Page 48 of One Night Seduction

“Definitely don’t need tequila for that to happen.”

He waggles his brows, pulling me towards him and pressing his lips to mine. I don’t even know why I put any stock into my interaction with Logan. Especially when I have Ty right here in front of me. He’s sweet, funny, and gorgeous. He hasn’t fucked my mom, nor is he currently fucking my mom. He’s closer to my age. He isn’t controlling or broody. He’s kinda perfect.

Breaking apart, he presses a quick kiss to my nose before ordering two more shots. Clinking our glasses together, we toss them back, and I wince. How is the second one harsher than the first? Shouldn’t it be the other way around?

Looking around the room, I notice karaoke going on in the corner with a ton of people dancing in the middle of the pub. Kind of surprising how many people are out and about in the middle of the week in April.

My eyes stop on my mom who is tossing back vodka sodas like it’s her job. Pulling the neckline of her top down, she begins shaking her tits into Logan’s face as she starts singing along to the song. She is so fucking embarrassing.

Logan looks down at her with disinterest, though his hand rests on her hip in a possessive hold. I’m not sure if it’s there because he wants it to be or because he knows that if he lets her go, she’ll wander off to god knows where with god knows who. Uncle Tom looks at her, shaking his head as he lifts his beer to take a sip.

Like they always seem to be, Logan’s eyes slowly gravitate to me. A fluttering erupts in my stomach, and no matter how hard I try to fight it, it refuses to give way. It may be the tequila beginning to fog my head, but I’m beginning to forget why I have to fight so hard, why it would be so terrible to give in. I mean, if memory serves me right, both times were easily the best sex of my life. Could that be because they were momentsdrenched in lust, kink, and passion? Possibly. Does more than a large part of me think that it was really just Logan, that he was the cause behind that feeling of release and freedom?

Absolutely.

“What’s going on in that pretty head?” Ty asks with a smile, forcing me to face him.

I feel myself give him a dopey smile as I lean into his touch. Yep, tequila is officially in control here. I blame Ty. Reaching across the bar, I grab Uncle Tom’s beer, taking three large gulps as Ty takes it from my hand.

“Easy slugger. You want me to have to carry you home?”

“Sure,” I say with a shrug. “It’s not like you’d mind.”

“Having my hands all over your perfect body? No, I wouldn’t mind at all.”

“Her mother can hear you two,” Logan gnashes over the loud music.

Ty and I look from him to my mother, who couldn’t be less interested in what we’re discussing. In fact, she’s already swaying on her feet, spacing off as she orders another drink.

I know what you’re thinking. We don’t really mess around when it comes to alcohol. We’ve been here a whopping ten minutes, and we’re all on our way to being utterly trashed. Well, maybe just my mom and me, but still.

“I don’t care about that shit,” my mom says with a wince from sipping her drink. “She’s a grown woman. She should get dicked down.”

“Mom!”

“Kelly!”

Logan and I both chastise her at once, causing her to roll her eyes and shrug. Her and Uncle Tom begin chatting about something, and I hear the DJ calling out for any karaoke volunteers. I’m not really sure what got into me, mainly because I’venever sang in public before, and honestly, I’m not all that great. What the hell, though, right? I’ll never see any of these other people again.

Grabbing Ty’s hand, I lift my other in the sky, waving wildly as we rush to the stage.

“What the hell are you doing?” Ty laughs like he’s not against it.

I smile at him over my shoulder as I wink. When we get to the stage, I only stumble a step, which isn’t bad considering I feel like my entire body is floating. The DJ sets two microphone stands up as he walks over to us.

“What do you guys want to do?”

Before Ty can respond, I blurt out the first duet song I can think of.

“‘You’re the one I want’ by Olivia Newton-John and John Travolta.”

The DJ blinks like that’s an odd choice, but I don’t care. He walks over to his set up as Ty looks at me wide-eyed.

“I don’t know that song!”

“Oh, come on, you’ve never seenGrease? Seriously?” I ask in disbelief.

He pauses, and I smile. “You have!”

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