of those Harlequin romance novels his grandma used to read. Bailey needed to snap out of whatever the hell this nonsense was.
His friend had been… drugged. Or something. Bailey wasn’t quite sure, but Logan knew what had happened. Bailey felt sure of it, and he planned on finding out. If he understood nothing else, he at least knew that much. He would get answers.
And if this Logan-induced boner persisted, he knew how to take care of that as well. He took the pillow off his face and laid it over his lap. He slipped his other hand beneath the covers. Every time he pictured Logan’s face, his body reacted.
Bailey pushed his hand against his dick, begging it to behave. Of course, it didn’t. The damn thing had a mind of its own, and frankly, it was still half-imagining the video Ashley had teased him about.
Would Logan be one of those filthy guys in online videos? Would he use cheesy pickup lines, or would he simply use that deep, growly voice of his to boss Bailey around? Maybe he’d scoop Bailey up in his arms as easily as he had Ashley. Then he’d toss Bailey on the bed and…
His cock thickened, and Bailey gasped.
Dammit. He really shouldn’t jerk off with one of his best friends sleeping in the other room after being traumatized. What if she woke up and needed him?
Then he’d better make it fast.
Since when was he this kinky? His cock didn’t seem to have an issue with the slim chance Ashley would wake up. Nope, it knew as well as he did that she’d be out for the rest of the night. And it also knew that Bailey had no problems using his very vivid imagination to its benefit.
Bailey tucked his hand beneath the waistband of his shorts and grabbed his cock. He gave it an experimental tug, and his hips shot off the bed. Damn, he was so sensitive tonight.
All it took was the thought of Logan and his deep dark eyes. He wondered what they looked like in the daytime. If the flash of blue he’d seen was because he had hazel eyes and not the brown Bailey’d originally thought.
He wondered what Logan’s stubble would feel like running over that spot on his neck. Then farther down. Would he be rough or gentle?
Bailey liked it both ways. Not that he had tons of experience, but he didn’t mind fast and dirty sometimes. That was what he needed now. Logan’s big hand on his dick, stroking him hard and fast. Making it so he couldn’t remember anything but the feel of it. His entire body could focus on the building pleasure, leaving behind all the stress and fear of his everyday life.
He bit back a moan, Logan’s name on his lips as he imagined a much larger hand in place of his. Would Logan have callouses that revealed his work? Would his hands be rough, his grip firm? Would he figure out that Bailey liked—he gasped as he did the motion himself—a twist at the top, rubbing over the sensitive ridge?
Bailey’s release snuck up on him. He tightened his grip, stroking the top of his dick. He spurted all over his hand, biting back a groan at the sensations rolling through him. He kept up the motions for a long, slow minute, letting the last of the tremors settle before blowing out a breath.
His heart pounded in his ears, but he listened carefully for any signs from the other room. When he heard nothing, Bailey crept out of bed and into the bathroom. He cleaned up quickly, staying as quiet as he could, before he slid back beneath the covers.
He glanced at the phone once more, considered reaching out to Logan for an update, but then realized exactly what he’d been doing not a minute before with Logan on his mind. Bailey rolled over, putting his back to the nightstand, and forced himself to close his eyes.
Tomorrow would be a long enough day without embarrassing himself further over Logan. At least he’d gotten a good jerk-off session out of the memory. That would be more than enough. Wouldn’t it?
5
Logan
Logan drove a block or so away from Bailey’s house before pulling over and stopping the car. Aleron landed in front of him, his golden feathers shimmering in the headlights. He transformed into his human form and walked toward the car, having to do nothing more than straighten his jacket slightly after the transition.
When Logan was young, he’d been