and Logan removed his hand to grab Tate’s leather-clad ass. He pulled his hips forward as his mouth found the side of his neck. Logan sucked the skin between his teeth and rubbed his erection against Tate’s thigh.
“You have nothing to be jealous of,” Tate tried reassuring him.
Logan was past thinking rationally though, so when he pressed their mouths together, he confessed boldly, “I don’t fucking care. Even the thought of you with someone else during a simple game of Pictionary makes me insane.”
Both of them froze as the words lingered between them, and Logan knew that he’d just given his entire hand away. He’d finally admitted that this thing between them was so much more than sex.
He wanted this night, this moment where everyone knew Tate was with him , to be real—to be the way their life really was. He wasn’t quite sure how Tate would react, but when his lips were taken in a brutal kiss, that was good enough for him.
As Tate’s tongue slid inside his mouth, Logan kneaded the tight ass in his hands. Damn , he wished they were home. He wanted to do exactly what Tate had suggested earlier and peel him out of those pants—with his teeth.
Logan crushed his body against Tate’s and used him to rub against as he continued to taste the tongue twisting around his own. He could feel Tate’s hard-on trapped behind the leather as he ground it against him, and Logan tried his hardest to keep his hands above clothing.
Tate pulled his mouth away, and when his head fell back against the wall, Logan’s fingers dug into the supple leather. He rested his forehead beside him and sighed, “God, what you do to me is unreal. Fuck, Tate.”
“Later. After Pictionary.”
He brought a hand around to Tate’s cock and palmed him. “Fuck Pictionary.”
Tate’s hips thrust against him as he grabbed his shoulders with both hands. “We need to go back inside.”
“In a minute,” Logan protested. “When I’m done.”
As it was, he was nowhere near done—he was busy being distracted.
So distracted that he didn’t hear the elevator, and he sure as fuck didn’t hear the two women who got out on Cole’s floor.
* * *
Tate closed his eyes and tried to think as Logan methodically tore his inhibitions to shreds. He’d had no clue what to expect from tonight, but being introduced as Logan’s boyfriend hadn’t been it. So when it had happened and felt…normal, Tate had let the idea sink in and settle.
This is what it would feel like to be with Logan as a couple.
Tate brought his hands to Logan’s chest and smoothed them over the hard pecs beneath his blue shirt. He felt Logan’s fingers massaging his ass, and Tate couldn’t help clenching it as he undulated his hips harder against the thigh that was now wedged between his own. He grabbed Logan’s waist for a stronger connection, and that was when two female voices met his ears.
“Check it out,” he heard, and he opened his eyes to see a gorgeous blonde woman whack her friend on the arm.
As they walked farther down the hallway, the brunette seemed to realize that she was watching two men. Not only that, but they were in the middle of nearly ripping each other’s clothes off.
“Umm, maybe we should give them a minute.”
Tate doubted a minute would do, especially since Logan hadn’t even noticed that they were being watched yet. He tried to slow Logan down by pushing him away a little, but he was going nowhere. Instead, he traced his tongue up over his Adam’s apple, making him moan.
“Does it really look like a minute is going to end that? In a minute, I'm hoping one is going to get down on his—”
“Shelly!”
Ahh, so this is Shelly and—
Logan finally noticed they had an audience, and Tate almost cursed the fact he’d stopped kissing his neck to face them.
Tate watched the two women come to a stop and had no doubt that the expression on Logan’s face was sexually suggestive. He’d seen that look several times,
“You have nothing to be jealous of,” Tate tried reassuring him.
Logan was past thinking rationally though, so when he pressed their mouths together, he confessed boldly, “I don’t fucking care. Even the thought of you with someone else during a simple game of Pictionary makes me insane.”
Both of them froze as the words lingered between them, and Logan knew that he’d just given his entire hand away. He’d finally admitted that this thing between them was so much more than sex.
He wanted this night, this moment where everyone knew Tate was with him , to be real—to be the way their life really was. He wasn’t quite sure how Tate would react, but when his lips were taken in a brutal kiss, that was good enough for him.
As Tate’s tongue slid inside his mouth, Logan kneaded the tight ass in his hands. Damn , he wished they were home. He wanted to do exactly what Tate had suggested earlier and peel him out of those pants—with his teeth.
Logan crushed his body against Tate’s and used him to rub against as he continued to taste the tongue twisting around his own. He could feel Tate’s hard-on trapped behind the leather as he ground it against him, and Logan tried his hardest to keep his hands above clothing.
Tate pulled his mouth away, and when his head fell back against the wall, Logan’s fingers dug into the supple leather. He rested his forehead beside him and sighed, “God, what you do to me is unreal. Fuck, Tate.”
“Later. After Pictionary.”
He brought a hand around to Tate’s cock and palmed him. “Fuck Pictionary.”
Tate’s hips thrust against him as he grabbed his shoulders with both hands. “We need to go back inside.”
“In a minute,” Logan protested. “When I’m done.”
As it was, he was nowhere near done—he was busy being distracted.
So distracted that he didn’t hear the elevator, and he sure as fuck didn’t hear the two women who got out on Cole’s floor.
* * *
Tate closed his eyes and tried to think as Logan methodically tore his inhibitions to shreds. He’d had no clue what to expect from tonight, but being introduced as Logan’s boyfriend hadn’t been it. So when it had happened and felt…normal, Tate had let the idea sink in and settle.
This is what it would feel like to be with Logan as a couple.
Tate brought his hands to Logan’s chest and smoothed them over the hard pecs beneath his blue shirt. He felt Logan’s fingers massaging his ass, and Tate couldn’t help clenching it as he undulated his hips harder against the thigh that was now wedged between his own. He grabbed Logan’s waist for a stronger connection, and that was when two female voices met his ears.
“Check it out,” he heard, and he opened his eyes to see a gorgeous blonde woman whack her friend on the arm.
As they walked farther down the hallway, the brunette seemed to realize that she was watching two men. Not only that, but they were in the middle of nearly ripping each other’s clothes off.
“Umm, maybe we should give them a minute.”
Tate doubted a minute would do, especially since Logan hadn’t even noticed that they were being watched yet. He tried to slow Logan down by pushing him away a little, but he was going nowhere. Instead, he traced his tongue up over his Adam’s apple, making him moan.
“Does it really look like a minute is going to end that? In a minute, I'm hoping one is going to get down on his—”
“Shelly!”
Ahh, so this is Shelly and—
Logan finally noticed they had an audience, and Tate almost cursed the fact he’d stopped kissing his neck to face them.
Tate watched the two women come to a stop and had no doubt that the expression on Logan’s face was sexually suggestive. He’d seen that look several times,
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