EXPOSED…

THAT WAS how Tate felt as he lay beneath Logan right then. Cut open and exposed. But as Logan’s gaze roamed over him he welcomed the feeling knowing that Logan was the only person who’d be able to ease his mind tonight.

“Close your eyes,” Logan said, as if he knew exactly what was running through Tate’s mind.

Doing as he was told, Tate shut them, and when Logan’s lips ghosted over the base of his throat, he sucked in a tremulous breath.

“The only things I want you to concentrate on for the rest of the night are my hands, my voice, and the way your body responds to mine. Everything else we can come back to tomorrow. Nod if that works for you.”

Logan’s words were downright hypnotizing, and had Tate’s eyes fluttering open.

“Uh ah.” Logan was hovering so close that his breath teased against Tate’s lips. “I said to close your eyes.”

Tate bit his lip and let his eyelids lower once more, and then Logan repeated his earlier order. “Nod if that works for you.”

Tate nodded.

“Okay. Now put your arms over your head. Fingers under the headboard.”

With his eyes shut and Logan between his legs, Tate obeyed without question. He wanted this. Needed it with every fiber of his being. And as he raised his arms and did as he was instructed, Logan began to move atop him.

Soft lips trailed along his collarbone to the base of his throat, then a gentle flick of Logan’s tongue across his Adam’s apple had Tate’s fingers flexing against the back of the headboard.

He pressed his head into the pillow as Logan began to kiss his way down the center of his chest, and then he gently scraped his teeth over Tate’s left pec. Tate moaned against the sensation, and when the tip of Logan’s tongue circled his nipple, he bowed up from the mattress, wanting to get closer to Logan’s mouth—but he was denied.

The sound of his ragged breathing was the only noise that could be heard in their room as Logan placed a hand on his abs and held him still, his message clear: You’re still struggling… Still thinking too much. Let go…

The physical statement was as tangible as if Logan had said the words out loud. But Tate couldn’t seem to stop himself from moving under him, and just when he was about to open his eyes and beg Logan to put his lips on him, the hot heat of Logan’s mouth was there, cutting off Tate’s pleas as Logan glided a hand down beneath the edge of his briefs.

Tate arched his hips, as Logan moved from between his legs to the side of him, and he couldn’t find it in him to complain this time when Logan’s mouth left him so he could remove the final scrap of fabric from his body.

Now, completely naked and stretched out on their bed, Tate lay with his eyes shut and his arms where he’d been told to put them, and finally felt the stress of the night leave as he gave himself over to whatever Logan felt he needed.

* * *

LOGAN KNELT BY Tate’s feet and took a second to enjoy the gorgeous man sprawled out on their sheets. Tate’s legs were slightly parted and his thighs bunched every now and then as he unintentionally shifted his hips, seeking some kind of contact or physical caress for that beautiful, thick cock that was flushed and fully erect. His torso was all lean and tanned, and his biceps flexed as he gripped the headboard. And it took everything Logan had to climb off the bed to get the lube and remove his own briefs.

When he returned to his spot, kneeling at the end of the mattress, Logan unsnapped the bottle he held, and it was as though the sound had a direct link to Tate’s entire body. He groaned and then he thrust his hips up off the bed, and damn, he was breathtaking.

Logan poured some of the liquid into his palm and stroked his erection as he watched, and as a hum of pleasure left him, Tate heard the sound and widened his legs further, rolling his hips up again.

Logan caught sight of the pre-cum leaving a glistening trail on Tate’s lower abdomen, and worked his length a little faster. It was one of the most sensual sights he’d ever seen. Tate was totally getting off merely by what he was hearing and imagining.

Logan wasn’t touching him. And Tate’s hands still had a firm grip on the base of the headboard. Yet with every grunt and panting breath that left Logan, Tate reacted as though Logan were already inside of him.

“Lick your lips for me,” Logan said, as his gaze locked on to that face he loved. Tate’s eyes were shut, so his lashes kissed the tops of his cheekbones. But with the two-day-old stubble he was sporting and his riot of curls spread all over the pillow, he looked disheveled. And when he swiped his tongue over his lips, Logan knew he was the exact kind of disarray that he wanted to get into.

“Again,” Logan said, and this time when Tate’s tongue came out to glide across that luscious mouth of his, Logan was down over the top of him, replacing Tate’s tongue with his own. He dove into Tate’s mouth like a starving man, and the greedy way Tate sucked on him told Logan that he wasn’t the only one who was hungry.

He wedged himself between Tate’s thighs, and when their hips aligned and their cocks grazed alongside the other, Tate tore his mouth free and craned his head back. With his cheeks flushed Tate looked breathtaking, as he used his hold on the headboard to propel himself up and rub his lower body against Logan’s, and Logan planted a hand on either side of him and started to grind his pelvis over the top of him.

Tate clamped his teeth into his bottom lip, and Logan moved down to his forearms so he could burrow his nose into the crook of his neck. He shut his eyes and tried to calm his thudding heart, and once he got himself under some kind of control, he kissed Tate’s temple and said, “You are so fucking beautiful.”

Tate turned his head on the pillow, and when his eyes lazily opened, the blissful expression swirling in them had Logan connecting their mouths in a kiss he felt in the deepest parts of his soul.

This right here, he thought. This ability he has to make me forget that anything in the world but him exists… That’s why he’s going to be mine.

As Logan pulled away, he trailed his fingers down Tate’s side to his thigh, then slid his palm to the underside of his leg and, without any urging, Tate moved it up and over his hip.

“Yes. Just like that,” Logan said, as Tate brought his hands down now to smooth them along his ribs. Logan then began to slowly rock his hips in a way that had his own control perilously close to the edge from the sheer pleasure the connection brought.

As the undersides of their cocks ground against each other, the groans of desire that filled the room were reverent, as was the steady way they each held the other’s gaze.

Tate’s hands were all over him. His sides. His lower back. His ass. And when his fingers slipped between Logan’s cheeks and pulled him flush against him, Logan leaned down and gently kissed his jaw. “You feel incredible under me. Like a dream.” Tate’s breath caught, and when Logan raised his head, he whispered, “I love you.”

* * *

TATE’S EYES BLURRED on Logan’s face, and he blinked, trying to clear them. He hadn’t spoken since Logan had told him to close his eyes, and as he tried to find his voice now, it was difficult.

“I love you too,” he managed, and noted how raspy and broken it sounded. He’d never been more emotional in his life as he melted under Logan’s touch, and when Logan’s breath washed over him, Tate’s entire body trembled.

There was something going on here tonight. He could sense it in the air. Not only for him, but he could’ve sworn there was something in Logan’s eyes that he’d never seen before.

Or maybe that’s just me projecting, Tate thought. He’d had a long night, and with the careful way Logan was handling him… Is it any wonder I’m falling apart?

Logan was systematically erasing every thought in his head and replacing it with his touch, his voice, his sheer presence—and Tate loved it.

With his legs wrapped around Logan, Tate moved his hands lower and increased the pressure, urging Logan to do more, needing him to. And as if they were of one mind tonight, Logan slipped a hand down between them and wrapped it around their straining shafts, making Tate’s breath leave him in a rush as Logan leisurely stroked the two of them and continued to obliterate him one kiss at a time.

It was all too much. And not nearly enough. But when Logan’s fingers found their way to his back entrance, Tate knew he’d wait for whatever he had in mind, no matter what. He wanted to feel Logan inside him tonight. Wanted to be taken by the man who owned him. Possessed him. Loved him in ways he never imagined possible for one person to love another. So Tate hitched his leg further up Logan’s hip to his waist, opening himself for him, and Logan’s finger was right there pushing inside.

As his eyes fell shut, Tate pushed up off the mattress, wanting to get closer, and then he heard Logan say, “Perfect,” right before his mouth was taken and one finger became two, then three, until Tate was positive Logan was on a mission to destroy any and all ability he had to think. Then, when those skilled fingers vanished and he felt the broad head of Logan’s cock entering him, it was all over.

Tate felt as though he were having some kind of out-of-body experience as Logan’s fingers wove through his hair and began a delicious rhythm that seemed in tune with the beat of their hearts.

Caught up in the maelstrom of passion, Tate wound himself around Logan and held on to him, trusting him to get them through to the other side in one piece. And as he surrendered to the man and the moment completely, anything other than the two of them faded from Tate’s world until all he knew, and needed to know, was Logan.

* * *

AS LOGAN LOST himself to the man unraveling for him, he no longer had any doubt as to why Tate was the one who’d made such a monumental impact on his life.

It was this right here. This connection. This trust Tate was exhibiting in him. It had been there from the very beginning with them. And as Tate’s fingers clutched at his back as though he were the only thing keeping him from flying apart, it made Logan want to be that person for him for the rest of his life.

“Tate,” Logan said, and then groaned at the exquisite way Tate’s body responded to his voice, his narrow channel tightening around his cock.

Logan trailed his fingers across Tate’s brow, pushing his sweaty curls from his forehead, and when Tate opened his eyes, he had the glassy look of someone completely immersed in the ecstasy he was experiencing.

“Time to let go for me, gorgeous.” As the words left Logan’s lips, Tate’s parted and an unsteady breath escaped him.

“That’s it,” Logan said as he began to pick up his pace. He ran the back of his fingers down the side of Tate’s cheek, before he reached between them and started to stroke Tate’s erection again.

With their eyes locked, Logan marveled at every nuance, every flicker of emotion pulling at Tate, and when a lone tear fell from those beautiful brown eyes to roll down his cheek, Logan pressed a kiss to it. “It’s okay. Let go.”

“Logan…” Tate said as though he were in a daze, and it was so faint that Logan barely caught it as Tate crossed his arms over his back and held on as he thrust his hips up off the bed and moaned.

The intimacy of the moment, the night, was something Logan didn’t want to ever end, as the two of them lost themselves in the rapture of a union that was more powerful than they’d ever experienced before.