Chapter 6
-Logan-
The boxers hit the floor.
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She turned on her toes, whiskey in hand, those bare legs walkin‘ away from me like a dare. The bedroom door stayed open behind her. Not cracked… wide open.
I didn’t move. Every muscle was locked up like a jammed trigger.
My brain said don’t. My dick was trying to drag me down the hall.
“Jesus,” I muttered.
I stared at the open door til my eyes burned. Then at the boxers on the floor.
I went to the cabinet, grabbed a bottle of tequila. Swallowed the heat until my throat felt cauterized. It didn’t help. Nothing would except going down that hallway, and that was the one thing I wasn’t gonna do.
I rubbed a hand over my jaw. Pulled a smoke out of my pack and was about to climb out the window onto the fire escape.
A sound came from the bedroom
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the rustle of sheets… a sigh.
My imagination ran away with it. Her bare legs sliding across my bed. My shirt hitching higher when she moved.
I pictured her thighs wrapped around my face, and I almost threw the bottle at the wall just to see somethin‘ break that
wasn’t me.
She told me she trusted me. That word hit harder than any punch I’d eaten all year. Trust is heavy. You carry it wrong, it breaks your back. You drop it, you don’t get to pick it up again.
I shoved the window open and climbed out, lighting my smoke. I tried to think of anything else. Rides scheduled, parts on order.
The list didn’t stick. Every line ended in her, the open door. The way she said, “What if I don’t want you to.
I thought about what I’d tell River tomorrow. Nothing. He’d see it on my face and make it worse.
I thought about what Scarlett would say. ‘Careful,‘ in that voice, like she already knew I wouldn’t be.
Another sound from the bedroom. A gasp – barely there, like she didn’t mean to let it out.
Fuck…. she was playin‘ with herself.
It hooked me under the ribs. I stubbed my cigarette and climbed back in the window before I knew I was moving.
“Don’t,” I told myself out loud.
The word hung there, stupid and thin.
“Just go to sleep,” I muttered, like she could hear me. “Please.”
Please. That was new. I didn’t like it.
I went back to the living room. Grabbed a throw blanket I never used and unrolled it across my stomach like that would chain me to the couch. It didn’t.
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It would be easy… that’s what scared me. Easy as crossing a room, easy as bracing a hand on the doorframe and saying her name. Easy as finding out if the heat in her eyes matched the heat between her legs.
I laid back down and anchored myself with the blanket. With the memory of her voice saying ‘I trust you‘ like it wasn’t a loaded gun in my hand.
Then another sound from the bedroom. A single word. “Fuck…”
And I was on my feet.
-Hailey-
I lay in his bed with the whiskey bottle in one hand, the other trailing down my stomach. My skin felt too hot, too alive. His sheets smelled like him, and it twisted something deep in my gut.
I couldn’t stop thinking about him out there. About those green eyes burning into mine, the way his hands gripped my hips like he wanted to pull me apart.
I’d never done anything like this before – never been so bold, so reckless. But here I was, sprawled on his bed, legs spread, his shirt barely covering me, and the door wide open.
I didn’t know what he was doing. Didn’t care. Maybe it was the whiskey, but all I knew was that I wanted him. And if he didn’t come in here soon, I’d go back out there. I’d crawl out of this bed and find him on the couch.
Crawl onto his lap and start grinding until he gave in.
My fingers dipped lower, and I gasped, biting my lip to keep the sound from carrying. My body was on fire, every nerve ending lit up like a live wire. I wished it was his hands on me, his mouth, his-
A creak from the hallway made me freeze. I heard him push the window open, smelled cigarette smoke waft in. Good, I was getting to him.
Another gasp escaped me as my fingers kept working. The heat between my legs was unbearable. I didn’t mean to make noise, but it slipped out. I froze, listening for his reaction. Any sign that he’d heard me.
I heard the window close.
“Don’t,” I heard him mutter, his voice rough. “Just go to sleep. Please.”
Please. The word echoed in my head, soft and desperate, and it lit something inside me. I wanted to hear him say it again, to see his control unravel.
I bit my lip, my fingers moving again, slow and steady. I wanted him to hear me… to know what he was doing to me,
Still, the footsteps didn’t come. “Coward,” I whispered, sinking back into the pillows.
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But then I heard it the faintest sound. Like a breath catching in his throat. My eyes snapped open, and I strained to listen. Was he imagining what I looked like right now, spread–eagle on his bed?
The thought sent a fresh wave of heat through me, and I couldn’t stop myself. My fingers moved again, faster this time, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. “Fuck…” I murmured, pushing myself closer to the edge.
I was close, so close, when I finally heard the footsteps. Slow, tortured, like he was fighting with every step. My heart raced, my stomach twisting with anticipation.
I slowed my pace as the shadow appeared in the doorway.
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He stood there for what felt like forever. I couldn’t see his face, but I could feel his eyes on me, burning into my skin. I knew he could see everything – the way my body arched into my own touch, the way my lips parted as I gasped his name.
“Logan.”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
