Page 91 of Broken Prince
An anguished cry slips from my lips as I cum hard. The tears fall as I gasp for air, wave after wave of pleasure crashing down on me like a relentless storm.
Logan groans, hands on my hips, gripping me harder. I fall forward, tucking my face into his neck as he continues to fuck up into me. The sounds of my slickness fill the air as his cock plunges in and out of me.
I whimper when he bites down on my shoulder, one last hard thrust inside me before he holds me down on his cock. He throbs inside me, filling me deep with his release as he lets out a low, rumbling groan.
We lay there, hearts pounding, trying to catch our breaths. He wraps his arms around me, holding me to his body.
“Well... that sobered me up,” he chuckles.
“Hey, you two. Get your asses up, the bus is about to leave!” Justin comes bursting in.
My head snaps over to see his wide eyes glued to where Logan’s cock is still buried into my pussy.
“Get the fuck out!” Logan roars.
Justin’s eyes snap up to mine and then away. “Fuck, shit, sorry!”
He ducks back out of the room, and I’m off Logan, rushing to the bathroom.
“Laney!” He bangs on the door. “I’m so fucking sorry. I gave him a key just in case of an emergency.”
Would have been nice to know that.
“It’s fine!” I call back, quickly peeing and cleaning up the cum from between my legs the best I can. Thank God I’m still on birth control. I never forgot a condom with Kyle before. But somehow, with these guys, it’s not even a second thought. “We gotta hurry. Pack your bags. I’ll be out in a moment.”
“Here,” Logan calls through the door. “I have your bag.”
Washing my hands, I open the door just enough to take the bag from him and quickly get dressed.
Logan is all packed and ready to go when I get out. He doesn’t look good. “You okay?” I ask him, and I don’t mean about what just happened. I’m hoping we never speak of that again. It’s not a conversation I want now or anytime soon, if ever.
“Nope. I lied. Not sober. And hungover as fuck. Almost puked the moment I stood up.” He groans, leaning against the door.
“Here.” I dig in my bag and pull out a motion sickness patch.
“Why do you have this?” he asks, cocking a brow as he takes it from me.
“You never know when you might need one.” I shrug, not meeting his gaze as I shove a few little things into my bag, like my phone and charger. I grab the cold water bottles from the mini fridge and turn to leave, eyes catching on the crib. My heart aches, wishing Benny was here with us. I miss him already. “Come on, you heard Justin. We gotta go before our ride leaves.”
Opening the hotel room door, I head out into the hallway, passing Justin. I skip the elevator altogether and take the stairs.
I run. Oh, yeah, I’m running. Sadly, I can’t go far because once I’m on the bus, Logan is not far behind me. Thankfully, his coach agreed to let me catch a ride.
“Are you okay?” Logan asks as he sits next to me on the bus.
“I’m fine.” I give him a smile. “Just didn’t want to miss the bus.”
He frowns but doesn’t push it, his hangover seeming to make him look worse by the moment.
As soon as the bus starts moving, Justin is leaning over the back of his seat in front of me. “I see how it is,” he sighs. “Look, if you want an open relationship, fine. I can be down with that. Just don’t leave me, baby. I’ll give you anything you want.”
I shoot him a glare, staring him down. “Too early for this shit.”
“Early?” He cocks a brow. “Dude, it’s noon. Not all of us were up all night fucking.”
“We were not up all night fucking,” I hiss, looking around to see if anyone heard.
“Justin, would you shut the fuck up,” Logan groans. “My head is killing me.”