could hear was a muffled mumble was beyond him.
Logan turned back to Bailey and smiled before brushing his thumb over Bailey’s lips once more. “Your friends are worried I’m ravishing you up here.”
“To be fair,” Bailey gasped, “you are.”
“If you think this is ravishing—”
Bailey’s knees buckled, and he grabbed Logan to keep from falling. “Don’t tease me.”
Logan tilted his head to the side again and grinned. This one was much more feral—and hot as hell. Bailey leaned in again, wanting to capture that expression with his mouth. Which made no sense in the scheme of things, but see also: no blood flow to brain cells.
Conveniently, Logan seemed to want more as well, as evidenced by his tongue in Bailey’s mouth. Then he moved his thigh between Bailey’s and, holy hard dick against his. Bailey couldn’t resist moving his hips, pushing his cock against that thick thigh and riding it like Logan clearly intended.
Of course, then Logan broke away and held him back with both hands on his neck. What Logan had managed to forget, however, was that he’d already shown Bailey how to escape from that hold. He ducked and shoved, and Logan moved back a couple of steps while Bailey twisted free.
“Holy shit, it worked.”
Logan scowled at him. “Obviously. Now get back over here.”
Bailey grunted. “Nope. Because if I do, I’m going to do bad, bad things to you right here, and, Logan, I’ve gotta be honest, I’m kinda loud during certain moments. Both my friends and your team are downstairs, and, well, they don’t need to know what I sound like when I’m in the midst of a screaming orgasm, okay?”
Logan growled again.
“Now, training.”
Logan crossed his arms over his chest. “No, now you tell me what scared you, then training.”
Bailey scowled. “You’re not going to let me be dignified about this, are you.”
The little furrow between Logan’s brow deepened. Bailey kinda wanted to touch it, to smooth it away before— Nope. Focus.
“Tell me.”
“You’re so bossy.”
“You have no idea. Tell me. Quit stalling, because I’m not worried about your dignity, I’m worried about your safety, and I can see something spooked you.”
Bailey huffed. “I thought I saw something out of my kitchen window this morning, but nothing was there. It was just the light. It scared me, though, you know?”
The furrow became even more pronounced. “What did you see?”
Bailey shrugged. “Nothing? It was one of those corner-of-my-eye things, but when I really looked, nothing was there. It was probably a shadow, or a cat, maybe.”
“I’ll have it checked out.” Logan pulled out his phone and dialed before Bailey could protest. He instructed the other person to go to Bailey’s and look around, then ended the call. “Better safe than sorry.”
Bailey blew out a breath. “Why is it that you going all alpha makes me want to jump you?”
Logan froze, and his eyes did that funny thing again. “What did you say?”
Bailey took a step back. “Um. You going all alpha-male on me makes me hot? Is that not okay? Is it weird? I’m sorry. I—”
Logan closed the distance between them and pulled him close again. “No. You’re fine.”
His thumbs ran over Bailey’s cheeks, then tilted his head back again. Logan’s dark hair fell over his forehead, and Bailey pushed it back without thinking.
“Bailey! Get your ass down here so we can start,” Heather bellowed.
“She’s a delicate flower,” Bailey whispered against Logan’s palm.
“She’s loud as fuck,” Logan whispered back. They shared a grin before Logan backed away. “Let’s go train.”
“Can I take a cold shower first?”
Logan opened the door and looked back over his shoulder. “Nope. I’ll take care of that problem later.”
Then he winked.
Bailey might possibly have come in his pants. Only a little, but still.
And Logan knew it. He glanced down at Bailey’s cock, then back up to his face with a wicked, knowing smile.
Bailey gave the whole growling thing a try. It wasn’t anywhere near as hot as Logan’s, but he gave it a whirl anyway.
It only seemed to make things worse. Well, for him, anyway. Logan seemed to like it just fine.
“Later.”
Bailey huffed. “You get me this wound up, then want me to go roll around on the floor with you in front of my friends.”
“Nope. You’ll be rolling around with Scout today. So you better get that”—Logan glanced at Bailey’s crotch again—“under control.”
Before Bailey could protest again, Logan went out the door and down the stairs. Bailey took a minute to gather his wits and give his nether regions a stern lecture about not being