How To Evict a Hot Jock in Three Weeks - Anyta Sunday Page 0,39

out of the bathroom to Logan’s moon-washed bedroom and stopped at the bed. The flag sagged in the corner and the framed picture lay face-down.

Logan shifted, and their toes bumped. “What are you doing?”

“Making sure you follow me to bed.”

“Are you sure you want us to—”

“Fuck out your frustration? Quite.”

“Jesus, Alexander.”

“Unless you don’t want to?”

Logan’s eyes flashed in the dark. “Oh, I want to. Just makin’ sure you wanna.”

Was Logan upping his game to scare Alexander off? Warning him this wouldn’t be them making love?

Alexander kissed Logan, deep and wet, tongue plunging inside his mouth like he wanted to plunge inside Logan.

He pulled back and enjoyed Logan’s desire-slackened expression. Goosebumps lighted his nerve endings. His scalp prickled, heart pounded, the backs of his thighs became ticklish, and his cock strained against his jeans.

Alexander pried at his buttons, momentarily relieving the ache, and shoved his jeans to his ankles. He stepped out of them and palmed his heavy cock, cotton boxer-briefs damp with a splotch of pre-come. “Strip, hop on those fresh sheets, and get hard for me.”

“You reckon I’m not already?”

Alexander eyed Logan’s swollen crotch and smiled as he hauled off his shirt. “Show me then, and while you’re at it, what do you want?”

Alexander’s sleeve caught on his watch and Logan pried it off, tracing his wrist around the leather strap. The subsequent shivers had Alexander folding toward him. Logan bent, lips whispering over his ear. “Anything we do will be good.”

Alexander’s voice broke. “I think so too.”

In the darkness of the room, the million sparks were almost too much to bear.

Logan cleared his throat. “Thank you.”

“Thank you?” Alexander leaned in. “You know I haven’t fucked you yet, right?”

Logan chuckled. “Thank you for standing up for me tonight.” He slowly peeled out of his pants, socks coming off with them. “For trying to make our new friends apologize.”

“What are you doing?”

Logan pulled off his T-shirt, revealing his sexily toned torso. “Appreciating you.” He pulled Alexander close, their chests and thighs touching, cool and warm skin sliding together. “I don’t do it nearly enough. But I will.”

Lips pressed at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, and Alexander gasped. He angled his throat for more, and the air thickened with desire.

Floorboards creaked under their feet and their breaths sounded uneven and loud in the otherwise quiet room. Logan’s deep, lusty sounds slithered over Alexander like silky water drizzling over his most sensitive skin. His fingers tightened around Logan’s biceps, his toes curled, and the ache in his groin matched the one in his chest.

He pulled back, shoved out of his underwear, and scrambled atop the bed. His ass met the coarse cotton bedsheets and the slight friction added to his mounting anticipation. He couldn’t take his eyes off Logan, stripped out of his underwear, standing at the foot of the bed. Silver moonlight bathed his silky-haired chest, rippling abs, tight thighs, and hard cock.

Logan looked down on him softly, with nervous adoration, and Alexander pulsed.

Alexander swallowed and curled a finger for Logan to join him. Logan crawled onto the bed and air stirred over Alexander’s body, eliciting a shiver. Deeper shadows fell over them, intensifying the intimacy.

Logan kissed his knee and Alexander had to squeeze the base of his cock at the touch. Logan kissed a path up his inner thigh, and the elbow Alexander was propped on gave out. He fell to the mattress and groaned.

Logan pebbled kisses up his flank, over his nipple, across his throat. He settled his weight on Alexander, warm and heavy and gloriously perfect against his skin.

Lips swept over his jaw and softly sucked Alexander’s next groan. “I can’t get enough of you in bed. And out.”

Alexander’s belly fluttered. Their gazes met in the dark and Alexander arched, their cocks sliding together.

He curled a leg around Logan’s thigh and rolled him. Lustful amusement gleamed up at him. “I want’cha to git to fuckin’ me good tonight,” Logan said.

The accent was to remind Alexander—and possibly Logan?—what this was about. This was Logan’s first time, and it didn’t mean nothin’.

But if pretending made it easier for him . . . “That’s what I’m here for. To fuck the frustration out of you.”

Logan shuddered under him and said huskily, “I have a lot of it . . .”

Alexander’s cock jumped. He gave Logan a messy kiss, then urged Logan to turn onto his belly. Logan held his gaze a moment, swallowing hard, then wriggled urgently under him.

Alexander nudged Logan’s thighs apart and settled between them, dragging his