Faking the Play (Hot Mess Harems #2)

17. Amelia

Chapter seventeen

Amelia

I probably shouldn’t have thrown myself at Logan, and I almost definitely shouldn’t have kissed him. Not after sleeping with Ryan, and then what happened with Ethan at the party. It wasn’t fair to any of them, no matter what Ethan had said.

But my lips were on his and it felt amazing.

More than amazing. It felt right .

It was that thought that made me take a step back, horrified at my actions. “I am so sorry.”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “Okay, not exactly what a man wants to hear after a kiss.”

“I shouldn’t have kissed you,” I said. “I know you know about me and Ryan sleeping together, but Ethan and I fooled around too, and it’s not fair to you guys to keep doing this and—”

“Hey.” He grabbed my hand. “Take a breath, okay?”

I nodded, slowly inhaling and then exhaling. My pulse started to return to normal, but breathing wasn’t helping me with the guilt.

“I don’t think we should do this fake dating thing anymore,” I said. The thought of not spending time with the guys anymore hurt, but I couldn’t keep doing this to them.

One corner of Logan’s mouth twitched upward, surprising me. I supposed if he thought that was funny, I was right to end things.

“I am so glad you gave me that opening, because we’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you something.”

I pressed my lips together and crossed my arms, hoping I wouldn’t cry.

“We don’t want to fake date you,” he said. “We want you for real.”

I stared at him, my mouth opening and closing several times before I managed to ask him to repeat himself because I’d apparently hit my head or something.

He stood, closing the distance between us in a single step. Looking down at me, his eyes blazed with the kind of fire that burned a person from the inside out, and they thanked the stars while it did.

“We. Want. You.” He enunciated each word like that would make more sense.

“I don’t understand.”

He put his hand on my cheek, his thumb brushing back and forth across the corner of my mouth. “We were all thinking it, but Ethan’s the one who got us to say it out loud. We all want you, and we think you want all three of us too.”

And there it was, the thing I couldn’t do. I’d never be able to forgive myself if I got between them.

“We don’t want you to choose unless that’s what you want,” Logan continued. “We want to…well, we want to share you.”

“Share me?” I echoed.

“No choosing. No jealousy. No guilt.”

“You really think that’ll work?” I tried not to let my voice reveal how much I wanted that to be a real option.

“Ethan and I know that you had sex with Ryan,” Logan pointed out. “Was Ethan mad? I’m not mad. And then you went out with Ethan, and Ryan and I are fine.” He must’ve seen something that looked a lot like panic on my face because he added, “You don’t have to decide anything right now. We can just see where things go.”

It still sounded too good to be possible. Not having to choose between three sexy men who also happened to be my friends?

“But if you don’t want me, I’ll turn around and leave,” Logan said quietly. “No hard feelings. We’ll still be friends, and I won’t be mad at Ethan and Ryan either, if you just want to be with them.”

He was putting himself out there. The least I could offer was the truth.

“And if I do want you too?” I asked.

He gave me the sort of smoky smile that made my panties damp and my heart beat faster. “Then you just have to say the word and I’ll have you on that table, trying desperately not to scream my name.”

“Oh.” My pulse fluttered madly and my mind spun. “What word do I have to say?”

He lowered his head until his lips hovered bare millimeters above mine. “Yes, Amelia. Just say yes.”

It was somehow both the easiest and the hardest word I’d ever had to say.

“Yes.”

Logan made a sound low in his throat seconds before his mouth crashed into mine. I didn’t try to stifle my moan as his tongue swept between my lips, my yes unleashing a passion I’d never imagined Logan hid below the surface. At least not for me.

Without taking his mouth from mine, he lifted me onto the table, making the height difference between us a little easier to manage. Pulling my hair out of its ponytail, he buried a hand in the now loose strands, and I took that as permission to finally mess with that thick black hair. His other hand explored the rest of me, moving down along my waist and over my hip, down my leg as far as he could reach without breaking our kiss.

I was the one who pulled back first, gasping as his hand slid under the hem of my dress. I’d started preferring dresses to shorts during the summer when I was in high school, and it stuck with me. Now, as the heat of his hand traveled back up my leg, I discovered that my preference had other benefits. His fingers paused at the waistband of my panties.

“Have Ryan or Ethan tasted you yet?”

The rough edge to his voice sent goosebumps racing across my skin. I shook my head, the flush on my face deepening as I made a confession.

“No one has.”

Logan looked stunned. “You’re telling me that no one has ever gone down on you?”

I shook my head, dropping my gaze.

He hooked a finger under my chin and raised my head. “Let me guess. That asshole ex said it grossed him out, but he expected you to do it for him.”

I shrugged, and that seemed to be answer enough. My heart skipped a beat as Logan went down on his knees.

“And just so we’re clear,” he said as he pushed up my skirt. “I expect nothing in return. I just want to make you come on my tongue.”

With that pronouncement hanging in the air, he pulled my legs over his shoulders and buried his face between my legs. I made an embarrassing squeaking sound and pressed my fist against my mouth to keep it all inside. The last thing my reputation needed right now was for some curious student—or librarian—to find me in here with the star quarterback devouring me like a starving man at a feast.

The first pass of his tongue went over my panties and I flushed, knowing he’d be able to tell how turned on I was just from the bit of kissing we’d done. He didn’t say anything, just pulled my panties aside and ran the flat of his tongue over my sensitive skin. Then he changed it up, dancing the tip of his tongue along my slit, teasing at going deeper until I squirmed.

Or rather, I tried to. He grabbed my hips and held me in place with a steel grip. If it’d been someone else, I might’ve felt trapped, but with him, the harder he held me down, the safer I felt.

His lips moved over me, opening me up to his questing tongue. It circled my entrance, dipping inside for only a moment before moving up to that bundle of nerves that was waiting for some attention.

My entire body jerked the moment he touched my clit, the soft, wet heat of his tongue so different from fingers. Lighter pressure and a different texture registered in my brain, alongside the sensation of Logan’s hair brushing against the insides of my thighs, the near pain of fingers digging into my flesh.

But it was the fact that this was Logan—my friend, my first kiss, my Logan—that charged the pleasure coursing through me. Electricity in my veins, across my nerves, filling every cell with something too powerful to contain. I wanted to drop my head back, close my eyes, and just enjoy, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him. My breath came in ragged pants from between parted lips, my fingers held tightly to the edge of the table, and I watched as he pressed his mouth even closer.

Suddenly, his gaze flicked up to me and held. With us locked together like that, he took my clit between his lips and started to suck on it. Hard, deep pulls mixed with rough licks from the flat of his tongue, the exact opposite of the light touches from only moments ago. The change sent me careening over the edge with a stifled cry, my body jerking with the force of my orgasm.

He kept working my body through one climax and into a shocking second that had me curling over him, my fingers buried in his hair as I struggled to breathe. Only when I begged him to stop, my overloaded nervous system unable to take anything else, did he sit back on his heels, face shiny, a smug grin curving his lips.

I slumped back on the desk, too spent to even tug down my dress. When I heard the sound of a zipper, however, I found the strength to raise my head far enough to see that Logan had his cock out. As I watched, he moved his hand up and down the thick shaft, faster and rougher than I would’ve thought comfortable, let alone pleasurable. I’d given hand jobs before, but I’d never actually sat and watched a guy get himself off like this.

I probably wouldn’t have found it as hot if it were someone else.

Well, Ethan and Ryan would’ve been equally as hot.

And now I was thinking about all three of them jacking off while staring at my…

I didn’t finish the thought because at that moment, Logan was finished. With a groan, he came, emptying himself into a piece of cloth that I only now realized was mine. As in, my underwear. I didn’t remember him taking them off, but I couldn’t even be annoyed that I’d have to leave here bare-assed. Not when he was chanting my name, shudders going through that strong body as he clutched my panties around his cock.

Needless to say, I would never be able to study in this room again, because damn. Logan had just ruined the library for me, and he’d done it in the best way possible.