Chapter Nine
Knox
L ogan comes out of the bathroom wearing nothing more than a towel, carrying his clothes. I don't give a shit what he's wearing — we live together in this cabin, if I gave a shit about seeing him naked I'd have had to move out long ago — but I fucking hate the way Rose looks at him .
Her mug of hot cocoa's at her mouth, but she stops drinking for a moment, her eyes slowly wandering down Logan's torso, from his shoulders to where his hips dip below the towel .
I'm outrageously jealous. I want her to look at me like that, and even though I remember last night, when she saw my rock-hard erection as I was getting into bed, I still want more .
"Save me some," he says jauntily, heading for the bedroom .
I clear my throat and remind myself to act civilized, since neither of us will be getting anywhere close to Rose. Figuratively, at least. I've got every intention of having her sleep in my bed tonight .
It's my turn, after all .
When Logan comes back, he pours himself the remaining hot cocoa and then I hit the shower myself. As the water pours down my body I jerk off hard and fast, thinking of Rose. The way she might moan when I fuck her .
The way she might scream when both of us fuck her .
Afterwards I feel a little better, but I can tell it won't be for long. I did need that release, though .
When I finish, I pull a towel around my waist and parade through the kitchen just like Logan did, and Rose looks at me. She starts at the towel and moves up, slowly, her hand frozen in front of her mouth .
There it is. That's what I wanted, because having her look at me with that same hunger feels fucking fantastic .
* * *
After both of us shower, we unearth an ancient game of Clue from a closet and play it until we get bored. Logan and I spend most of our time outdoors, working, so there isn't really a lot to do in the cabin .
When that's boring, we make dinner for her, then eat at the dining table while Logan tries to impress Rose by telling her about the time he went skydiving .
"Oh, my gosh ," she says, eyes sparkling. "I could never !"
"He only went once," I say, feeling a little surly .
"And how many times have you gone?" he asks me, grinning .
I put a forkful of pork chop in my mouth and chew slowly, just watching him .
"I went scuba diving," I say. "I seem to recall that we couldn't get you off the boat ."
Logan makes a face. Rose laughs .
"I've always wanted to do that," she says, spearing a potato. "Even though I can barely swim ."
"It's not too hard to learn," I say. "I'm sure you could do it ."
She shrugs, still smiling .
"It's a ways down on my list of things to spend money on," she admits. "There's a lot of things on that list. I've never scuba dived, I've never sky dived, I've never been in a hot air balloon ..."
"You must be really good at never have I ever ," Logan volunteers .
Rose frowns and takes a sip of water .
"What's that?" she asks .
Logan chuckles .
"Come on, the drinking game?" he says. "I'm sure you've played it ."
She just shakes her head .
"You say 'Never have I ever,' then say something you've never done, and then anyone who has done it has to take a drink," he goes on. "We could play it now. We've got whiskey ."
Rose looks hesitant, like she's not quite sure about playing a drinking game with two strangers, and Logan grins at her .
"We could make it interesting and make it strip Never Have I Ever," he says .
Rose quickly shakes her head, turning bright pink. I don't know why I find her shyness so appealing, but goddamn it makes me hard every single time .
"I'll try the regular version," she says, even though her voice is a little hesitant .
"You can tap out whenever you want, I promise," Logan says, standing from the table .
He clears dishes and I grab the bottle, then pour some into three glasses. I give Rose hardly any — I've got the feeling she's not a hard drinker — and give Logan and me a little more, but not too much. I don't want to lose control, and I already feel like I can't help myself around this girl .
"Okay, we'll start off easy," Logan says, smiling at Rose .
She raises both eyebrows .
"Never have I ever been scuba diving," he says .
I roll my eyes and take a sip of whiskey .
"Never have I ever been skydiving," I fire back .
Now it's Logan's turn to drink. Rose still hasn't touched her whiskey .
"Never have I ever... shoveled snow off a roof?" she says .
"There you go," Logan says, and the two of us both drink. "Never have I ever nearly frozen to death and been rescued by a couple of forest rangers ."
Rose sighs, then takes a tiny sip of her whiskey. I'm impressed that she doesn't flinch as she drinks .
"Never have I ever worked in a diner," I say .
She drinks again, frowning .
We do that for a few more rounds, and as we drink, the game gets progressively dirtier — we learn that no one's ever fucked an animal, no one's ever streaked in public, and no one's ever worn lingerie .
That last one makes Rose turn a little pink again. Then it's my turn. I'm a little buzzed on the whiskey, hard as a rock watching Rose, and curious .
"Never have I ever had sex with a man," I say .
Logan just shakes his head .
Rose turns beet red .
Neither of them drink .
Holy shit, Rose is a virgin , I think .
I've never cared before, but suddenly the thought of us being her first makes me want her so much I have to grit my teeth and look down at the table. There's something so sexy , so appealing about knowing that I could be the first man to take her that it's nearly overwhelming .
"Never have I ever owned a pet fish," Rose blurts out. Logan drinks and I don't, then it's his turn .
"Never have I ever kissed a man," he says, watching her carefully .
She takes a drink, seeming relieved .
"Never have I ever been undressed by a man," I say quietly .
Rose swallows .
"Does last night count?" she asks, still looking at the table .
"Sure," I say .
She drinks, then looks at the two of us and sighs .
"Never have I ever had sex," she says as fast as she can .
Logan and I look at each other across the table, both drinking. I can tell we're thinking the exact same thing :
I want to be her first .