A/N: Mature content
"Uggggghhhh..." I groaned into the wall of pressure that held a vice grip around my eyes and over my entire forehead. My eyelids felt like they were filled with cement as I pried them half open.
Charlie was wrong. Wine isn't always the solution.
A blurry, gray shape filled my entire line of vision and my cheek was pressed into a warm, soft pillow. I needed a few moments before I realized I laid on my stomach, with my right arm pinned underneath me but my left arm was hinged like a chicken wing overhead and under my pillow. While normally my nose near my armpit wasn't the most ideal sleeping position, I appreciated how I smelled like my normal soap.
I stretched my left arm out straight and my knuckles knocked into something hard. My head rolled upwards and I looked past the gray sheets at what I'd hit and realized I looked straight into a wall.
That's weird. My sheets are purple, not...
My body spasmed with tension and jolted me completely awake. Within a few silent recall moments, I knew exactly how we'd ended up like this and visually scanned myself for damage control. My lower body was bare but a quick look down showed I was in an oversized gray T-shirt. I sighed with relief that I still wore underwear and a bra, until I recognized the black lace thong set from Harper.
The one I twirled around in front of -
Something hard, warm, and heavy weighed down my ass but, below that, my bare legs were tangled up in a tornado of gray sheets. I kicked at them and unsuccessfully untangled myself, which erupted a low, raspy groan of complaint behind me.
"If this is a dream then don't wake me up," a groggy, deep voice rasped into my ears and froze my movements right away.
My eyes blinked rapidly and I recognized the gray blurriness I'd seen earlier was a pillow on my side between a mattress and a cream-colored wall. I craned my neck up by my hand and saw a dark wood headboard.
Definitely not the air mattress.
A weighted squeeze around my left ass cheek, accompanied with a low moan, tugged me until I was rolled back onto my side until I directly faced the wall. A few warm tingles later, my brain registered that a set of fingers absently rubbed over the skin under my navel.
"Just five more minutes, baby," he grumbled. With a sharp inhale, I rolled slightly backwards to confirm who I suspected I'd slept next to when the hand palmed flat across my lower belly and tugged my whole torso into a warm, hard wall and a muscular arm wrapped over my side. "Or fifty."
I flinched under the pressure against the side of my neck, as he rested his chin in the curve where my neck met my shoulder and a few waves of his breath fanned over my left ear. The hot temperature that flushed over my back told me exactly who I laid in bed with and, despite the awkwardness, recognition flooded relief through me.
But how? Or worse, why?
"Baby?" I echoed Logan's word, looked as far over my shoulder as my neck turned, and smacked my head right into his forehead.
"Ugh," he complained with a low groan but opened his eyes. For one moment he smiled lazily, adorably almost, at me and gently tugged me closer against his torso. Right when his eyes slid back closed, they shot open. The hard wall against my back froze up completely and his hand lifted off my stomach like my skin was on fire.
This is so embarrassing.
"Ellie?" Logan's voice croaked out with a hint of confusion, probably because at this point I wriggled like I tried to release myself from a straight jacket.
I kicked my legs against the sheets and got nowhere except bucked my ass straight into Logan's pelvis. The frictioned contact earned me another low groan, but this one suggested he enjoyed that more than my earlier headbutt. My writhed movements stopped when his hand rested on my hip again, where the warmth of his palm sent tingles over my skin. The press of his morning wood like a steel rod up against my ass cheeks definitely halted any further movements from me.
"Are you stuck?" He mumbled quietly but I still caught the humor in his voice. "Or just teasing me?"
"Stuck." I sighed, shifted away from him far enough that I rolled onto my back, and propped myself onto my elbows. A look down at my legs showed I'd tangled myself completely in Logan's bed sheets. At the sight of my exposed black thong underwear, I groaned softly and yanked my T-shirt down.
Not my T-shirt... Oh shit, that's right.
This wasn't one of those moments where I had no idea how I got here or what happened. I wasn't drunk last night, just buzzed enough that everything was funny and my normal filter evaporated into nonexistence. Headache aside, I was hyper aware of and remembered everything, particularly how carelessly I'd acted in front of Logan.
Including dancing around in my underwear and begging him to sleep next to me.
Like a gentleman, Logan had only slipped one of his shirts over me and tucked me into bed. I flopped back onto the bed and ran my palms over my cheeks, which felt like I'd stuck my head into our tiny kitchen's oven as last night's events replayed through my mind. A low chuckle next to me showed Logan found this entire setup amusing.
Of course he does.
The sleepiness in his voice was replaced with full-on smugness and cockiness. "One week and you're begging -"
"Don't," I interrupted him and made a mistake when I glared sideways at him. Since I'd stolen all of the sheets and wound them around myself, Logan laid next to me dressed only in his black boxer briefs, with his muscles upon muscles fully displayed. My first thought was no help at all in this situation.
We are matching. Nice.
My eyes shamelessly traveled downwards, from the sharp lines in his clavicle that met in a small divot at the base of his neck. I visually traced all over the lines and curves of his pectoral and abdominal muscles that laid inches away from me, particularly the sharp V-lines that curved downward into his boxer briefs. Despite the fact that the black color hid a lot of the details, I rolled my lower lip under at the sight of his very obvious morning erection and how my pulse raced wilder in reaction.
Along with the heat that radiated from his body, his normal fresh showered scent was faint since he'd showered after practice but still wrapped all around me like an invisible reminder of the obvious.
I'm still in Logan's bed.
One of my hands rubbed over my forehead and I mumbled in defeat, "I did beg you to stay, didn't I."
His lips twitched like he hid back his amusement, which was more successful than how he failed when he masked the same sentiments in his voice. "I was going to sleep on the sofa, but you did. I put a pillow between us..."
While his voice faded off, my right arm grabbed the pillow between me and the wall and lifted it up. "This one?"
A laugh rumbled his chest and slightly shook his shoulders. "That one. For the record, I think you moved it."
"Not sure I believe that," I teased him back. "Your hand was palming my ass when I woke up."
"No complaints." While his ocean-blue eyes studied mine, a sparkle of mischief popped in them. "Well, not until your ass moved."
Despite the circumstances, I felt a lot more relaxed than I probably should have felt at this moment, and a small laugh escaped through my lips. I'd have been completely freaked out if I'd woken up to someone like Emmitt, but I trusted Logan. While my massive headache hadn't gone away, I knew Logan wouldn't have tried anything without consent.
Would I have wanted anything to happen? Stupid question, I asked if he'd kiss me.
My heart thumped louder in my chest at the thought, which only intensified the longer I looked over his ridiculously cut body. I balled my hands into tight fists as a flush of warmth spread over my body, this time not in my cheeks but a flash of both want and need that shot straight down into my pelvis. My breath went somewhere else the longer I studied his handsome face, still relaxed and content.
"If you keep looking at me like that then I'll have to forget your morning breath," he said quietly.
"Fair enough." I'm sure the cabernet had done me no favors there and pushed myself up to a seated position. Once I detangled my legs and drew them up to my chest, I looked sideways at Logan again.
Before I questioned my own actions, I leaned over and gently pressed a kiss into his closest shoulder. Despite no covers at all, his bare skin was warm against my lips.
"Mmm..." The soft contact flipped his eyes open again. "What was that for?"
"For last night." I sat back up and slid to the edge of his bed, where my feet slipped onto the floor. "And for not judging me for anything incriminating I might have said or done."
"You remember it all?" He sat halfway up and my eyes appreciated how his abdominal muscles compressed and rippled with the movement.
"I do." A flush of warmth spread up the back of my neck and across my cheeks. "Thanks for not judging me, it's been quite an...interesting start to this year."
Never thought I'd be here, as Logan's roommate, let alone in his bed.
"Not judging," he assured me with a smirk that none of me trusted. "But I reserve the right to tease you about it."
Teasing...
The word reminded me that so far, Logan had still been one-up on me with whatever flirting challenge we'd played over the last two days. While I'd been flustered and slightly nervous, the way Logan definitely reacted had resurrected feelings inside me I hadn't felt since... well, him.
Definitely something flattering about turning on a hotass guy.
"Guess I deserve that." I flashed him a sheepish smile, stood up, then said, "I'm going to take a quick shower then make breakfast. Totally understand if you want to go back to sleep, so I'll be quiet."
"Thanks." He stretched his long, muscular arms overhead and let out a slow, deep yawn.
My heart thumped stronger at the idea but a sense of empowerment flashed over me when I stood up, so I rolled with it and stripped off his shirt overhead. Right before his sharp inhale, I tossed his shirt right into his face. I knew it slid down and he still saw me, so I teased further, bent over, picked up my clothes, then tossed them into my hamper. Every step I fought the urge not to dig that stupid thong out of my ass crack but my bolder efforts had the opposite effect than what I'd intended.
With each step I took past the side of Logan's bed towards the closet, the air thickened until it was uncomfortable and charged with tension. My pulse throbbed in my veins but I tugged my lips upwards into my own smirk under the weight of his gaze. I walked into the closet and pulled out a pair of black leggings, UW sweatshirt, and a towel. After I nudged the door shut and exhaled slowly, I removed my bra and the string-sized underwear, wrapped the towel tightly around myself, then triple-checked I'd secured it.
When I left the closet, his eyes were still glued on me. Although more of me was covered than by that stupid underwear set, the blue in his eyes deepened a shade at the sight of me in just a towel. Tiny goosebumps raised on my bare skin from my shoulders to wrists, heart beats thundered in my chest, and my breath hitched while I stepped over to his dresser.
A quick side glance in his direction was a bad idea. He sat upright in bed, propped against the headboard, and his muscular arms crossed over his broad chest. Like he knew exactly how I was affected by his attention on me, a cocky smirk spread across his mouth and his eyes twinkled.
I pulled out a much more comfortable underwear set and a pair of socks then stepped into the bathroom. A quick look in the mirror showed I looked more than flustered, with how pink my cheeks were and my tangled hair suggested I'd had a better night than what really happened.
Or hadn't happened.
My shoulders shuddered slightly at the suggestive mental images that flooded into my mind as I turned on the water. I brushed a few knots out of my long hair but the movements did nothing about the intense, uncomfortable tension inside me. My hair shed horribly and I knew I was on borrowed time before I clogged the bathtub drain, so I brushed my hair smooth. Once a few steam puffs lifted up from behind the curtain, I stepped under the water, still completely riled up.
The warm water massaged my forehead gently as I dipped my head down and gently palmed the cool tiles above the water temperature handle. Trails of water tickled down the curves of my body, over my breasts and between my legs, which only intensified the sense of warmth and ache. A mental reminder of how Logan looked this morning, his strong arm around me, and one of my hand's fingers teased a similar pattern across my pelvis.
Let's see if I can rile him up a little further too.
My mind went a little dirtier as my fingers traveled further south over my lower abdomen and gently stroked over my soft outer folds. I reached my free hand out and slightly nudged the door open, then pushed a gentle moan out of my mouth before I brought my hand back in the shower and drew the curtain closed again.
I wasn't sure if Logan had heard me but the gentle strokes of my fingers definitely worked against me. My mind slipped to intentions of relief rather than retribution and I bit down sharply on my lower lip. As my fingers massaged deeper over my core area, the warm friction I rubbed over the sensitive skin on my clitoris turned my whole pelvic area into a hot ache of want and need.
Logan...
My eyes screwed shut as my mind went through a different wake up scenario, where his arm reached down and he slipped one finger right into the wetness that now pooled inside me. I dipped my middle finger in slow, deliberate strokes in and out while my thumb pressed down on my clit upon entrance.
A tight coil of hot, aching lust wound itself into my pelvis and fogged over my brain as I gently added my ring finger and massaged along my inner wall. Waves of warmth and excitement radiated from the friction I built up at that contact point and my body quivered as I rubbed towards a heady climax.
I made damn sure that no one else knew about this.
A wry smile played across my lips at how I'd hidden this part from Charlie, more for self-preservation that I wasn't entirely crazy over an ex-boyfriend, while my fingertips stroked over my tensed, pulsing inner walls. There weren't many times I'd played with myself, only when my stress levels were elevated, and always in the shower when she wasn't home.
At this point I didn't even care if Logan heard me because a twisted part of me wanted a reaction from him. I was extremely aware that his room was close but, given the dead silence outside the bathroom, assumed he'd gone back to sleep. The realization relaxed my shoulders slightly while rivulets of water still trailed down my body.
Logan's in-person teasing and flirting had definitely riled me up until my core area felt like a bundle of nerves tucked between my legs. I shamelessly released moan after moan as my fingers moved in harder, sloppier movements. Logan's face never left my mind, the image of his hard, masculine body wrapped over mine, his arms caged around me while his hips flexed and bucked as he pumped in and out.
Logan and I had only had sex once, when my first-time nerves had left me tensed and clamped tighter, which ended up in an uncomfortable and painful first experience. But I'd had several mental redo moments since then, including now, that I used until I tipped myself over the edge to relief. My lips pressed tightly shut until tingles erupted as mentally I came undone with his name.
Logan.
I palmed my free hand against the shower tiles, clenched my teeth, and groaned softly, "Ahhhh..."
My inner thighs trembled slightly as my insides pulsed and squeezed around my fingers. After a slight burst of inner pressure and a lot of arousal fluid pooled in my core area, I gasped with relief. With a long, loud exhale, I blew off a few of the water drops that trailed over my lips. My shoulders slightly sagged and a lot more wetness coated from my knuckles to my fingertips. I gently swirled it around my clit a few times as I rode down the pulsed aftershocks until a warm haze filtered over my body.
I blinked my eyes open until the bleariness of the bathroom shower around me vanished. Gently I withdrew my fingers then washed up quickly with soap, then shampoo and conditioner. The bathroom mirror was definitely fogged over with condensation and the bathroom air thick with steam when I finished. I dried off and dressed quickly, brushed my teeth, then stepped out into the cooler air of the apartment hallway.
The bedroom door was still open, so I walked in and tossed my damp towel into my hamper. I stopped when I saw that the bed was made and there were no signs of Logan. Silence enveloped around me, so I went into the kitchen and living room but found both were empty. Confusion swirled inside me and my forehead tensed as my eyebrows squeezed together when I realized I was completely alone.
In other words, Logan had left.