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whispered, “You should be glowing with a king’s confidence.”
“Really?”
“Really. I never thought I’d be such a fan of your mouth, but I could have it around me forever.” Warmth sifted through him, deeper than a blush. Alexander pulled up and eyed him. “What was it like for you?”
“More intense that I ever imagined.”
“Good. But this is just a one-off,” Alexander reminded them both.
Alexander shifted over his aching cock and Logan moaned. “A one-off. You betcha.”
“Now let me repay the favor.” Alexander snapped Logan’s underwear to his thighs and his mouth glided over the head of his leaking cock.
Logan clutched the sleeping bag under him. Holy shit. Alexander sucked him with perfect, worshipful pressure. Logan threaded his fingers in Alexander’s soft hair and watched that mouth roam up and down his shaft. That beautiful mouth that surprised Logan every day with quick wit and kindness. That mouth that had swallowed Logan’s stupid cake and told him it was good.
Alexander sneaked a look at him. Their gazes held, and his orgasm slammed through him. He stilled, floating through the sensation as Alexander swallowed it all.
Then Alexander was lying next to him, sweat-cooled arm pressed against Logan’s. Logan twisted, pulling Alexander against him, his ragged breaths sifting through Alexander’s hair.
Alexander’s soft whisper pooled warmly at Logan’s clavicle. “We agreed. No cuddling after.”
“We agreed no kissing after.”
Alexander relaxed into Logan’s embrace and threaded the tips of his fingers through Logan’s chest hair.
“Alexander?”
“Logan?”
“Tell me those aren’t possums peering into the tent . . .”
Chapter Twelve
LOGAN
* * *
“Ya need to stop washin’.”
“Why?”
“’Cause I could get used to fresh bed sheets every day.”
“Right. So sorry that your “Make America Great Again” covers faded to that nasty salmon color. I suppose you’ll have to throw them away . . .”
Logan reigned in an amused grin. “I like salmon. Seriously, why the constant cleanin’?”
Alexander hugged sheets against his middle and eyed Logan’s lycra shorts and sweat-soaked tank top. “Why the constant working out?”
“Distraction,” they both said at the same time and looked away.
“I’m going to put on another load and start working,” Alexander said, backing to the laundry room.
Logan grunted. “I’m gonna pump my guns.”
They shared one last furtive look before Alexander whisked away and shut the laundry door tightly.
A pent-up breath escaped Logan. Four days since their camping trip and it still felt like they were walking on live wires. One false step and it wouldn’t be a one-off thing anymore.
Logan was preparing coffee in the theater’s kitchen, waiting for Luci to return from lunch, when Jane and Peter breezed in. Peter nuzzled her neck from behind, and Jane—of all miracles—was smiling.
Jane halted and Peter snapped his head up, confused. He noticed Logan with a sudden steely focus.
Logan had met Peter many times, but not since he’d started screwing his ex. This would be fun.
“I thought you said he wouldn’t show up here anymore,” Peter said to Jane.
“Not after next Friday.”
Peter eyed Logan angrily. “I can’t believe what you did to Jane’s dad . . .”
Shame overtook Logan’s gut and his cheeks heated. “I went too far.”
“It was his funeral.”
Peter turned out of the room and Jane followed. “Don’t be too mad at him,” Jane called after Peter, voice carrying. “He didn’t think.”
“A fucking clown is what he is.”
“We can’t all be perfect.”
Logan dumped his cup into the dishwasher and slunk out of the kitchen.
If Alexander knew how stupid he’d been . . .
He’d probably evict him.
But Logan needed Alexander to walk away from MAGA Logan. Not real Logan.
“Whoa.” He banged into a softly smiling Luci, and steadied her.
Her glazed eyes met his and she smiled dreamily.
“Good break, huh?”
“Yeah.”
Logan waggled his brows. “Did you meet Nico?”
“Yeah.”
“What are your thoughts?”
Luci let out a soft sigh. “Yeah.”
Logan laughed and pulled her into the kitchen. They plunked onto the couch. “Now I have bones to pick with you.”
“Multiple?”
“One, have you been avoiding me?”
A blush darkened her cheeks. “Define avoiding?”
“Refusing to pick up your phone and only answering my messages with emojis.”
“Why would I do that?”
“That brings me to the second bone. Your tent.”
Luci gulped.
“Did you know how small it was when you insisted I borrow yours?”
She looked around guiltily. “Nope?”
“Try again.”
She grinned. “Did you have fun?”
“Not the apology I was after, Luci.” Logan laughed. “Wait. What do you mean did I have fun?”
“Just . . . did you have fun?” She didn’t meet his eye.
“You guessed I like him? But he’s a guy.”
“I mean, I always wondered? You and Alexander have this . . . energy.” She finally looked over, chin