Trust (Temptation #3)(31)

Logan’s face softened and an expression of deep affection—and a little shock—crossed his features. “Umm…”

Tate chuckled at the unintelligent response and repeated back to him, “Umm?”

Logan blinked several times and shook his head against the mattress. “I’m sorry. I think my brain stopped when you agreed so easily.”

A grin hit Tate’s lips, and he couldn’t help but ask, “Why?”

“Wh…why,” Logan asked, and before Tate knew it, he was rolled to his back and Logan was over him. “I’m surprised because I expected to have to argue all the reasons why this is a good thing for us.”

“Oh, I see,” he said and bit back a laugh, placing his hands behind his head.

Logan lowered his mouth to bite his bicep, growling against his skin. “Damn it, you’re gorgeous. I’ll call tomorrow too.”

“I think that’s a very good idea if your cock is any kind of indication.”

A gruff sound of agreement left Logan’s throat as he nodded. “You too, I see.”

“I think I showed you just how much I liked it the other night when you first suggested it.”

“I do seem to remember that. Your lack of control was…”

“Yes?” Tate prodded.

“Promising to my plight, to say the least.”

He spread his legs and bent them so Logan was cradled between before asking, “Have you, you know, ever been with someone that way before?”

Logan shook his head.

But Tate had to ask, “Not even with—”

“Chris?” Logan supplied, screwing his nose up with such disgust that Tate knew he had his answer. “Hell no. I’ve never been with anyone like that. I’ve never wanted to—until you.”

The sincerity behind those two words was obvious, and when Logan laid his cheek against his shoulder, Tate closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of his body pressed against him.

“I never imagined it could be like this. Not for me. And certainly not with you,” Logan said.

Tate tightened his arms. “Me neither. I never would have guessed the first time we met that we’d end up here. Not in a million years.”

“Yeah, I seem to remember that. Didn’t matter though. I had enough hope for the both of us.”

“Hope?” Tate scoffed. “You, Logan Mitchell, do not wait around and hope.”

Logan raised his chin and aimed gleaming eyes at him. “No? Then what do I do?”

Tate leaned up and whispered against his lips, “You take what you want.”

“Yeah, I do.”

Nodding, Tate bit Logan’s lip like he had that first time in the conference room. Logan groaned and took his mouth, spearing his tongue inside for a taste and moving his body over him in a delicious rub that had Tate reaching for his hips.

They were well on their way to a second go-around when a loud knocking started on the door.

“Ignore them. They’ll go away,” Logan said and skimmed his mouth over Tate’s jaw.

He tilted his head back so Logan could run his tongue over his throat, and as their cocks grazed one another, Tate pushed up again only to hear knock, knock, knock.

“Logan,” he groaned. “They aren’t leaving.”

Apparently, that didn’t bother Logan in the slightest, because he was working his way down to his nipple.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Logan cursed and finally rolled off him. “If that’s Cole, I swear to God I’m going to kick his ass. I avoided him all day after he scheduled that stupid meeting. The last thing I want to do is deal with him.”

Tate pressed a palm to his stiff dick and willed himself to calm down. “I’ll go, okay? You stay right there,” he said before he got off the bed to walk over to Logan’s closet, where he kept his running shorts. After snagging a pair, he pulled them up and turned to see Logan on his back, checking him out. “Yeah, stay just like that. I’ll take care of him and then…then I’ll come back and take care of you.”

Logan’s eyelids lowered to half-mast, and Tate practically ran down the hall, wanting to get back in there as soon as possible. Just as he was reaching for the lock on the door, the knocking sounded again and he had to admit that, if this was Cole, he was about to tell him to fuck off—just as Logan had suggested.

Pulling the door open, he was about to do just that, but the person standing on the opposite side was not Cole—no, she certainly is not. Tate’s eyes narrowed as the woman lowered her hand and admired his naked chest and shorts before flashing a mischievous smile.

“Well, hi there, handsome. I was not expecting someone like you to be answering the door.”