bed and propped himself up in a tantalizing position. All he wore were tight green briefs that hugged him perfectly and left little to the imagination and of course a matching bow. He was Indigo’s present. The ball of nerves in his stomach just wouldn’t settle down. He waited patiently for Indigo to return from getting ice. Logan, of course, had made something up to get the man out of the room, but shit, it was taking him forever. The door finally opened, and Logan held his breath.
“Sorry it took me so long. The ice machine on our floor was broken, and so I had to go all the way to the firs—”
Indigo stopped talking, and the ice bucket fell to the ground as his eyes took Logan all in. His gaze felt like a caress, and Logan loved every second. He groaned as Indigo looked at every inch of him.
“Aren’t you going to open your present?” Logan asked.
A growl came from Indigo that Logan’s cock answered to. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Indigo took slow steps toward Logan. “And this lovely gift is for what exactly, so I know what to repeat to get it again?”
Logan was breathing heavily as Indigo stalked toward the bed like the predator he was. Logan was no prey, but at that moment he felt like one. It was a strange shock to his system, and he couldn’t say that he hated it either.
“Bean,” Indigo said, his voice thick with arousal.
Logan spread his legs, the fitted briefs hugging his hard cock even more as he showed Indigo more of himself. His mate let out a half groan, half growl and finally made it to the bed, which dipped slightly under his width as he crawled on. Logan for a fleeting second felt the urge to run.
“Don’t,” Indigo growled as if he knew exactly what went through Logan’s head.
Logan licked his lips as he stayed still, knowing a chase was just what the animal side of Indigo wanted. And as much as Logan’s lynx found that idea fun, Logan was tired of running. He wanted the man before him as much as he needed air to breathe. Indigo’s fingers ghosted over Logan’s ankle and up to his inner thigh. Logan let out a moan from a barely there touch, but it was doing things to him he couldn’t possibly comprehend.
Logan bit his bottom lip as Indigo’s hand hovered over his clothed cock. The man was torturing him, and it was the best fucking feeling. Indigo finally touched the bow Logan had wrapped around his neck. He fingered around it, making all of Logan’s nerve endings sing with pleasure.
“Logan, is this…?” Indigo started licking his lips.
Logan didn’t know how to answer that. Instead, he pushed himself up and kissed Indigo.
“Do you always take this long to unwrap your gifts?” Logan teased.
Indigo growled, kissing Logan back as he cradled Logan’s head and their tongues intertwined. Logan had been right—if he’d kissed Indigo before, when Logan still harbored so much hurt and anger, he’d have been hooked right away. Logan whimpered into the kiss as he threaded his fingers through Indigo’s hair and tugged on the soft strands.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Logan groaned out.
Indigo kissed him again before pulling back and pulling his shirt over his head. A moan escaped Logan as he took in the sight of his mate. Fucking art. His colorful tattoos stood out on his pale skin, and the piercings in his nipples were begging to be played with.
“Like what you see?” Indigo asked.
Logan lifted a brow at his mate. Indigo was a fucking wet dream. Logan palmed his hard cock and bit his lip, keeping in his moan from the pleasure that danced throughout him. Indigo’s heated glare was on his hand instantly. His upper lip lifted a little, and he growled.
“I like it a lot,” Logan finally said.
Indigo watched him keenly as he stripped out of his jeans and boxers. Logan licked his lips as his gaze skated down Indigo’s cut abs to his cock that was fully hard and begging for some attention. Indigo stroked his cock, and Logan let out his own growl. It’s mine.
Indigo chuckled. “See? Two can play at that game.”
Logan lifted his hand from his own hard length. Indigo made it back to the bed and hooked his fingers in Logan’s briefs and painstakingly pulled them down. Before Logan could point out that Indigo was going at a fucking snail’s pace, the man took Logan’s cock