Four Letter Word (Love Logic #2) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,26

and jerked just as I was biting down and I may have bitten harder than intended.

“It’s not funny,” he grumbles, reaching up and rubbing his nipple through his shirt as if he can still feel the phantom pain.

“Relax, you still have both nipples.” His warmth seems to wrap around me as his body heat fills up the space between us. My cock thickens, and my body buzzes. He put the brakes on the sexual part of our relationship and as much as that sucks, I’m not going to push him. But cuddling isn’t sex.

“What are you doing?” he asks suspiciously, eyeing me as I inch closer.

“Whatever you want me to do,” I tease, letting my voice dip into that low rumble I know always turns him on.

“Knock it off, or I’m getting out of this bed right now,” he warns.

“I’m not doing anything, Bish,” I say innocently, pressing my body against his and nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck.

“I can feel your dick,” he complains, a hint of breathlessness in his voice softening what I’m sure was meant to be a more scolding tone.

“Morning wood,” I reason, even though my hangover made sure I was plenty soft before my best friend slipped into bed beside me.

“Fine, just behave.”

“Mmhmm,” I murmur, closing my eyes and settling into the peaceful feeling of his body against mine, his scent filling my lungs. My heart swells and tumbles inside my chest. I wonder how he would react if I told him I’m in love with him? I think I have been for years.

Bishop

This is fine. I told him we can’t have sex, and we’re not having sex.

These rationalizations feel a tiny bit flat with my dick tenting my pajama pants, Hudson’s erection pressed against my hip, his body wrapped around me like I’m his favorite damn teddy bear. I hold still for a few minutes as his breath grows deep and even, my heart beating hard, longing gnawing so intensely at the pit of my stomach that I can hardly breathe.

Why did I tell him we needed to cool things off again? I try to remember what my rationale was for that decision as I slowly drag my fingers through his hair. It’s not about the other guys he takes home. I mean, that kind of sucks, but I think I could live with it if I felt like he was really seeing me, if I felt like there was even the smallest chance he’s falling in love with me the way I’ve been falling in love with him since we were kids.

“B?” Leo’s voice comes through the door, sounding a little further away like he’s probably at the end of the hall.

“In the bedroom,” I answer without thinking. Seconds later, the door swings open.

“I was wondering if—” Leo stops mid-sentence, his eyes landing on Hudson, fast asleep and half on top of me.

Hudson jerks awake with a grunt, and Leo’s frown deepens.

“Rise and shine, asshole. I’m sure you have a busy day of spending your parent’s money and drunkenly pounding at people’s doors to get started on.”

“Fuck you,” Hudson grumbles, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “What the fuck are you even doing here? Don’t you live in New Jersey or some shit?”

“I live here,” he corrects, a shit eating grin spreading over his face.

“Here? As in here here?”

“Yes, which word was difficult for you?” Leo taunts.

“Enough.” I scramble up, putting myself between them to break their line of sight. If it works for Betta fish, it should work for these two dickheads, right? “Look, you are both my best friends, and I don’t know what the hell happened between you guys, but you’re going to need to find some kind of way to stand each other because I’m not going to choose between you.”

Leo crosses his arms over his chest, his arms straining the sleeves of his t-shirt, his jaw ticking. “Why don’t you ask him what happened?”

“I told you I didn’t—” Hudson starts to say, but Leo cuts him off.

“Save it.”

I glance over my shoulder and find Hudson hanging his head. Frustration coils in my chest. This is just like senior year all over again. The two of them with their secret grudge with me stuck in the middle.

“Fine,” I bite out, throwing my hands up and storming over to my dresser. I yank open the top drawer and grab the first clothes I see. “You guys have fun with your bullshit about whose dick is bigger or