“Logan,” Tate growled.
As he felt strong fingers in his hair, he found it interesting that he didn’t give a shit that Amelia had just seen what she had. Tate wanted everyone here to know that Logan was his—for more than one night.
“I told you already, I’m not interested in anyone else.”
“Didn’t look that way,” Tate pointed out.
“Well, maybe you should have looked closer. She’s not interested in me.”
That got Tate’s attention. He took a step back and looked at Logan in his crumpled suit as he remained against the wall, eyelids lowered and lips swollen. Tate thought he’d never looked sexier.
“I already told her no,” Tate explained.
“Yes, well, she thinks you meant no to the three of us.”
Tate shook his head at the casual way shit fell out of Logan’s mouth.
“I did mean no to the three of us and to the two of us, meaning Amelia and me. There’s no way I’m sleeping with a coworker. It’s too messy.”
Logan pushed off the wall and stepped to him. “Good, because right now, you’re sleeping with me, and that’s going to take up all your time.”
Tate’s erection throbbed even harder at the thought. “God, go, would you? I’ll see you at the bar. I need a minute without you in it.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because you’re too fucking much. You make me insane.”
Logan leaned into him, and Tate tried to rationalize his irrational behavior, but he had nothing—except this man who was bringing out feelings in him that he hadn’t felt for a long time, if ever.
Turning his head, Tate couldn’t help himself from kissing Logan again, quick and hard, and then he stepped away and watched him walk down the hall.
As Logan came to the door leading out to the bar, he looked back to him once more. “Don’t be too long. I like looking at you.”
Tate’s heart sped up as if Logan had touched him. Instead of saying anything, he nodded, and when Logan winked at him, he felt a whole new kind of ache, but this one was located in his chest, not down between his legs. It was a hell of a lot more terrifying to think about.
* * *
“I was right, wasn’t I?”
Tate looked at Amelia with her hip against the back counter.
The initial rush of the evening had finally died down. Luckily for him, they’d been slammed when he stepped back out into the bar area. He’d located Logan at the far end, and he’d felt somewhat relieved to see that he already had a drink. Which meant that Tate could distract himself with other things until he got himself fully back under control.
“About what?” he hedged, but he knew what was coming.
“Don’t even. His reputation—it fits him, doesn’t it?”
Tate hadn’t liked hearing about the gossip before, and now was no different. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Okay Tate, you can pretend you aren’t secretly enjoying every minute in his bed, but newsflash, I’ve been there. I know how good he is.”
Tate didn’t want to cause a scene, but he was really getting sick of people getting in his face today about having slept with Logan. Then again, it wasn’t like he hadn’t known the man had been with—
Well, in this bar, nearly everyone.
On the other hand, Tate supposed, it wasn’t any of his business what Logan had done in the past, just who he was doing presently.
“Listen. I don’t care about anything he did before. I’m not interested.”
Amelia shifted and placed her palm on the counter by his where she touched her fingers to his hand. “I didn’t know you swung that way.”
“I don’t,” was Tate’s immediate answer, which he then realized was ludicrous, considering what she’d just seen and probably heard in the back.
“Oh, I think you do. It’s okay. I think it’s hot, and hey, if anyone is going to make you try anything, it would be Logan. He’s very persuasive.”
Tate swallowed, remembering similar words coming from Logan’s mouth about trying things. Tate knew he was way beyond having tried something though, and he was now in the doing portion.
“I need a cigarette.”
Amelia laughed at him. “I didn’t know you smoked.”
“I don’t unless I’m drinking.”
“Or having an anxiety attack?” she quipped.
Tate squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them to look down at the petite blonde in front of him. Why am I not attracted to her? Life would be so much easier.
“Don’t feel bad. He’s hard to resist,” she comforted.
Yeah, isn’t that the truth. Logan was impossible to resist, and as Tate looked over his shoulder at the guy and found him looking right back, he knew that his brain had moved beyond the physical. He had feelings for Logan—emotions that were going to make things messy, tangled, and beyond complicated.