Page 28 of One Night Seduction

“I am,” I say with a smile as I look up to him.

He rolls his eyes playfully. “Now you tell me.”

Reaching over into the bag, he pulls out some paper towels he brought, quickly cleaning us both up before dragging me to him. I slip my leg through his, my head resting on his chest with his arms around me as he pulls a blanket over us.

Pressing a kiss to my head, we sit there in silence for a few moments before he speaks.

“You’re something else, Arianna.”

I smile, looking up at him.

“You too, Tyson.”

His eyes bounce back and forth between mine like he has something on his mind, and I’m almost positive I know what it is.

“You don’t have to worry about me. I’m not expecting anything out of this. We fucked, and it was great, and if you want to do it again before we leave, then I’m more than willing.” I laugh lightly. “But no expectations. A little spring break fling sounds kinda perfect.”

He takes a moment before nodding, smiling softly as his arms squeeze me tighter.

“Cool, yeah, I’ll definitely be taking you up on that offer.” He smirks before sliding out from under me, crawling between my legs, and throwing them over his shoulders.

The instant his mouth wraps around my clit, a needy moan that was entirely too loud echoes throughout the treehouse as I dig my fingers into his hair. Fuck, this is exactly what I need.

Chapter Twelve

Logan

My blurry eyes blink away sleep as I stare up at the plain white ceiling. I only had a few beers, but I feel gross, heavy. I think that had more to do with allowing Kelly to grind herself all over my lap than the alcohol, though.

I don’t know what it is. I used to think she was the most attractive woman on the planet, but the rose colored glasses were ripped away when I found her with another man’s cock inside her. Funny how that works.

Pushing myself to stand, I open the door and walk across the hall to the upstairs bathroom. Soon, I’m climbing into the hot water, scrubbing every inch of her off my body. I don’t know why I let her close to me. Maybe it was because I felt I had to, or maybe it was to distract me from Arianna going into that treehouse with my little fucking brother.

For a while, I just sat there, my gaze burning a hole into the side of the thing like if I stared hard enough, I’d be able to see what was going on inside. Then the moaning began, and I lost my shit. I damn near threw Kelly off my lap before taking two large steps towards the treehouse until I stopped. What was Igoing to do? Barge in and beat the piss out of my brother for something that, as irritating as it was, is consensual?

Fuming, I stormed back to the house, Kelly quickly following behind, asking what was wrong. I told her that I was tired, which she didn’t believe. Then I made some bullshit about having a hard time forgetting what happened between us. That shut her up quickly, a look of shame passing across her face as I stomped inside the house and to my room.

Surprisingly, Kelly didn’t try to come in to talk or anything else, and I was grateful because, for the hundredth time, I’m wondering what the fuck I’m even doing here. Lusting after a woman who is twenty-five years younger than me, a woman who has made it abundantly clear she wants nothing to do with me. So, why the fuck am I still here?

Because what we shared in that club was something special, rare, and I’ll torture myself for years if that’s what it takes to convince her of it.

After my shower, I quickly get dressed and head downstairs to get some coffee. I’m taking my first sip when I look out the large bay window and see Tyson climbing out of the treehouse, pulling a shirt on over his head. Son of a fucking bitch.

I slam my mug against the countertop as I stand in place, watching as my brother swaggers up to the house wearing the biggest shit eating grin. When he steps inside, I’m on him instantly, yanking him all the way through the door and pinning him against the wall with my forearm to his throat.

His eyes bug out at me in surprise as he rasps.

“What are you doing?”

“What areyoudoing?” I snap, lowering my voice as my forehead presses against his. “What the hell do you think you’re doing with Arianna?”

Tyson’s eyes narrow before he lifts an eyebrow.

“I’m not sure how that’s any of your business.”

“Goddamnit, Tyson. If you’re playing with her feelings, I swear to fuck I’ll?—”

“You’ll what? What are you gonna do, Logan? You haven’t seen this girl in years. Why does she get all of your loyalty so easily, and I’m just the bad guy?” he asks.

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