Tate watched with complete focus as Logan pushed up on both hands and dragged the lower half of his body over his in a sensual rub.
With Logan naked and hovering above him, Tate was more than happy to lie there and enjoyed the view. He knew what Logan was about to do and had absolutely no problem being used by this man for his pleasure.
The muscles in Logan’s arms bunched as he flexed his hips and thrust his engorged erection over Tate’s sticky flesh, connecting their cocks on every stroke of his body. His eyes latched on to Tate’s and stayed there as his full lips parted and he swiped his tongue over them.
Tate couldn’t drag his eyes off him, and he wondered how Logan would react if he started talking. So, as he pulled Logan down to grind against him a little harder, he began to do just that.
“It’s so hot when you use me to get off.”
Logan’s eyes darkened at his words, and his thrusts picked up pace.
“The way your face gets so serious, like you’ll kill anyone who dares to interrupt your pleasure. And so you should, because, Logan?” he teased, leaning up so he could sink his teeth into Logan’s jaw. “You’re so fucking sexy when you’re turned on. The thought of your come inside me definitely made my balls ache, but it was the thought of filling your ass with mine that really sent me over the edge.”
Logan’s jaw clenched as his body tensed above him, and then his eyes shut and he shouted Tate’s name so loud that he made his ears ring. As his cry of pleasure finally subsided, Tate felt warm fluid drip onto his lower abdomen.
“You dirty-talking tease,” Logan accused as he lowered his body down on top of him.
“One of my best qualities, wouldn’t you say?”
Logan’s lips skimmed his chin as he agreed, “I most certainly would.”
“I know,” Tate said, feeling smug that he’d, in his own way, won this round with Logan. It was a rare event. That was for sure.
“Hey?” Logan asked, breaking through his thoughts.
“Yeah?”
“You trust me, right?”
The question was so out of place and so serious that it brought Tate out of his relaxed, sexual lethargy real fucking fast.
“Of course,” he replied and sat up as Logan moved off him to lie by his side. “Why did you ask me that?”
Logan licked his top lip and looked beyond his shoulder.
“Logan?” Tate asked, waiting until he had his attention again. “Why would you ask me that? You know I trust you or I wouldn’t be here with you.” Then Tate remembered where Logan had been earlier today. “What happened at Cole’s this morning?”
Logan rolled to his back and looked at the ceiling. “Nothing.”
“You’re a terrible liar,” Tate told him as he undid his vest and shirt.
Logan shook his head on the pillow and said, “Fuck, I hope not. Most days, my career depends on that.”
“On lying?”
“On being…convincing.”
Tate moved to the side of the bed and stood to undress. Then he turned the light off and climbed back in. “Well, you’ve never had a problem being that. But you still didn’t answer me.”
“And you haven’t answered me.”
“Yes, I did. I told you that I trust you.” Tate could just make out Logan’s eyes in the moonlight—he was so serious.
“Not about that,” Logan said.
They eyed one another in a silent battle of wills, and finally, Tate turned away.
“Can we talk about it tomorrow when I’m not half asleep?”
Logan moved in closer and placed a hand on his chest. “Will you talk to me, or are you going to shut down and run?”
Tate thought about all the things he wanted to say and had no idea how he would even start. But he knew that, if he didn’t say something soon, Logan would undoubtedly get the wrong idea altogether.
“I’ll talk, but you have to promise to listen and try to understand. Deal?”
Logan’s hand stopped where he’d been drawing circles on his skin, and then he kissed him. “Deal. But that doesn’t mean I won’t try to change your mind.”
Tate closed his eyes as Logan settled in beside him. As he lay there, he tried to think of a way to explain to this self-made, confident man that he needed to carry his own weight. That he needed to be able to stand on his own two feet before he could even think about moving in and sharing that responsibility with another. But he was drawing a blank. How could he ever admit to a man like Logan that he felt as though he was starting from scratch and it scared him half to death?
He had no idea, but he had several hours to come up with something because there was no way in hell that Logan would ever let this go.