“Shit. That was good.” I backed away and yanked up my jeans and boxer briefs, not even wasting time to clean up. I had to get out of there.
Ashley turned around and sat on the bed. “Umm.”
“Did you come?”
She glared at me. “No, and what are you doing?”
I zipped up my pants and then buttoned the top. “I’ll take care of you next time.”
“What? Next time? There won’t be a—”
“Yes, there will.” I picked up her panties and handed them to her. “I would finish you off, but Mia might wake up. If she does, I’ll make her suck my cock and lick your juices off it. Would you like that?”
She frowned and said nothing.
What’s wrong? Feeling lonely again?
I targeted her with my gaze. “Tell me, don’t you like the idea of Mia licking your juices off me?”
“Why do you have to go now?”
“I don’t want to get caught. This is too much fun.”
She blinked. “We can’t do this again.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s wrong.”
“It was already wrong, and we did it. What will change one or two times of us doing it again? Either way, if Mia found out she would be mad no matter how many times we did it.”
“But—”
“I need you, Ashley. I’m feeling you. Tell me we can do this again? Please.”
She bit her bottom lip.
“It won’t be like this forever.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Let’s see where this goes, while I try to end it with Mia.”
She turned to the door and stared at it, before nodding.
“For now, this stays between us.”
She hugged herself. “Okay.”
“I will call you when we get back. You can guarantee that.”
Her expression brightened.
“Already, you’ve got my head spinning,” I lied. “It’s like...I’ve never known about sex, until I made love to you.” I made a big show of hearing something. “You hear that?”
“No.” She hurried and grabbed her dress. “Do you think they’re up? Do you think they heard?”
“Don’t worry. Clean yourself up. I’ll check.” I headed out of there and didn’t smile until the cabin door closed behind me.
I climbed the stairs to see if Mia had woken up yet and gone searching for me.
On the deck, the wind had picked up. The dark sky held no more fireworks and Logan remained holding Mia in his arms. In fact, Mia looked too damn cozy as she slept. Logan continued to watch her like a psycho.
Yeah. I’m not done with Mia yet.
Right when I was about to leave, I noticed Mia jerk her eyes open.
I stepped back into the shadows and watched.
Let’s see if you’re as dirty as Ashley said you were.
Mia realized that she was lying against Logan. She looked up and had to notice that he was gazing back at her.
Logan must’ve been happy. How long had he waited for her to wake up? How long had he been trying to sneak a kiss from her behind my back?
Their faces were barely three inches from each other.
“We fell asleep,” she whispered.
“We did.” Logan leaned in as if to kiss her.
I formed my fingers into fists, ready to punch the shit out of him. I didn’t care if it was his boat. At some point, I wasn’t going to let him disrespect me like he had been.
Right when Logan moved in another inch, Mia edged away and left his arms.
Good girl.
She cleared her throat. “I should go check on Tyson.”
Defeated, Logan didn’t even look at her. “Okay.”
She walked off, headed to the stairwell, and I remained in the shadows. She rushed past me and went down the stairs. I couldn’t help it as I moved out of the shadows and watched Logan sit there stunned on the deck.
You can’t have them all, man.
“Fuck.” Logan ran his fingers through his hair and leaned back in the lounge chair. “Fuck. Why did I do that?”
This whole Mia thing might be fun after all.
She’d been holding me off on the fucking, never letting me come to her apartment or put my hands in her jeans. One would’ve thought we were in high school. I’d been ready to break it off once I picked her up this morning and she had those ugly ass braids in her hair.
But Logan’s pissed off look right now is fucking priceless. Thanks, bro. Mia can stay around for a few weeks more.
He had it all—the American Boy looks, the money, and loving family. Even though his parents died early, they still loved him more than mine did. He’d been given it all without working for one damn thing.
Well, you won’t get Mia. And trust me, asshole, I’m going to rub your face in it, every damn time I get a chance.
10
Filthy Bastard
Mia
Logan shut Tyson’s notebook right as the waitress set our waters down.
“Are you ready to order?” she asked.
I shook my head. “No, I’m not hungry anymore.”
Logan shook his head. “Me either.”