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QUENTIN

I couldn’t get enough of Logan’s sounds and scent, nor get rid of the aggressive urge to push every memory of Gage out of her mind. That asshole didn’t deserve to be a piece of her story, and seeing his stupid fucking shirt on her undid me. I twisted her around, my chest swelling with the need to protect and ravish her.

“Arms up.” I swallowed hard, my cock a steel rod against her back. She listened to me, raising her arms in the air as I lifted the bottom of the shirt over her face and twisted it through her arms. “Interlock your fingers.”

“Wh-what are you doing?” she asked, still obeying what I asked.

“Showing you what happens when you intentionally tease me. You want this, don’t you?” I grinned as I tied her hands together with the stupid shirt, hooking the fabric to the corner of her dresser mirror. “Don’t move or you’ll knock the mirror over. Can you do that?”

Her brown eyes widened as a familiar pink blush spread from head to toe. Her pretty pink nipples tightened into buds the longer I stared.

“I need an answer, baby.” I ran one finger down the center of her chest, not quite touching where she wanted but still watching the goose bumps explode all over her soft skin.

“I want this, I want you.”

“Mm.” I pinched one nipple, then the other. Her throaty moan felt better than a hat trick. Victory buzzed in my veins at knowing I made her feel good. “When you see black shirts from now on, you’ll think of this.”

Her gaze met mine as I lowered down and sucked the tip of her nipple into my mouth, her mews and breathy sighs fucking kryptonite. “God, I love your tits. Should we see if you come from me sucking them? Should I tease you for an hour for making me watch you in his shirt?”

“Maybe that’s what I want.”

Fuck, this girl was gonna kill me. I spent time kissing up and down her collarbone, over her breasts and stomach until I came to the gorgeous spot between her legs. “You’re soaking your dresser, Logan.”

“You’re making me so wet. Please, touch me.” She whined and pulled against the fabric, but I stilled her.

“Careful.” I blew on her pussy, my boxers soaked from pre-cum already. I was hard as a rock at seeing her spread open for me like this. So trusting, so willing, so hot . “This is your punishment for flaunting this shirt around me.”

“Punishment?”

“Yes.” I flicked her clit with my tongue for a second, her eyes almost crossing. “You don’t rush me. I let you come when I’m done with you.”

“Oh my god, Quentin. You’re so hot, this is so hot. I’ve never… my body is burning up right now.” She wiggled her ass on drop of her dresser, her desperate cries causing me to snap. “Please, Quentin.”

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I mumbled, then I gave her what she wanted. I cupped her thighs and covered her mound with my mouth, lapping up her moisture and ensuring her clit felt every stroke of my tongue. I flattened it and took my time swirling around the bundle of nerves. Logan thrashed on the dresser but didn’t move her arms like I asked. “You’re listening so well you deserve an orgasm,” I mumbled against her pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes, please.”

“Mmm, who’s giving you an orgasm right now? Who’s making your pussy this wet?” Never in my life had I felt possessive. Had I wanted the girl to say my name like this. But with her, I needed it.

“You. Quentin. You.” She groaned as I sucked her, hard. “I’m gonna come, oh my god!”

Her body trembled, and her legs shook around my face as I held onto her, sucking and teasing and letting the orgasm overtake her. She tasted so fucking good and was so wet and ready for me, I couldn’t take it any longer. “Need to fuck you right now.”

“Let me touch you. I want to touch you.”

There was something in her tone, an urgency or warning of some sort that should’ve made me pause. It was intimate, intense. I couldn’t stop though. How could I deny this woman a single thing?

I unhooked her hands from her dresser mirror, untying her hands as I felt her gaze on me. Her eyes were too expressive and too large, and they were filled with emotion that had me pausing.

“My turn.” She smirked as she slid off the dresser, black T-shirt in her hands as she nudged me onto her bed. “Lay on the bed, Quentin Hawthorne.”

Oh my fucking god.

This was heaven.

I blinked in shock as Logan removed my shirt and boxers, then did something I never would’ve imagined. She tied the black shirt around my eyes. “What are you?—”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” I hesitated. “Logan?—”

“Shh.” She kissed my neck. I couldn’t see anything but felt her teeth dig into my shoulder and her naked and sweaty body glide over mine. Scents of her pussy filled the air, and my body tightened with need. I loved having her be powerful like this.

“You looked so fucking hot tonight, Q. You took care of me and were there for me. Let me take care of you.”

My soul left my body when her warm mouth closed over my cock. Without being able to watch her, I felt everything twice as much. The way her long hair tickled my skin, her hand fisting my base as she took me into her throat. It had been so goddamn long.

“Mm, you taste good,” she said, before taking my dick in her mouth and hallowing out her cheeks. She paused, asking in a husky voice, “Who’s sucking your cock, Quentin?”

“Logan.” My voice cracked, my little maniac literally blowing my mind. I couldn’t see anything but stars dancing in my eyes as she took her time on me. Up and down, slow and steady. Her pleasured sounds made it seem like she enjoyed this as much as I did, which also had my chest swelling with pride and awe.

I gripped the sheets in my hands, my body jerking as the orgasm neared faster than I wanted. My thighs clenched. “Logan, I’m?—”

“No, you come when I let you.” She used my words back at me, and holy shit, that was so fucking hot. Her lips were on mine. “I wanna taste you on me.”

Then, she kissed me. It was a hell of a kiss. Sloppy, wet, sexy. It was our pleasure mixing together, and I swore my knees would’ve given out if I was standing. Logan kissed the fucking life out of me and took my soul through my mouth.

“God, you kiss good,” she whispered, sucking my bottom lip into her mouth. “Should I let you come now?”

“If I’m not inside you in five seconds, I might die.”

She chuckled, removed the blindfold, and stared down at me with so much warmth in her brown eyes. “Dramatic.”

“I prefer feral for you.” I flipped us over and ran the head of my cock over her folds before I cussed. “I don’t have a condom on hand.”

Her eyes widened. “I don’t either. Gage?—”

“Do not finish that sentence.” I teased her entrance with my cock, about to ask for something I never had before. “I had to test at the start of the year. I’m good.”

“I’m on birth control,” she said, her breaths coming out faster. “I’ve never done it without a condom before.”

“Neither have I.” I cradled her head. “We don’t have to, baby. I can lick you all night if you want.”

“No.” Logan arched her hips up, causing my cock to go in an inch. “If I’m gonna do it with anyone, I want it to be you.”

Fuck me.

I slid into her, completely bare, and my eyes almost rolled back into my head. The sensation was so good, so tight, so perfect. I gripped her ass, arching her hips up to go as deep as possible, and my god. No one had ever been more made for me than her.

“Holy shit, Quentin.” Logan thrashed on the bed, her hands clutching my back as she held on. “So good. So, so good.”

“More.” I turned into a caveman at this point, fucking her bare without using full words. I couldn’t get enough of her. I kissed her hard, nipping at her neck as I licked up the sweat. Her ass was tight and thick, her moans an aphrodisiac. She hypnotized me completely, and I was okay with it. When I was with her, I wasn’t a shit human.

She brought the best out in me, and while I couldn’t find the words to say that, I showed her.

I slowed my pace, grinding into her so she’d take me as deep as possible. She arched her back and clawed at the sheets, her parted lips and throaty sighs urging me on. “You’re fucking sexy, Logan. Look at you taking me.”

“God, Quentin.” She trembled as I rocked her hips up, causing my penetration to go even deeper. “You’re hitting my G-spot.”

“Good.” I kissed her temple, then her neck. “I want to fucking devour you.”

Her dark brown gaze met mine, so open and soft and heated, and my heart skipped a beat. I literally stopped moving, overcome with something at the way she stared up at me. “Logan,” I began.

“Don’t stop now, Quentin.” She nudged her hips forward, urging me on. “Please.”

She held eye contact as I continued thrusting into her, her thighs coming around my back and squeezing as I brought her closer to the edge. I’d been with quite a few partners but never any like her. She lost herself in pleasure, not caring that her hair was everywhere or that her moans were deep and unhinged. Logan was her full self with me, and it was the hottest thing ever.

“Logan, baby,” I groaned, trying to last, but my spine tingled, and my thighs tightened as my orgasm hit me fucking hard. My world shook, and my soul about left my body as I had the best orgasm of my entire life. My ears rang, my heart pounding against my ribcage. “Fuck.”

I rested my forehead on her shoulder, the aftershock of coming lingering longer than normal. Sweat dripped down my body, pooling between our chests as I caught my breath. I breathed her in, the smell of salt and musk and orange perfume, and knew nothing would top this moment.

“My goodness, that was something.” Logan ran her hands over my back, her breath hitting my neck.

“Yeah.” I cleared my throat, pushed up off her, and grabbed Gage’s black shirt. “Let me clean you up.”

“Are you… using the shirt to do it?”

My eyes flashed as I gestured for her to sit up in bed. Without answering, she spread her legs for me, and I used the material to wipe the moisture dripping down her legs. “What does it look like?”

“This is so wrong, Quentin,” she said, yet she smiled, and amusement danced in her eyes. “So naughty.”

“There.” I bunched the shirt up and tossed it onto the floor near her hamper. “You can return the shirt now.”

Swatting my arm, she laughed as she tugged the sheet up to her neck. “You’re delusional. He was being kind by giving me that shirt.”

“Then why are you smiling so much about it? Does it turn you on knowing that our cum is on that fabric? It smells like our pleasure.”

“You’re an animal, Hawthorne.”

“Might be. But it’s just for you.”

“Don’t say those sweet things to me, fake boyfriend. They go straight to my heart.” She sighed, then a huge yawn came over her. “I am exhausted.”

“You should sleep.” I stood, picking up my boxers and sliding them on. I used the bathroom, washed my hands and face, and came back out to her frowning at me. “What’s wrong?”

“Are you leaving?”

“No.” I chuckled, admiring the pouty look on her face more than I should’ve. Logan had no right to look that fucking cute after I fucked her brains out.

Her relief was instant. “Okay, then get in here with me.”

“Are you gonna put clothes on?”

She shook her head. “I love sleeping naked. I’m also a big, big cuddler. I’d always annoy Gage?—”

“Logan,” I warned. “I told you to stop mentioning that guy around me.”

“Sorry.” She winced. “He was just a huge part of my life for so long and my only experience with a boyfriend. Even though I know we aren’t that. But we are having sex and sleeping together, which, I told you I’m a cuddler. I like snuggling up to warm bodies.”

“Hey, I like hearing about your life.” I lifted my arm as I slid into her bed, waiting for her to snuggle against my bare chest. She rested her head on my pec and wrapped her arm around my middle, her breasts pressing on my side. Her warmth consumed me, and the same pang formed in my chest. “I like learning things about you. I just hate the thought of Gage getting to experience them with you and then hurting you the way he did.”

“Mm, yeah. It’s weird. I’m not…missing him at all anymore. I used to, but I wonder if I missed the idea of him over him specifically. You know?”

My heart liked the idea of her not missing him a whole lot.

“I don’t think I do. Remember, I’ve never been with anyone. Just hookups. I think the longest relationship—if you can call it that—was a month in high school.”

“So you’ve always been a little heartbreaker then.” She laughed and traced circles on my lower abdomen with her fingers. Her touch felt amazing and comforting at the same time.

“Eh, not heartbreaker. I was always up front. My dumbass was a player and refused to be tied down to anyone in high school. I wanted to be wild and party away my confusing thoughts about losing my dad. Typical BS. Then, I got to Central State, and girls were everywhere.”

“Okay, if I can’t talk about Gage, you can’t talk about all your ladies. Doesn’t make a fake girlfriend, temporary fling feel good.”

“You have no reason to ever feel jealous, Logan.” I kissed the crown of her head, lingering for a beat at the smell of her hair. “If I ever wanted to give this whole relationship thing a try, it’d be with you.”

“That’s nice.” She snuggled deeper, her breathing slowing down. “We’d be good together.”

“We would if it was an option, but we both know it’s not. Not with hockey being my main focus and your healing heart yours,” I said, ensuring she heard me. That was the trick about not being an asshole. I never lied or gaslit. “We’re not in a real relationship Logan. Tell me you understand.”

She tensed, but her stiffness didn’t last long. I prepared for her to push me out of bed, kick me out or something. But she didn’t. She just sighed and said, “I understand. Now, shh, I’m trying to use you as a pillow.”

It didn’t make any sense that her agreement with me caused me anger. Why didn’t she want to be in a relationship with me? Why didn’t she push back and demand answers? Her quiet acceptance of my complications messed with me more than I liked, and it was a long time before I fell asleep with her body wrapped around me.

Logan was in my head and heart, and I had no idea what to do about it.