Page 16 of All Bets are Off
A sudden, hot surge of jealously passes through me, and the next moment I’m striding across the lawn toward the two men.
“West?” Logan looks confused when I grab him by the arm and tug him away.
“I need to talk to you.” We round the side of the house, and he pulls free of my grip. We’re standing so close I can see the tiny white specks in the blue of his eyes and feel the puffs of his breath against my face.
“What is it? Did something happen?” Logan asks, worry creasing his brow. “Is it Mom?”
Feeling bad, I quickly reassure him. “No. Nothing like that. Hell, Logan. Can you just tell me why you’re so angry with me? I don’t give a damn that your bisexual. Did you really think I would?”
Logan breaks eye contact. For a moment I think he’s going to walk away from me, but then he says, “You acted so weird when we were wrestling on the beach, freaking out when you got hard. I thought you knew. That Jase had told you.”
Oh.
“Sorry,” I say.
“If you didn’t know, why did you react like that?” he asks.
“I don’t know.”
“It’s not like it hasn’t happened before.”
“I don’t know what to tell you except that I’ve just been really confused.”
Logan makes a frustrated sound. “About us? I thought we agreed our friendship comes first. I thought we’d put all this to bed.”
Poor choice of words. Now I’m thinking of us in bed.“It’s not as easy to put these thoughts away as I thought it would be. It would help if while I’m working this out in my head, you don’t get angry every time I act funny.”
Logan seems to think about it a moment before surprising me by saying, “Okay. I’ll try to keep that in mind.”
Letting out a breath, my eyes roam to where Colt is now talking to Mal.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure. What?”
I meet his eyes. “Are you attracted to Colt?”
“What? For fuck’s sake, no.”
“Why not? He’s nice and good-looking. And it’s obvious he likes you.”
“Sure, but he’s young and…and I don’t know. I just don’t want to go there with him.”
“Do you want to date a man?”
Frustrated, Logan steps away from me. “I don’t want to have this conversation with you.”
Grabbing his arm, I pull him back. “Why not?” I want to know.”I don’t know why I want to know, I just do.
With a groan, Logan squares off with me, and for some reason that turns me on. “Yes, I want to date a guy. I like guys as well as girls and I want to see what it’s like to be with one. Happy?”
No, I’m not goddamn happy. I don’t like his answer at all. And I don’t like the way it makes me hard the way he’s standing so close, blue eyes sparking at me with indignation.
Frustrated, I yank him toward me, a jolt of arousal running through me when our bodies come into contact with each other. Stiffening, Logan tries to pull away, but I wrap my arms around him and kiss him roughly, persistently, unbelievably relieved to finally be doing this again. Until, finally, he relaxes and his lips part beneath mine.
One of my foster mothers collected hundreds of romance novels, and I read a few of them during the long afternoons she worked and I wasn’t allowed to go outside. They’d seemed stupid then, but right now, the way my heart’s hammering in my chest and I feel like I can’t get enough of Logan’s mouth, I think I could fill a page with the kind of cheesy expressions I read in those paperbacks.
I should stop, but I can’t. Even though someone could see us at any minute. Even though I know I’m erasing all the work I’ve put in the past few months trying to get him out of my head. Even though we’ve agreed our friendship is more important than anything else. I can’t stand the thought of his being with another guy because…becauseI want it to be me.