Logan - Lane Hart Page 0,41

him back at home, Brayden says, “I want to know about you,” with her finger still moving in circles.

“What about me?” I ask since she knows where I work.

“No special ladies in your life?”

“Nope,” I answer without having to consider it.

“None?”

“I don’t have time to date, so the few women I do see are mostly just flings.”

“Flings? You mean one-night stands?” Brayden asks, tilting her head back to smile at me.

“Yeah. Sometimes more than one night but not much more than that. I haven’t even had any of those lately.”

“Poor baby,” she jokes with her lip out.

“Yeah, poor me. Nothing but my hand to keep me company on lonely nights.”

“Are you lonely?” she asks.

“I guess so. I mean, I don’t know what it’s like to live with someone or even be in a serious relationship. All I’ve ever had is work, and it can be pretty lonesome when you get home late at night and have nothing to look forward to other than takeout and workouts.”

“That is sad,” Brayden agrees. “You’re a good guy, Logan. You deserve more than that in life.”

“You think so?” I ask.

“Yeah.”

“Maybe, but I don’t even know where I would start with trying to balance being in a serious relationship with someone and working fifty or more hours a week.”

“If you care about the person enough, I think you could figure out how to make it work,” she says.

“That’s probably true,” I agree.

“Whew! I’m all for cuddling, but it’s getting hot in here!” Brayden says as she sits up and fans her face with her hands.

“Heat rises, so we could go downstairs, or I could open the sliding door,” I suggest. “Although it’s probably just as hot out there.”

“True, but at least it’ll get the air moving,” she says, and I agree, so I climb out of bed and go down to slide the door all the way open.

I know we could get some relief from the heat by going for a swim in the pool, but I try to figure out what else we can do to keep cool in the room since I want to spend every moment I can in bed with Brayden before we have to leave. If it gets too hot, we can go for a swim, but I already need her again, so I don’t want to leave just yet.

Having an idea, I head downstairs to the freezer, pull the door open and look inside to see if there’s any ice remaining or if it’s all melted away. I’m happy to see a few large chunks. Grabbing a glass, I toss a few melting cubes inside and carry it up the stairs to bed.

“Lie down and let me cool you off,” I tell Brayden when she comes out of the bathroom. Her eyebrows raise as she takes in the glass.

“Okay, but when you’re done, I get to play,” she says as she falls back so that her head is on a pillow and her naked body is stretched out on top of the covers.

“Put your hands at the top of the pillow and keep them there,” I warn her.

Slowly, she lifts her arms and does as I requested.

Setting the glass on the nightstand, I take a seat on the edge of the bed and scoop one of the cubes out. After I stretch out on my side alongside Brayden, I start by placing the dripping cube on her neck, making her shiver.

“God, that’s cold,” she murmurs.

“Feel good?” I ask her with my head propped up on my elbow as I rub the cube down one side of her neck and then back up the other side.

“Yes. Keep going.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I agree.

Bringing the cube down between her breasts makes Brayden suck in her breath as it leaves behind a trail of wetness. When I touch the melting tip to circle her nipple, it instantly goes hard. Brayden lets out a moan as her back arches.

“Oh god, it hurts…and feels good…all at the same time,” she pants. Her eyes are shut, so she jumps a little when I move to the other nipple to wet it, but she keeps her arms raised above her head like I told her to.

I alternate circling her nipples until Brayden’s hips begin to squirm.

“You know where I want it,” she opens her eyes to tell me.

Sliding the ice cube down to leave cold, wet rings around her belly button, I say, “Here?”

Her pelvis comes clear off the bed as she gasps and squirms. “No. Lower.”

Of course,