Chapter 6
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Logan and I have been doing this song and dance since college. I knew he wanted her all to himself. He more than proved it last night when he got snippy with me about the gorgeous blond. So when he gives me a look and subtly shakes his head, I know it’s my cue to back off.
Technically, he saw her first. Timing and I weren’t exactly besties last night, that’s for fucking sure.
As soon as I saw the way Logan was fixated on her, I was cursing the long line I’d had to wait in to take a piss.
A twinge of jealousy hits as I raise my hands and back away, air cool against my chest as the warmth of her bangin’ body disappears.
I back up, eyeballing them as they sway. When Logan’s hands clench possessively into her curves, a twinge of jealousy coils in my throat.
This isn’t how it usually goes down. Anytime we want the same girl, we share. That’s been our unspoken rule since the disaster that was Melissa in college. But Logan’s looking at her like she’s his and his alone.
“Fuck,” I mutter, scratching the back of my neck.
Since when do I get so territorial? I’m the easygoing one.
The guy who never gets attached. Neither does Logan.
But watching him claim her—the same woman who had me half-hard with just a look as she shoved her pussy mere inches away from my face—makes me clench my fists.
I need to get laid. And right now, just about anyone will do.
Turning away, I scan the crowd until I spot two women who’ve been eye-fucking me since I first walked in. The redhead catches my gaze and bites her lip as her friend—a petite brunette—follows her line of sight and gives me a sultry smile.
Perfect.
Making my way over, I tuck myself between them and lean against the bar. “Ladies.” I flash my most charming grin. “Buy you a drink?”
“Depends,” Redhead purrs, leaning into my space. “What are you offering?”
“Whatever you want.” I signal the bartender, ordering three shots of tequila. The burn helps dull the edge of whatever the hell I’m feeling about Logan and the pretty blonde.
“Your friend too busy to join us?” Brunette asks, nodding toward the dance floor.
“Very.” I down another shot, ignoring the pang in my chest. “But I’m all yours tonight.”
Redhead runs her fingers up my arm. “We were thinking of heading somewhere more... private.”
I should be thrilled. Even though two gorgeous, ready and willing women are standing right in front of me, I side-eye the dance floor one last time. Logan’s hand is tangled in her hair, lips at her throat, and she’s melting into him.
“Let’s get the fuck outta here,” I smirk. Throwing my arms around their shoulders, I lead us out of the club and don’t look back.
As we pile into a rideshare, Redhead slides onto my lap, grinding against me. It should turn me on, but all I can think about is the way Pretty looked at me when I tucked that bill into her outfit. The way she turned her back on me, leaving me wanting more.
Brunette grabs my face, pulling me in for a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue. Her lip gloss tastes like cherries. Redhead’s hands slide under my shirt, nails scraping over my abs as she rocks against my dick.
“Fuck,” I mutter against Brunette’s lips, trying to focus on the two women that are all over me instead of the image of a pair of ice-blue eyes burning into mine.
Just thinking about her makes me hard.
“Oh, yeah,” Redhead giggles, breath hot against my ear. “Someone’s eager.”
The car hits a bump, and Brunette breaks our kiss, both of them laughing as Redhead nearly topples off my lap.
I chuckle along, using the momentary distraction to clear my head—convince myself that this is what I want—what I always want. Two beautiful women, no strings, and definitely no complications.
I force a grin, sliding my hands up her thighs, squeezing her ass. “You have no idea.”