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Sweat beaded on both their brows as they moved together. Ethan gazed at Logan and every time he slammed down it felt like an electric current was shooting up his spine.

Their movements became a frenzy; lips parted in silent desperation while they sought release together amidst a tangle of limbs and erratic breathing.

“I’m going to cum,” Logan sat up, then as he kissed Ethan’s neck he closed his eyes and spilled into the condom.”

The sensation pushed Ethan over the edge. His head tipped back, release washing through him as he released his own warm streaks onto Logan’s chest, marking him in a way that felt both intimate and unabashedly raw.

“Shit... I’m sorry,” he panted, legs visibly shaking as he collapsed forward.

Logan smiled, a lazy curve of his lips, his hand tracing languid patterns across Ethan’s abs. “Nothing to be sorry about.” He pressed a simple kiss to his temple then untangled himself and rolled off the bed.

He padded toward the bathroom, returning a moment later with a towel to find Ethan sprawled out on the bed, looking both sated and slightly dazed.

Kneeling down beside him, he began to wipe him clean, his touch careful and unhurried. The silence was comfortable, broken only by the quiet rustle of fabric against skin. Logan then slid under the covers and pulled Ethan against his side—the two men slotting together like pieces of a puzzle.

Ethan draped an arm possessively over Logan’s chest, curling his leg around his thigh as if tethering him there. He tilted his face up just enough to press a soft kiss to Logan’s jaw then sighed deeply, releasing all the tension that had built up inside him.

“Whatever happens tomorrow,” he whispered, “this was worth it.”

CHAPTER 51

Logan looked at Ethan,one brow quirking at the sound of his sigh.

“What’s wrong?” he asked quietly, fingers tracing idle patterns on the younger man’s shoulder.

Ethan hesitated before answering. “Nothing...” he replied, though his furrowed brow betrayed him. He shifted slightly against Logan’s chest, but didn’t pull away entirely. “I just wondered...” he trailed off before finally continuing. “Why did Devon back off so quickly when you said you’d call Alex? And who is Alex?”

Logan stiffened, a reaction so subtle that most wouldn’t have noticed it at all. But Ethan did. He always did. The dog tags around Logan’s neck clinked softly as his breathing changed.

“Just leave it,” he said firmly after a pause, though there was no anger in his tone, only weariness. “Let’s not do this right now. Just forget Devon; he’s history.”

But Ethan wasn’t ready to let it go, something about the way Logan deflected made him want to dig deeper. He propped himself up on one elbow, searching Logan’s expression for answers. “I need to know.” He leaned closer. “Is Alex his boyfriend? A partner?”

Logan’s jaw tightened, the same expression Ethan had seen when he was making tactical decisions under pressure. “No, Alex isn’t his boyfriend,” Logan gave a reluctant sigh. “Alex is his wife.”

The revelation sucked all the air from Ethan’s lungs as he jolted upright—his expression flipping between shock and disbelief faster than he could process.

“His... wife?” he repeated, as though saying it aloud might somehow make it make sense when it didn’t. “Devon’s still married?”

Logan exhaled heavily and reached out, wrapping a strong arm around Ethan’s waist, pulling him closer. The movement was firm but tender, as if grounding him back to reality. “It’s a long story.” His breath was warm against Ethan’s ear as he spoke, his tone low and tinged with an undercurrent of regret.

Logan ran a hand through his hair, pausing for a moment as if debating how much to reveal. “Yeah, they married back when he was a SEAL,” he began, each word deliberate, like he was carefully piecing together shards of a broken memory. “But when she found out he also liked guys… She walked out and he didn’t handle things well… he spiraled out of control… Started drinking, jeopardized missions, went completely off the rails.”

Logan clenched his jaw as though reliving the moment. “It was around that time that things got complicated between him and me.”

“You and Devon were…” Ethan left the question hanging, trying to process all this new information.

Logan nodded once, a sharp military acknowledgment. “We were together, briefly. It was a mistake. I was experimenting and thought I could help him—stupid, I know.” He flexed his fingers unconsciously, a habit Ethan had noticed he did before range practice. “He got hung up on me and… things didn’t go well. I broke things off when I realized it could end both our careers.”

He paused for a moment and let out a long sigh as he shifted closer to Ethan. He brushed a stray curl from Ethan’s forehead with surprising gentleness for someone who seemed so guarded most of the time.

“I thought he’d gotten help for his anger issues,” Logan admitted, his voice almost breaking under the strain of old wounds resurfacing. “I thought he’d finally sorted himself out, but I guess not,” he added bitterly, shaking his head as if trying to shake away the memories. “I heard he got back with Alex last year and they had a baby.”

“A baby?” Ethan repeated. He couldn’t reconcile this image of Devon, the man who had stirred such chaos within their lives, with that of someone playing house with a wife and child.

Logan nodded again, though this time it seemed more like an admission of defeat than confirmation. “Yeah.” He paused, letting silence stretch between them for a moment before continuing quietly. “I would have never taken you there, if I’d realized.”

Ethan frowned in confusion. “What do you mean?”

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