Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
I nearly choke on the beef jerky. I manage to swallow it down and then steel my spine. “W-What?”
Logan chuckles and the sound reverberates through every bone in my body. “Bisexual perhaps? Hell, maybe you don’t even know for sure. I remember being your age and not knowing what the fuck to do about my traitorous dick.”
I don’t know what to say to his confession, nor do I know how to react. Am I that obvious to everyone around me?
“I don’t know what you mean,” I lie, shifting uncomfortably.
His palm covers my thigh just above my knee and he squeezes. “I’m not an idiot, Ronan. I know how you feel about me.”
Is he angry?
Is this what this is? Him confronting me?
“I’m sorry,” I choke out, fear seizing my throat. “Don’t tell my dad.”
“Sorry?” His breath tickles the side of my face as he leans in. “Why are you sorry?”
I don’t know why I’m sorry, just that I am.
Mostly, though, I don’t want anyone to know.
“Can we talk about something else?” I plead, voice cracking.
Logan goes silent for a moment and then he sighs. “Like how I’m bisexual and I think you’re hot as fuck, which confuses the hell out of me since I’m supposed to be a happily married man? I’m hunting down my wife’s rapists, for fuck’s sake, and all I can think about is you.”
His words both thrill and horrify me.
It’s one thing when it’s all in my head. It’s a whole other when it’s spoken aloud.
“You think I’m hot?” I can’t help but grin in the darkness. It helps not being able to see his face.
He chuckles. “Don’t play coy. Of course I do. You have no fucking idea how much I want you.”
I turn toward him, now wishing I could see his eyes—to see proof of his want for me in them. All I see is more darkness. But then I feel it. Soft lips brushing over mine.
“Logan,” I breathe, unable to stop myself from leaning into him.
His strong hand finds the back of my head, drawing me to him as his tongue enters my mouth. I groan in shock and then pleasure as he slicks it over my own tongue. It’s the most delicious and wonderful thing I’ve ever tasted. I don’t even care much for beef jerky, but the taste of it on Logan’s tongue is addictive and leaves me desperate for more.
He kisses me with a need that’s feral and possessive. All I can do is willingly become his captive to this all-consuming kiss. I moan against his mouth and nip at his bottom lip. His palm has crept farther up my thigh and one of his fingertips is touching my dick through the denim.
I’ve died and gone to heaven.
Something cracks nearby in the forest, causing Logan to pull back from my mouth. We’re both panting heavily, out of breath from our spectacular kiss. I revel in the memory of it, ignoring reality for just a few moments longer.
“Fuck,” Logan curses. “I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m so sorry. You just tempt me so goddamn much.”
“It’s okay,” I murmur. “I liked it.”
“I did too, but…”
He has a wife.
He. Has. A. Wife.
I’m a monster. Who kisses a man when he’s in such a vulnerable position? Me apparently.
“But we shouldn’t have,” I finish for him, voice dripping in self-loathing.
“No,” Logan agrees. “We shouldn’t have. I mean, me and Kristen have our problems. We’re not perfect, but I committed myself to her.”
Shame floods through me, making me want to drown in it.
“I understand,” I choke out. I do. I understand, but I also hate it.
“If things were different,” Logan says, gently caressing my thigh, “we could. We could and we’d be so fucking good at it.”
Filthy images of us naked and fucking fill my mind. It doesn’t help that his finger keeps teasing my dick through my jeans.
Why is my life this way?
“You’re perfect, Ronan,” Logan croons. “So fucking perfect and one day you’re going to make a man very happy.”
A man.
He acknowledges that it’ll be a man. Just not him.
“My parents would never allow it,” I whisper. “They will be disgusted with me.”
His breath tickles over my face, so close I think he might kiss me again. He doesn’t. “Sometimes we do things that make us happy even if we have to keep them a secret.”
“Like the kiss we shared?”
“Yeah, Ronan, like that. It’s our secret.”
His hand drifts closer, not farther away, stroking me over my throbbing length. My mind goes completely blank aside from the way he incinerates me with his touch.
I want more from him.
I need more.
I need it all.
“Logan—”
“Shh,” he hisses, voice sharp as he freezes. “Fucking hell! It’s them!”
He jolts away from me, cursing as he fumbles with the zipper of his pack. Then I hear the telltale sign of a bullet being chambered in a handgun.