Page 9 of Necessary Roughness
“So, not a time traveler,” Logan whispered. “Which leaves drug dealer.” He squinted suspiciously at me.
I leaned over and touched his arm while laughing. “Wow. This is like touching a brick wall.”
Grinning, Logan flexed his bicep. “How about now?”
“Wow,” I said, allowing my fingers to trace the muscle down to his elbow.
Knox sipped more of his beer, and Logan unflexed his arm. It felt like we were reaching a point where they could disengage from me if they wanted.
But I didn’t want to give them the chance. I was feeling liberated enough to push a little more. To be as up-front with them as possible.
Do it, Sloane,I chided myself.The worst they can say is no.
“Listen,” I said. “I’ll get right to the point. I just got out of a long relationship. I’m not looking for anything special. I just want to have some meaningless sex. No, actually, let me be more accurate. Tonight, I just want to getfucked.”
I let the word hang in the air while downing the rest of my beer. It was too late to turn back now.
“I’m going to go get a refill,” I said, shaking my cup. “While I’m gone, figure out which of you is interested in going home with me.” I batted my eyelashes from one tall man to the other. “And if you can’t decide? Then I’ll try to think of a tiebreaker.”
Before I could change my mind, I slid between both of them—dragging my ass against Logan, and my chest against Knox—and headed deeper into the party.
4
Logan
Hell.
Fucking.
Yeah.
I hadn’t expected to meet a girl like Sloane tonight. Someone who was friendly and forward, and yet had no idea we were on the football team.
It was a refreshing change from being bombarded with fangirls whenever we went out to a party.
While chatting with Sloane, I noticed other women at the party casually watching us. Like goddamn sharks circling prey, waiting to see if Sloane would strike out before making their own attack. Most of them were sorority girls, dressed up like they were going to the Kentucky Derby rather than a Thursday night house party.
That was the thing about Sloane: she was every bit as hot as those other girls without trying. Jeans, a casual top, and comfortable sneakers rather than heels. Her beauty was effortless, which made her so much more attractive than all the preening sorority sisters.
And when she bluntly told us that she just wanted to get laid tonight?
I had never been more turned on in my life.
Women were never this straightforward. If that kind of proposition had come from one of the sundress-wearing women, I would’ve been immediately suspicious. But I could tell Sloane was just being honest.
Fuck, it was refreshing.
Especially when she ground her ass against my crotch while leaving to get a refill.
Knox and I both stared after her until her blonde hair disappeared among the crowd.
“I like her,” I immediately said.
“So do I.” Knox slowly turned to face me.
Shit. We had a problem.
“She hit on me first,” Knox said.
