Glancing at the bottle of tequila in Tate’s hand, Logan questioned much more calmly than he felt, “How full was that?”Tate lifted the quarter-empty bottle and shrugged. “Unopened. Why?
Dipping his hand between the denim he’d parted, Logan thought he would feel cotton, but as his fingers brushed over wiry hair, he groaned out loud. “Commando? You came to see me fucking commando?
Careful tate, I’m already turned on, you know how hot I get when you’re mean to me.
Gone now was the tease. Gone was the lesson on the how’s and why’s. Now came the need…The need to finish, the need to come, and the need to be part of the other person.
Waiting is often the best part of the story,” he explains. “After all, once you know the story, its over.
I believe in fate and I believe you were supposed to walk into my life, so Mason could walk into yours.
Tate?” “What?” he barked at him. Logan couldn’t help the way his dick reacted to it. “I can’t even remember what he looks like because all I can picture is you.
How could I have ever thought she was what was wrong in my life? She was the only thing that made any sense, and when she was broken and hurting, so was I.
I love you. That is the beginning, that is the end. That is everything.
And if you want to scream her name out when my cock is fucking you, you scream it, right into my ear.
I’ll teach you how to come with a man inside you. Not a boy, Addison, a man.