to grab a condom. “If I’m not inside you, I might die.”

“Dramatic.”

“No, desperate .” His green eyes almost glowed with want as he put the condom on and slid onto the bed. “You control how much or how little of me you can fit. You set the pace.”

“Are you…sure?”

“So fucking sure.” His throat bobbed, and his jaw flexed as I crawled over his body. He was so thick and strong. I ran my hands over his pecs, his shoulders, his abdomen that was all sharp lines and strength. “I like your hands on me.”

“Your body is art.” I blushed at how dorky that sounded, but it was still true. Quentin had a body that was in calendars. Without overthinking how bold I was being, I bent down and licked his pec. It was salty, but he arched his hips up so his cock dug into me. “You’re beautiful, truly.”

“Lick me all you want.”

“Yeah?” I arched my brow and wiggled against his erection. “You’ll be able to handle it?”

He bit his bottom lip as I positioned myself on top of his cock, letting his head slide inside me. I was taking charge. This was my choice, and it was exhilarating. Gage always took the lead, demanding and never letting me explore. This was different already with Quentin, who looked at me with a tenderness I hadn’t felt. “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.”

It stung at first, but I took him more and more. His length was so different. I felt all of him, so full of him. Every ridge. My eyes fluttered as I rocked up and down, grinding on him.

He gripped my thighs, his eyes boring into me. “Your pussy is heaven. Heaven. Take me harder, Logan. You can take it.”

I followed his words, grinding on him more and more and rocking my hips to the point each movement caused my clit to rub against him. Pleasure and sweat, heat and moisture, pooled between our bodies as I fucked myself on Quentin Hawthorne.

“I love these bouncy tits.” He pinched one nipple and leaned up, sucking it hard into his mouth as I continued rocking on him. “You’re doing so well, Logan. So fucking well.”

It was magical. Him letting me take lead, the things he said, the way his cock filled me, but soon enough, I felt the familiar tingles in my core. “I might… I might come again.”

“You better.” He reached between us and pinched my clit in a pulsing pattern, and the orgasm neared. “Come on my cock, show me how you do it.”

I held his gaze as I bit my lip, grinding harder as he pinched, and then it hit me. A second orgasm. One that took my breath away and had me trembling on top of him. My pussy spasmed and dripped, and right as I came down, Quentin gripped my waist and thrust upward twice before releasing the sexiest growl.

“Coming, fuck, Logan, you’re so sexy.” He closed his eyes and held on tight to me as he finished, his hips still thrusting up as his orgasm stilled.

We remained like that, him still inside me, with our chests heaving and our skin covered in sweat for a few minutes. Then, he ran a hand over my back, and I swore he kissed my temple. “Let me help clean you up.”

“Oh, I’m okay.” I carefully sat up, letting his cock slide out as I sat on the edge of the bed. My inner thighs were coated in my pleasure, and the weight of what we did hit me.

I’d slept with Quentin Hawthorne. The guy who said he’d never have feelings, and the guy I refused to get feelings for. My roommate. My fake boyfriend. “Wow, did we complicate things or what?”

He frowned, hands on his naked hips as he stared at me. “Meaning what?”

“Oh, just our fake relationship and roommate and now sleeping together situation is confusing.”

“No, it’s not.” He ran a hand over his face before moving toward his bathroom door. “Come shower with me while we talk this out.”

“Shower with you?”

Talk this out? What was there to talk about? That was the best sex ever, and it wasn’t even with someone I was truly with. There was something wildly free and fun and amazing about that. Unless he regretted it?

No. No way.

“Yes, shower with me.” He smirked. “I’ll wash you, but really, I want more time with your skin and tits.”

“Didn’t realize you were such a tits man.” I shrugged as we went into his bathroom. It smelled clean, and there weren’t gross clothes all over the floor. He was organized.

He turned the water on and spun us to face his mirror, my back to his chest. We were both completely naked, and my nipples were hard, tingling from all the attention. He ran a hand down my arm, under my breast, as his breath hit the back of my neck. “I want to make sure you’re okay. Not only physically, but here.”

He tapped the side of my temple, then my heart.

My eyes prickled with the sweetness and sincerity of his words. No one, besides Jordan, took the time to check in with me like that. Emotion swelled in the back of my throat as I nodded.

“Need more than that, Logan.” He stared at me in the mirror, his body tense as he waited for my verbal answer.

“I’m really good, I promise. The fact you asked me… you’re such a good person.”

He blinked my compliment away. “I don’t want us to complicate anything. I like having you as a friend, and this blurs that.”

Disappointment weighed in my stomach, the anchor causing me to sink into the floor. Was this his goodbye?

“We need more rules, I think, to keep your heart safe.”

“Mine? What about yours?”

“I don’t have one, Logan, but I’d give mine up to make sure yours stays safe.”

The look he gave me when he said those words…he truly believed them. I felt it in my bones. A part of me, a small one, mourned the what-if between us. What if my boyfriend hadn’t cheated on me, shattering my trust in love? What if Quentin didn’t view himself so poorly? We could’ve been good together, but timing wasn’t in our favor. His season was soon, and my heartbreak was barely healed.

“What are you thinking for rules then?”

“Come on.” He grabbed my hand and ushered me into the shower, the warm water hitting my face and chest.

I sighed, the feeling so pleasant and nice, as Quentin kissed my collarbone.

“We pretend to date outside of this house as we were because fuck your ex. But we fool around until my season starts. We can reevaluate if you want to keep pretending, it doesn’t matter to me, but Gage might get the hint by then.”

“What about your mom though?” I frowned. “We need to go to those dinners.”

“The last person I want to talk about is her.” He massaged my head with shampoo, the gesture way more intimate than two friends having a fling.

I didn’t complain though. I liked having someone take care of me, when all my life I was the one taking care of others.

My baby sister. Helping out my parents. Jordan’s shenanigans. Gage. I lost myself along the way, even though my intentions were good. I was always a part of something else and never just Logan Hart.

Quentin made me feel special, uniquely myself, even if we were just friends. I wanted to keep onto that feeling because it was so freeing. He enjoyed me—not my friend or family or sister or boyfriend. I promised myself that no matter what, I wouldn’t lose myself in any boyfriend again.

“Okay, sure, but we made a deal.”

He tensed for a second but continued washing my body. “She wants another dinner. Then it turns into a threat. She and Audrey don’t talk, and it feels so wrong every time I see her.”

“Do you want to see her?”

“I feel like I have to.” He sighed. “She also insists that her new man or fiancé or boyfriend can help me with finding an agent. I still have two seasons to play, and I can’t hire one until then.”

“Then does it matter about this guy helping?”

“I hate that I want to find out. My dream has always been the NHL, and without it, I don’t know what I am, or who I am. My sister has an identity, hell Theo has his family, his degree, his NHL team. I have… hockey.”

“You have friends. You’re a caretaker, Quentin. I’ve seen it a hundred times. You are more than hockey.” I spun in the shower and watched him scrub soap over his face, then his pecs, before rinsing it. It was wild how beautiful he was inside and out, but he was struggling. “Let’s go to dinner and see. You’ve been there for me so many times, so let me return the favor.”

The water hit his face, and he didn’t move out of the way, but I waited him out. I could do this all day. Placing a hand on his heart, I tried again. “Quentin, one dinner.”

He shook his head, not looking at me as he rubbed the soap all over my body. He wasn’t kidding about cleaning my breasts because he spent a long time on them, but he did the same for my stomach, arms, and legs. “I hate who I am around her.”

“What do you mean?”

He set the soap down and chewed the side of his lip, the first sign of nervousness radiating off him. While he wasn’t overtly cocky, he held his head high and walked with purpose. So to see him nervous had my own heart skipping a beat. I was the nervous one, not him.

“I was a shit brother for a few years because I let my mom’s game affect me. Whenever I take a break from her, I feel normal, but she reminds me about the worst parts of myself. Your opinion of me will change once you see me with her, and I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”

“That’s not true at all.” I looked at him with the same intensity he always stared at me. “We all have moments in our past that defined parts of us, but those parts don’t define the future. That’s like me saying Gage cheating on me and betraying me makes me weak and sad.”

“He’s a fucking idiot,” Quentin snapped back, fire in his eyes.

“Okay, then so is your mom.” I arched a brow. “We agreed to do this thing to help each other out. You asked me . Now when we get out of this shower, you’re setting up a dinner with your mom. Or else.”

“Or else, huh?” He grinned and ran his hands up and down my arms. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“Listen to me. That’s what.”