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“You can’t walk away from me any more than I can from you.”
“Heaven forbid. Logan Mitchell in a church? You may get struck by lightning. I wouldn’t want that.”
“We’re hardly strangers. But then, you might have forgotten all the dirty details at your age.” Asshole.
LOL
“My Tate.”
“This, what we’re about to do, isn’t just fucking. Not anymore.”
Logan wanted him, and if this was his fall into corruption, then he planned on making one hell of an impact.
“Good to see you no longer have an issue asking for what you want. But…I need you to eat first. Then, if you’re nice to me, I’ll eat you.”
“I like this restaurant. I come here a lot. But I have to say, I kind of wish it weren’t the case. This whole possessive side of yours is fucking hot.” “You’re demented.” “And you get all red when you’re jealous,” Logan chuckled.
“I can’t wait to give your mouth a reason to be so fucking dirty.”
Tate’s eyes moved over his face, and Logan could feel his heart beginning to thump hard inside his chest. I’m such a fool for this guy.
“You didn’t have to stop. I was more than happy to observe.”
SHE IS ME
“It’s going to be much better than fine, Logan. You know why? I can be dirty too, just like you.”
He was starting to realize that he wanted to do anything and everything when it came to this man, and wasn’t that eye opening?
Yes, touch me. Make me brave.
“What are you trying to do, kill me?” Tate shook his head. “No. I’m making you mine.” Logan released his hard-on and grabbed Tate’s ass, pulling him up so he could rub their cocks together. “Don’t you know? I’m already yours.”
Logan raised his arm, and Tate found himself moving in toward his side. It was amazing that something so simple had once felt so complicated. When, now, all it felt was right.
“Stop what exactly? Touching? Talking? Or inviting you to have me any way you like, anywhere you like? Because all you have to say are the words and I’m yours.”
It also didn’t hurt that being near him made Logan’s whole day that much better.
“What? It wasn’t,” he defended as Tate’s fingers took his, and the strangest thought rushed through his mind. Don’t do this to me. Not unless you mean it.
Logan stopped talking when Tate took a step forward and slid a hand into his hair. “You are special. So fucking special.”
“I could never hate you.”
“I think this is the first time you’ve cooked for me. Should I be worried?” Logan glanced up at him from where he was squatting and nodded. “Very.”
How he’d gotten so damn lucky, he had no idea, but if it took slicing open his wounds to keep Tate, then he was willing to rip them open and bleed all over himself.
“So sure of yourself.” “Is there a reason I shouldn’t be?”
these two god
“I was going to live for me,” he announced. “For what makes me happy. And you make me happy, Logan.” Logan exhaled as Tate pinned him with serious eyes. “You make me crazy and furious and out of my mind with need, but in the end, you make me so fucking happy. I can’t ever remember feeling this way. And no one is going to tell me it’s wrong. No one.”
“If I’m lucky, huh? Maybe you’ll be the lucky one.” Tate knew Logan was joking but couldn’t help from telling him seriously, “I’m already the lucky one.”
“Is that how you win in court? Someone presents evidence you don’t like and you shrug and say, ‘I don’t care, Your Honor.’”
“Sometimes you’re very sweet, Logan Mitchell.” Logan ran a hand down Tate’s cheek and cupped his chin. “Shh. No one can ever know.” “Don’t worry. I won’t tell a soul.” “You better not. My reputation’s already compromised.”
“Now I’m really fucking selective. As in, there’s only one choice, one option, and one person I even think about.” “Oh yeah?” Logan nodded. “Yeah. Ever since he served me a gin and tonic and told me he was straight.”
“I will never be prouder than I will be tonight with you.”
“In case I get busy in there and don’t say it, thank you.” “For?” Tate asked as his eyes softened. Logan squeezed his fingers, and as they started walking inside, he answered, “Always being willing to try.”
