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Fuck. I like that more than I ever expected I would. He’s a lovely combination of fragile and fierce. My heart beats faster than when I’m barreling down the ice. “How much trouble am I in?”
He smirks. “Sit, Elkington.”
I sit on the porch swing, and it groans at my weight. Logan climbs into my lap, straddling me. “For once, it’s just your douchey dad I’m pissed at.”
I would have scolded Jack for saying something like that. With Logan, I can do nothing but agree. “We had an argument. He did the Elkington version of a storm out. I need to exercise caution with how much I piss him off.”
He nods. “I get that.” Then he inhales. “Fuck, you smell good. I wish I didn’t have to work.”
“If I thought I could pay him to let you out of the day, I would, but I doubt my money has any sway on Mercy Meyer.”
Do I ever wish I could, though. His hardness presses into mine. If only I could bend him over the hood of my car right now. Not that I would for his first time, but it’s a damn nice image.
Logan rubs his nose with mine. The tender intimacy of the gesture has actual butterflies swarming around in my stomach and that’s something that hasn’t happened in a long time for me.
His head falls into my neck. “Ugh. This was a bad idea. You’re not supposed to let me do things like this.”
I laugh. “If you think I’m going to stop you from doing this, you haven’t been paying attention, Logan dear.” I put my lips close to his ear. “I want to fuck you hard enough that you remember who this ass belongs to.”
I squeeze his supple skater’s ass and smack it for good measure.
“Bad, gorilla,” he says without any heat, sweetly nipping at my neck and leaving a trail of wetness. “I didn’t say I was yours.”
He damn well is. He stole my fucking heart. It’s only fair. “Nuh-uh. You can have anything you want, but I’m not compromising on that one. You’re mine, darling dear.”
Logan pulls back and even though I’m being a confident fuck who means what he just said, my breath still catches, hanging on whatever words are about to come out of his mouth. Will he be mine?
“Okay, I’ll be yours.” He leans over to my ear to whisper, wanting our words to be just for us. “And I’ll let you claim me, baby.”
R-Really? It’s like I’ve won a Stanley Cup. My cock leaks through my thin cotton briefs to images of how I’ll take him for the first time. I’m going to stamp “Rhett Elkington’s Man” to his insides with my cock.
Reaching for his face, I pull his lips to mine and convey with a kiss how much I’m going to fucking destroy him and ruin him for anybody else. I’m going to be his first and his last. If Scott has to end up on a plane to the middle of the jungle to make that happen, then I’ll do what I need to do.
Which reminds me.
“Are you mine as in ‘my boyfriend’ mine?”
He smiles against my lips. “Yes.”
I keep kissing him. “Then you’re just mine. Scott doesn’t touch you anymore.”
“I told Scott this morning that I was no longer interested.”
“How did the skating prince take that?” I don’t hide my satisfaction at having beaten Scott into metaphorical dust in a short time.
Logan pulls away so that he can look into my eyes and shrugs. “Meh. He didn’t love it, I guess? But what’s he going to do? He can’t force me to be with him.”
And that’s why I have to protect Logan at all costs. He’s naïve enough to believe that. There’s a lot that can be done in this world to make someone do something. No physical force necessary.
But that’s not for him to worry about. It’s my job now. The job of his boyfriend. If he doesn’t want to submit reports to my father, he won’t do that either.
“Father says you haven’t submitted any reports to him,” I say.
He rubs the back of his neck. “I guess that’s part of exercising caution.”
“But you don’t want to.”
He nuzzles into my neck, sending waves of tingles skittering over my skin. “No. Please, don’t make me. I c-can’t, okay?”
