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“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. Logan was picking up Dozer and I thought it might be awkward. We both know you wouldn’t have been able to help yourself.”
She rolls her eyes. “Ha! I can be discreet.”
I give her a dead-pan look, taking a sip of the tropical sensation that I still have no clue what’s in it, but I taste the rum straight away. “Since when?”
“Very funny. Now tell me everything. How was it?”
“Ugh, amazing,” I sigh. “He’s a freaking god. His body is insane. He can go all fucking night, and…” I lower my voice. “His dick is pierced.”
There go her eyes again. “No way.”
“Yes way, and yes, before you ask, it’s big, fat and perfect, and now that I’ve had Logan Kool-Aid, I don’t know what to do about it. I don’t like this needy feeling. It’s not like me.”
“Why are you two squirreled away in the corner?” Stella asks, hands on hips as she narrows her eyes on us.
“Payden slept with Logan and his giant cock has sent her into a tailspin,” Luna blabs.
I smack her on the arm. “Subtle.”
Stella immediately sits down, a slow grin spreading across her pretty face. “Holy shit, no way.”
“That’s what I said,” Luna chides. “Logan’s hot. It’s about time we saw him with a good woman.”
Stella nods in agreement.
“Now wait just a minute,” I start, holding one finger up, but I’m distracted. It’s like I can sense him, and as my eyes divert, so do Luna and Stella’s heads.
Logan.
His eyes meet mine across the room. From this angle, his hair looks damp as if he’s just showered. He has his usual jeans, black t-shirt and cut on, and a little scruff on his face. I don’t know why seeing that dark shadow makes my insides jerk, but it does.
I look away first like the coward I am.
“You were saying?” Luna giggles, Stella following suit.
“Shut up,” I hiss. “I have no interest in pursuing things with him. Why would I want that? I like my life exactly as it is. I don’t have any complications, and nobody nagging me. I’m not gonna be one of those damn housewives who cooks and cleans for her man?—”
“But you will suck dick though, right?” Stella says, making me almost choke. “Logan’s dick, if we’re doing a hypothetical.”
I lower my voice, even though there is no need with the low music on and countless people talking. “I’m not sucking anyone’s dick, especially his.”
“Uh, huh.” Luna just can’t help herself as they continue to look across the room. “He’s still staring at you.”
“No, he isn’t. I saw him just this morning with Dozer, and he said absolutely nothing about us getting together again, nor has he texted me or insinuated we hook up again, which I wouldn’t?—”
“Right, because you don’t want another pounding from a hot, single guy with a pierced dick,” Luna says sarcastically.
“Pierced?” Stella says, and though I can’t see her eyes because she’s facing away, I’m sure they just dipped down to Logan’s crotch. “That’s hot.”
I give Luna a glare. “I seriously don’t even know why I tell you anything.”
She blows me a kiss. “Because you love me, silly, and anyway, it’s just Stella.”
“No offense taken,” Stella retorts, turning back to us. “Is it just me, or did Logan just get twenty times hotter with a mini-beard going on there?”
“Mini-beard?” I snort. Then I sober remembering how those bristles felt between my legs.
Logan rubbing his chin through my pussy, making me squirm with that tongue, and making me fucking squirt for the very first time. Smug asshole.
