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“Bullshit,” Tate cut in. “You can’t walk away from me any more than I can from you.”
“I didn’t even stop to think how old you were. I just had to have you. That should tell you everything.”
Tate’s tongue swiped his lip as he leaned forward and informed him confidently, “Pretty sure I left nothing out of you whenever we’ve been together.”
“My Tate.”
“Sorry, I don’t give a fuck what anyone else calls you. To me, you’ll always be Tate.”
Ahh. There was the cinnamon. There was the hint of tobacco. And as Tate pushed his hips up grinding against him, Logan groaned. There is Tate.
“Maybe tonight. But for now, you may want to brace yourself.”
“Then I’m going to bring you out here, unzip these jeans, and suck you off until you come down my throat.”
“Get in the car and unzip your jeans. I’m fucking hungry.”
He was going to suck Tate’s fucking brains out his cock.
“You like that? I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to know you love having me in your ass, Tate.”
“I’m going to suck you and fuck you until you come. Your only job? Don’t make a mess in my car. Keep it right here, in my mouth. Got it?”
“Yes,” he groaned. “Watch me.”
“Your tight ass gripping my finger, the sounds you make as your delicious cock explodes down my throat. Yeah, Tate. You’re all kinds of sexed out. By me.”
He let their mouths connect, figuring that he must be as dirty as Logan, because he wanted to taste himself on Logan’s lips.
“I was thinking about how it feels when I’m under you.”
“Did I do something to piss you off?”
I’m such a fool for this guy.
“He’s mine,” Logan was quick to claim, and Tate had no problem with that. Shelly was something else.
“Excuse me. I got off an elevator. You were getting off on him.”
“Sorry, Blondie, I’m done playing for your team at this time.”
“No…I'm guessing you're hard. Really fucking hard.”
Somewhere between the elevator ride up to Cole’s and this very second, Logan realized exactly what he wanted, and it was all wrapped up in two words—Tate Morrison.
“Go. Let him take you home. The way you’ve been watching him all night, I’m surprised you made it this long.”
The time for silence was about to come to an abrupt end, Tate thought—it was time to play.
Then he grabbed Logan’s face, sinking his tongue deep into that sexy mouth and returned the one-two punch Logan was dishing out.
“I want to feel you press me down into my mattress and take me.”
“I want to watch you fuck your hand and my fingers. Think you can do that?”
Show me. Show me how you get off whenever you think about me. Just like the other night in the car.”
He pushed his finger over the tight skin and into the crease until he found what he was looking for.
“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 was giving himself over, finally admitting he was in this—really in this. “I want to feel your hands on me,” Tate said.
“Fuck, Tate. Now.”
“I meant what I said earlier. I’m already yours, so whatever you need...”
“Miss Cline. We meet again.” Logan’s voice dripped of saccharine sweetness and was Tate’s only warning before he stepped around him and added, “How unfortunate.”
Logan pushed his hands into his pockets, making his jacket spread open, and Tate didn’t miss the way her eyes lowered down over Logan’s body.
“Have to say, it takes balls to show up where you’re not wanted, so maybe it isn’t such a surprise that Tate likes me after all. Your pair’s almost as big as mine.”
“You have no idea.”
“Now that is an interesting question. Would you like to answer her, or should I?”
“What’s killing you the most? The fact that you don’t have him or that I do?”
It was an odd, humorless sound that Logan never wanted to hear after today. It was the sound of someone cracking, falling apart, and not understanding why.
Logan was stunned, and as his eyes found Diana’s, he was more than slightly pleased that she was too.
Logan could see
the flush of anger and hurt spreading across his cheeks.
Tate looked over at him, and as Logan stared back, he’d never felt so fucking helpless in his whole life.
If heartache had a face, it was Tate’s right then, but instead of responding, he spun away and marched out of the house, leaving him to follow.
he’d be damned if they didn’t know they’d just let an amazing human being walk out their door because of their own ignorance.
“How could you treat him like that? You'd rather side with some malicious bitch than trying to understand your own son? I've never met anyone like Tate—”
