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LOGAN

“ O h my god.”

Quentin chuckled as he held onto me. “Isn’t it amazing?”

“Not sure if amazing is the word I’d use for this.” I stared over the edge of the roof, watching the hundreds of people below us laugh and party. “Don’t tell me you used to come up here with all your previous women.”

“Not even two hours into this relationship and you’re jealous.”

I rolled my eyes, my skin heating at his absolutely correct assumption. “Forgive me for feeling a little possessive of my super-hot and talented boyfriend.”

Quentin grinned, both dimples coming out full force as he stared at me with soft green eyes. “Boyfriend sounds so juvenile, but I kinda love it.”

“Seeing as you’ve never been one before,” I muttered under my breath. “How did you know about this place?”

“Discovered it my freshmen year. I was a dumbass and at the party in the yard when I looked up and saw some of the older guys hanging out. There were usually two or three of them, drinking beers and sitting up here while everyone else partied and made assess of themselves. I wanted to be the guy up here then.”

Quentin pulled me into his lap, so my back was against his chest. His musky cologne filled my lungs, and his breath tickled my neck. Goose bumps exploded down my arms and legs as he played with my hair. “I fucking love your hair. Logan. It is my second favorite part of you.”

“Oh, and the first?” I teased, scooting closer to him. I wanted no distance between us. He’d told me he loved me twice and that it was his first time. That felt special and amazing.

“Your smile.” He kissed my temple. “And laugh. The combination of those two… lethal.”

“That’s adorable.”

“Your ass and tits are right behind though, so don’t think I’m nauseatingly cute though.”

I snorted. “That makes more sense.”

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered, running his nose along my jaw. “Not just in bed but talking to you.”

“I know. I’ve missed you so much too, Quentin. There have been so many things I couldn’t wait to text you about but couldn’t.”

“Like what?” He ran one hand up and down my left side, grazing under my boob for a second before moving toward my stomach.

The small touch had my stomach swooping.

“The fact that the manager of our shifts at the library witnessed Rebecca being a jerk and changed her shifts to the worst ones ever. Or I tried a new recipe and it was the worst thing I’ve ever tasted. Or the new playlists I made with clever names, if I don’t say so myself.”

“Tell me every detail.”

I spoke for ten minutes straight, telling him all the silly little things I’d wanted to all week, and he laughed and acted like I was the most interesting person in the world. I went through the disastrous dinner where I burned the taco meat and seasoning to the point the fire alarm went off. “Jordan had to swing the couch pillows for ten minutes to try to get the smoke out.”

“I’m bummed I missed that.” He chuckled and wrapped his arms around my middle, moving me to sit on his lap at this point. “I want to tell you some things too.”

“Yeah?”

“I told my mom to get therapy if she wants to have a relationship with me.”

“Quentin.” I tried to face him, but he kept me facing away from him. “That’s huge.”

“It sucks, but the therapist I started seeing said setting boundaries is the best thing for me right now. It starts with her.”

“You’re seeing a therapist?” I tried moving again, but he held on tighter. “Let me look at you, damn it.”

He released his grip so I spun around and straddled his lap as he looked up at me with nerves in his eyes.

“You sweet, wonderful man. How brave of you.”

“It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Yes, it is.” I kissed his forehead, and when I pulled back, his eyes were closed, and he had the smallest smile on his lips. “You have emotional baggage to work through. Hell, we all do, but asking for help is the first step. I’m so proud of you.”

“I did it for you,” he whispered, his voice deeper than normal. “Not… for you. I did it for myself but because I want to be someone who deserves you. I don’t want to run away just because I upset you. I don’t want to assume everyone in my life will leave me so it’s better to be an ass and push people away. I don’t want to assume that without hockey I’m worthless. Those thoughts aren’t healthy.”

“They aren’t.” I smiled at him. “But they are normal for what you went through, and you want to grow and heal those wounds. I love that so much.”

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Logan. Even if that means being a better version of myself, I’ll do it.”

“I love you,” I said, choking on the words. “I love your grumpy heart, because you’re actual so sweet it hurts.”

His throat bobbed as he blinked a few times. “Can you say it again?”

“Grumpy heart?”

He gripped my waist with his hands, tight, like he was afraid I’d fall if he let go. “No. Give me the other thing.”

“I love you.”

His eyes shuttered before he swallowed hard. “I will never tire of hearing those words from you. Even if I feel like I don’t deserve them?—”

“None of that.” I pushed him back, so he lay on the roof, and I was over him. “Never speak like that again in front of me, okay, baby?”

“Are you mocking me?” His lips quirked.

“No. I’m saying that if I give you my love, you deserve it. I refuse to let you question it. You get me?”

He nodded.

“Good boy.” I swallowed, suddenly feeling brave and wild and free. “Unbutton your pants for me, Quentin.”

“What?” He stiffened and blinked.

“You heard me.” I undid my bra and tossed it to the side, leaving my shirt on. I undid my jeans and slid them down. “You want to burn off adrenaline, yeah?”

“Fuck me, you’re so hot.” He panted as he undid his belt. “Jesus, Logan, sit on my face.”

“No, I’m going to ride you on the roof you’ve always wanted to be on.”

“Sure, but you’re going to sit on my face first. I want to taste my girlfriend’s pussy as she stares at the stars.”

He gripped my knees and pulled me forward before spreading my thighs so my pussy lined up with his mouth. “This is the hottest thing of my life,” he said, slowly licking my clit as he stared up at me. “Look at my girl, so wet and trusting.”

“Shit.” I whimpered as he sucked my clit hard, never breaking eye contact. Every cell in my body tingled with awareness and want. I could hardly breathe with how good he felt, how hot this was. “Quentin, this was about you. ”

“This is about me, baby,” he said between strokes. “I want your cum all over my face before we go down to the party. Everyone will know.”

“God, that’s barbaric and so hot.” My entire body trembled.

“Grab my hair and pull while I make you scream.”

It was almost too much. His finger teased my asshole while he ate me out hard. He groaned, and the deep vibration rattled through me.

“Quentin… oh my…”

“You taste fucking amazing. Obsessed.” He hummed against me, nipping my clit before the orgasm started. It was a slow burn, starting at my core and spreading through my limbs as pleasure overtook me. I leaned forward, holding onto the roof for support as I cried out. “Quentin, oh my god, I’m coming!”

“Louder,” he commanded.

I couldn’t deny him. I screamed his name as he let me ride out the orgasm. Anyone could look up at see me like this, but I didn’t care. It was liberating and freeing to do something so dirty with him. My skin was probably bright red from the attention and fact we were in public, but I loved it. I loved how free we were together and how brave he made me feel.

“God, your taste is my favorite.” He lifted me off him, his eyes wide and heated. “I want you to ride me, baby. I want to see your face while you come on my cock.”

“That, I can do.” I kissed him, tasting myself on his lips before I gently lowered myself onto his cock. “You fill me perfectly, Quentin,” I moaned, arching my back and taking him as deep as possible.

He held onto my lower back as I ground against him. His gaze never left mine as he whispered, “I love you so much, Logan. You’re so perfect riding me like this. So pretty.”

“You feel so good, Quentin.” Our pace was perfect, the slow rolling of my hips as he played with my clit with his thumb. The cool air breezed over us, but I was all heat.

“You take me so well right on the roof where anyone can see us. Does that turn you on, baby?”

“Yes.” I moaned as he pistoned into me deeper, hitting my G-spot with a deep stroke. “Everyone knows I belong to you now.”

“You do.” He leaned forward and cupped the back of my head, dragging my mouth down for a kiss.

I kissed him back, sucking his tongue as someone catcalled from below. I stilled but only for a second. “Someone can see us.”

“Good. Let’s give them a show then, baby.”

It was the hottest thing ever to be fucked on a third story rooftop, where people knew what we were doing but didn’t know who we were. I moaned as Quentin flipped me onto my back, going deeper and deeper.

He kissed my forehead, then my mouth slowly. “I want hours with you naked. I want to cherish you and make you feel so good, but right now, I want to fuck you hard and grip your hair.”

“Pull it hard then.”

He shuddered at my answer and went even harder. He hadn’t fucked me like this before, wild and unhinged and free. It was insane. He bit down on my shoulder as I cried out. The combination of the pain and pleasure caused a deep longing for another orgasm. The hard roof hurt my hands as he plowed into me, but I didn’t care. This was for Quentin.

He gripped my hair hard, his deep groan of satisfaction fueling my pleasure as he said, “Fucking filthy. You’re so hot like this, trusting me up here. I love you. I love your body.”

I shuddered at the intensity and desperation in his words. He was close. His thighs clenched on my body, and I changed the angle of my hips so each thrust brought me closer. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

“Come. I want to feel you clench around me. I need to hear you, Logan.”

It was too much—the feeling of his breath on my neck, the pull of my hair, the way he thrust into me without holding back. It was the real Quentin, and I fell apart, crying out his name.

“That’s my girl,” he moaned, his grip tightening on my waist. “Fuck, fuck, baby I’m coming.”

He stilled after a minute, his body weight on top of mine as he sighed. “Wow.”

My chest heaved for oxygen from the strength of the pleasure. My toes tingled, and spots danced behind my eyelids. “We fucked on a roof.”

“We sure did.” He moved to the side and pushed up onto his elbows and grinned. “For round one.”

“What now?”

He laughed as he helped me sit up and put my underwear and jeans back on. Once I was covered, he slid his pants up and pulled me into his lap. “I love knowing my cum is dripping down your thighs right now and yours is on my mouth. We’re going to party and dance while I show you off to everyone. Then, we’re going home, and we’re gonna do it again.”

“I like that sound of that.” I giggled and leaned into him. He snuggled me and hummed a familiar song. “Wait, is that Dua Lipa?”

“Yup. I was listening to your playlists when we were temporarily broken up. I wanted to feel closer to you, so I uh... made a duplicate of yours and listened to them while I worked out.”

“Adorable.”

“You keep using that word, and while I appreciate it, can we use a different one?”

“Nope. You’re adorable. I love my adorable boyfriend.”

“Mm, okay, that I liked.” He kissed my neck again, breathing against my skin with a deep sigh. “Would you move with me?”

“Wait, are you leaving?” I tensed. He couldn’t leave! We just got together! “You can’t, Quentin. What does?—”

“Shh, baby. I meant in a year or so. I know your family is here, and you love the school you’re working at now, but if I get drafted somewhere, would you come with me?”

“If we’re together?—”

“Logan, listen to me. There is no one else but you . I don’t love easily. Hell, I didn’t think I could ever love anyone. I thought I was too broken or damaged. You asked me if I’m all in, and I am. We’re in this together. ”

“That’s in a year or so…”

“We can go slow.” He picked up my hand and kissed the back of it. “Yeah, I can slow down so I don’t freak you out.”

“I’m not freaked out at all.” I chewed on my lip. “I think it’s the fact I was with Gage that long, and at two years, he did what he did. You’re not him. I know that. But two years to me seems so… scary.”

“Mm, yeah, I get that.” He lifted my hair up from one shoulder and moved it to the other. “I’ll ask you again next summer. That should be enough time to prove it to you.”

“Okay I love this confident version of you, but last week you were pushing me away. I want to know what changed.”

“Fair. That’s fair.” He sighed, and his breath tickled my neck. “I talked to Theo. I called him earlier this week, and he helped me figure out the future. He had hockey and my sister and nursing and his family. He prioritized hockey, sure, but it wasn’t his entire life. He was well-rounded, and he said falling in love with my sister made everything else better in his life. I was actually jealous.” Quentin laughed and played with my fingers before he continued. “He basically called me on my shit and told me I was my own problem. Between him, Audrey, then the therapist, I realized I was in charge of my future. Instead of blaming others, I had to look at myself.”

“You have a great support system around you.”

“I see that now. I didn’t before, but I’m learning.” He pointed toward the back corner of the yard. “Is that Jordan undressing right now?”

“Oh my.” I spied my best friend removing her pants near a hot tub. “Maybe she’s— oh no.”

Preston came out of nowhere and picked her up with her pants at her ankles. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she looked pissed, and he looked annoyed. They disappeared back into the hockey house a minute later. “Those two.”

“They need to bang it out. Respectfully, of course,” Quentin said, earning a chuckle from me. “Thank you, by the way.”

“For what?”

“Seeing me. Loving me despite all of it.”

“I love you because of who you are, not despite.” I grabbed his hand and kissed his palm this time, mirroring his action from earlier. “I’ll give it until next summer. That’s enough time to prove it to you.”

“Such a smart ass.” He laughed and pulled me tighter. “I know we need to party. But I want you all to myself.”

“Let’s go celebrate with your team, Hawthorne. Then, we can celebrate alone back home.”

“Home.” I could hear the grin in his smile. “You know I’m gonna be addicted to living with you. You’re stuck with me now.”

“We can revisit next summer.”

“Can’t wait, baby.”