Trust (Temptation #3)(14)

“You want it, don’t you, Tate?”

When Tate didn’t immediately answer, Logan jammed his hips against him—hard.

“You can have it. You can have me whenever you like. However you like. But it would be much easier if we were living together. Don’t you think?”

“Jesus,” Tate cursed, gripping Logan’s hand where it rested on his upper thigh. “You’re seriously asking me that now?”

“I’m just trying to make a point…”

Tate pushed up, and when they were both kneeling and the vest covering his back was against Logan’s front, he turned his head to face him. “How about you make it after you fuck me?”

Logan bit Tate’s bottom lip, then he grinned against that irritated mouth and shoved his shoulder so he was back on all fours. “You’re a very bossy bottom, Mr. Morrison.”

“Like you aren’t,” Tate mumbled, and then he grunted when Logan pinched his ass.

“We aren’t talking about me,” Logan reminded him as he grabbed the bottle of lube, opening it. With a slick finger, he traced down to Tate’s hole and gently pressed it inside.

“Holy shit,” Tate whispered, grabbing his cock and starting to work it.

“I believe we were discussing your penchant for being stubborn and, on occasion…bossy.” Logan pulled his finger free of the hot hole it had found, and when he slowly pushed it back in, Tate let out a hiss of air. “When you get all mouthy like that, it drives me fucking crazy.”

Harsh breathing filled the bedroom as Logan worked Tate over one finger at a time. He could tell by the way Tate’s arm had started a more rapid movement beneath him that his arousal was getting to that breaking point. That fevered edge when, soon, he wouldn’t give a fuck what was done to him. He’d just want to come—and that’s exactly where Logan wanted him.

With his fingers buried deep inside, Logan made sure to widen and then drag them out, hitting that small bundle of nerves that had Tate dropping forward and pressing his cheek to the pillow. He crowded down over him and removed his fingers, to then plant both hands by Tate’s head as he wedged his cock against his ass.

“Now you’re ready, aren’t you?”





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“Yes,” Tate replied without hesitation. “Hell yes, Logan. Do it.”

Tate was pretty sure that, if he were any more ready, he’d come all over his sheets before Logan’s cock got even halfway inside him. Gritting his teeth, he closed his eyes and pumped his hips, sliding his dick through his closed fist as Logan’s thick length teased and tormented him with each glide between his ass cheeks.

“Another perk—and I’m just adding this because, honestly, stopping for a condom right now is gonna just about kill me. If you move in with me, we could certainly discuss forgoing this step and be able to come all hot and sticky inside—”

“Oh, fuck…fuck!” Tate cried out, and there was no way in hell he could stop his orgasm as it hit and exploded all over his hand and sheets. He felt Logan still behind him and was about to speak when a strong hand flattened on his shoulder and pushed him down to his stomach.

“You did not just come,” Logan growled in disbelief.

Tate tried to hold back a laugh at Logan’s shocked tone.

But when Logan’s lips found his ear and he whispered, “You fucker,” Tate lost it and a chuckle slipped free.

“Oh, you think this is funny do you?” Logan asked, clearly frustrated and aroused.

Tate bucked against the solid wall of muscle pinning him to the mattress and reveled at the hard length that was still rubbing over his ass. “It’s not my fault you never shut up. I told you.”

“You know what I think?” Logan asked before he pressed his lips to Tate’s cheek when he turned his head on the pillow. “I think the thought of me coming in your tight ass made you so fucking hot you lost it.”

He couldn’t deny that. It had been that final visual that had sent him over the edge, but it had also been the thought of coming in Logan that had finally done it.

“Am I right?”

He couldn’t resist teasing Logan as he rolled over underneath him and kissed his mouth. “You’re half right.”

“And still fully hard.”

Tate widened his legs, and when Logan fit his body against him, the way he nestled their groins together made him arch his hips.

“Well, if you hadn’t been so busy pushing your agenda, you would be inside me right now instead of lying here, frustrated.”

Logan’s eyes scanned his face, and after he leaned down and took his lips in a fierce kiss, he told him, “Don’t you worry about me. I can work with this just fine.”