Page 103 of The Risk Taker

I love having him inside me. I love being the one to bring him pleasure. I?—

I swallow hard, glancing up at him, watching him tremble, both of us slick with sweat. The sound of our breaths fills the room, our bodies still twitching and he leans down to kiss me.

He presses his forehead to mine when he pulls back a few seconds later. “Holy fuck,” he whispers. His cock slips out of me, leaving me aching and empty in the best way. “You’ve ruined me.”

I let out a weak laugh, pulling him closer with what little strength I have left, my body loose and wrecked beneath him. “Pretty sure it’s my ass that’s ruined,” I mumble, still feeling the burn, the stretch, and loving every second of it.

He lets out a soft laugh, leaning in to press another kiss to my mouth, pulling me into his arms again.

I bury my face in his chest, feeling his heart pounding.

We lie like that for a while, but my mind won’t stop spinning.

I think of all the years I avoided even thinking about what I wanted. About who I wanted. How I kept my eyes too long on girls I didn’t want. How I’d kissed people and felt nothing, just went through the motions, told myself maybe this was allanyone ever feels. And how Logan—just being near Logan—always fucked with that.

How this thing between us didn’t just feel good. It felt right. And honestly, that realization doesn’t scare me, not like I thought it would.

It feels like exhaling for the first time in years.

“I think I’m gay,” I blurt out.

Logan pulls back just a little, just enough to look at me. His brows lift. “Yeah?”

I nod, heat rising to my face, but I don’t look away. “I don’t knowwhatI am exactly,” I say with a breathy laugh, shaking my head. “It’s still… a mess. But I know I’ve never—” I stop and swallow hard. “I’ve never felt like this before. With anyone.”

He watches me for what feels like forever before his hand slides up the bare skin of my back, pressing a kiss to my hair. “Same, Hayes,” he says with a sigh. “Same.”

My eyes close as my body sinks deeper into him, and his fingers slide into mine.

There’s no pretending when I’m with him. No armor, no mask. Just… me.

And as I lie there, listening to the steady thud of his heartbeat beneath my ear, I realize I’ve never felt this safe.

Never felt this seen.

And never, in my whole life, been this happy.

26

LOGAN

“There’s no way,” Ryan mutters, throwing the controller down on the table. “How the hell did he hit me through the wall?”

Austin snorts from the couch. “You were crouching behind drywall.”

“That’s bullshit,” Ryan mutters, respawning. “You can’t shoot through that.” The game starts only for him to die a few seconds later. “Fuck. Why do they keep spawning me next to the same guy?”

“Because you’re predictable,” Austin says with a chuckle. “Like your sex life.”

Ryan flips him off, and Nathan walks in from the kitchen with two Cokes a second later. He tosses one my way and I catch it, keeping my eyes on him.

He drops onto the couch beside me, his thigh bumping mine and it makes my heart skip. He never sits beside me—too scared the guys will get suspicious and find out about us—but after the away game, after we had sex, he’s been different. Closer. Sneaking into my room without waiting until the guys go to bed,staying over until we wake up together, and I’ve been eating up every damn second of it.

Ryan groans, tossing the controller onto the coffee table. “I’m done. This game’s rigged.”

Austin smirks, grabbing the controller to take over. “It’s called skill, Cap. You should try it sometime.”

Isabella walks down the stairs, pausing when she sees the game. “Are you guys arguing again?”