Page 48 of Spilled Coffee

The question gnawed at him.Fuck.He didn’t know how any of this worked.Was this even something now?Was it a relationship? Or maybe it was just sex? Could it really be anything more when Logan was his team leader?

The thought of Brick’s easy grin turning cold or Alfa’s trust unraveling if they ever found out made his chest tighten, and Logan’s commanding voice suddenly filled his head: “We can’t cross that line,” he’d whispered.

And yet they had.

Logan had, not just physically but emotionally, shown Ethan how he felt last night in every touch and kiss without needing to say it outright.

But where was Logan now?

Ethan’s gaze drifted to the trash beside the bed where proof of last night lingered. The used condom was curled limply against discarded tissues, the small lube bottle upright on the dresser, its cap loose and slick with residue.

Heat flashed through him at the thought of Logan’s first thrust—the sharp sting that gave way to a delicious stretch, the cool lube easing him open while Logan whispered reassurances against his ear before their bodies moved. Pain blurring into pleasure so intense Ethan thought he might come apart entirely.

He shifted, then winced at the ache within him—a reminder that was seared into his body like a secret mark only he knew.

Lying back against the crumpled sheet, he stared up at the ceiling. He closed his eyes and scenes started to play vividly behind his lids: Logan’s warm breath against his neck, their fingers laced together tightly, soft groans swallowed between desperate kisses.

What happened next would be complicated. But right now? Right now, all he wanted was to be with Logan again.

His hand wandered, fingers languidly tracing the broad expanse of his chest. The smooth pads of his fingers drifted over the hard curves of muscle, pausing briefly over his nipples. He shivered, remembering the heat of Logan’s lips, kissing, biting, teasing until he’d set him ablaze—a spark he couldn’t extinguish.

With a slow exhale, he pinched his nipple softly, testing the sensation.

As his hand slid past the taut plane of his abdomen and the dip of his navel, a sound escaped his throat, half sigh, half groan.

Logan Lockwood had taken him apart piece by piece.

Heat rose inside as he let more images from last night flood back. He allowed Logan’s touch to skate across his skin, until he was everywhere. The wild desire in Logan’s eyes had been a mirror to his own, and he could almost feel it again now.

The need to fuck roared through him like a tide that wouldn’t turn. His blood surged hot, and his cock pulsed in response, the length of it firm as it pressed insistently against his palm.

“Mmm...” A rich hum rumbled up in his chest, spilling out as a growl.

Ethan glanced down at the sight of his hardness, the slick bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.Fuck.He wrapped his fingers around it and began stroking slowly while his other hand braced the edge of the bed.

He let his head fall back and closed his eyes.

The world began to blur as Ethan retreated into his memories.

“Oh fuck…” The words spilled out, and his chest heaved with labored breaths.

He lost himself in the power Logan had over him, so intoxicating he couldn’t decide if it terrified or thrilled him.

Suddenly, his thoughts shifted to something else entirely.

Him on top—Logan beneath.

He imagined holding Logan down and taking control—watching Logan come undone beneath him.

It had to happen. His cock hardened at the thought.

And then…

There was a loud, insistent knock on the outer door that sounded like a gavel striking wood.

Ethan startled, his hand mid-stroke, heart lurching in his chest.

Logan…His mind hoped even though common sense told him otherwise.Maybe he had come back with coffee… an explanation for why he’d left.

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