“Avery?” he questions, tossing his keys onto the counter.
“Yep. She beat me in a card game last night so I’m her bitch-of-sorts for a day.”
An explosion of laughter escapes from Austin’s mouth and Logan can’t help but chuckle along.
“Well, if I was to be a bitch to anyone, she would definitely be it. Smoking, man. She is smoking hot.”
“Yea, Yea.”
Turning to head down the hall toward his bedroom, Logan leaves Austin to rummage around in his kitchen for something to grub on.
“You hit that last night?”
Of course, Austin would ask. Austin’s never met a girl he didn’t bed that same night. Avery is currently the exception.
“Uh, no. We’re just friends, man.”
“Huh,” he replies, except it isn’t so much a huh of “I can’t hear you,” but more like he had never heard of this concept before.
“Yea, you should try it sometime.”
Moving toward his bathroom, Logan turns on the water and steps beneath the hot spray. His thoughts immediately move to the woman in question and he can’t help but remember the way her body felt pressed against his on the couch. Or the way her kiss started as hesitant but quickly morphed to match his movements. Her kiss was so sweet, yet aggressive. Just thinking about the night is enough to get his dick standing at attention. Boy, did he want Avery. She unleashed something inside him that he thought had long ago been buried beneath the piles of rubble that made his heart. And Logan didn’t just want her for her body, though perfection was on the tip of his tongue in describing her anatomy, and he had only seen her fully clothed. No, he wanted her for more. Logan hadn’t ever been able to hold a conversation with someone, without any effort, the way he had with her. They just clicked - it was effortless.
She is an enigma, to say the least. Logan couldn’t figure out what it was that made her tick. Why she was so withdrawn from life. He could tell that she worked extremely hard to stay in the shadows; to keep from forming connections. It was the way she talked, the way she moved, the way she masked her emotions. She is reserved, and he is determined to breathe life into her.
And if that brings her to his bed, then Logan wouldn’t complain. Man, did he want to fuck her. Pound her hard into the mattress. Smack her ass from behind as he shoves his cock into her pussy.
UGH!
His dick starts throbbing and the hot water spurting from the shower head feels like pin-pricks across the shaft. Closing his eyes, Logan pictures Avery’s face and body as she writhes in ecstasy, an orgasm sneaking up on as his tongue works frantically between her legs. His hand rubs his dick back and forth, mesmerized in his vision until he ferociously erupts against the shower wall.
Disappointed in himself, Logan knows he needs to get himself together. She only wants a friendship and he wants to keep her in his life so that’s what they’ll be.
But if she ever comes around, he’ll be waiting.
Arriving at the fair before the girls, Austin and Logan head to a food vendor to grab a drink while they wait.
Women eyeball them, sending them come-hither looks as they stroll past, some even with men by their side. Austin and Logan can’t do much more than shake their heads and smirk to themselves. This happens pretty much wherever they go, especially if they’re together. Logan can understand the reaction. They’re both good-looking – over six feet tall, muscular with broad shoulders, and they have the tall and handsome thing women go for.
Austin sends a wink to a couple of the women; playboy that he is, he eats up the attention, while Logan prefers to ignore the advances.
Finally, Logan sees Nikki approaching with Avery trailing behind her, tugging at a short denim skirt wrapped around her thighs. He feels himself choking on his tongue. Literally, he can’t swallow and he has to cough a couple of times just to catch his breath.
Avery is a walking vision of sex. Glancing down, he notices she has on a pair of worn cowboy boots, showcasing her toned legs, the short denim skirt of every man’s dreams that just barely covers her to mid-thigh. A dark blue flannel shirt with the tails tied loosely at her waist hints at just a bit of skin above her skirt; the blue flannel enhancing the exotic color of her eyes.
As she walks up to him, Logan reaches forward and runs his hand through the silky waves of her hair, which hangs loosely around her shoulders.
“Do I look ok? Nikki made me change six times,” she huffs quietly as she peers coquettishly into his eyes.
“You’re beautiful, Avery,” Logan replies, mesmerized by her. “You could wear a potato sack and still be beautiful.”
Redness arises like waves across her skin and she bites her lip as she considers Logan’s response.
“Thank you. I haven’t dressed like this…well…ever. Nikki is so much shorter than me that I think my bottom is hanging out of this skirt.”
Taking hi
s chances, Logan twists to take a peek at her behind and, though remarkably perfect, it is completely hidden by the light denim.