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Chapter 3
Love’s hands shook so much he could barely unlock the door. The heat coming from the man who stood behind him burned Love’s body. He couldn’t remember being this horny in all his life. He just had Logan. He wanted him again.
Love finally got the door unlocked and pushed open. He rushed into the motel room and turned to face Logan. Love once again felt stunned by the masculine beauty of the man before him. Logan was simply gorgeous.
It wasn’t just his height, which was impressive. It wasn’t even all the thick muscles that covered Logan’s body. Something shined in Logan’s eyes that drew Love like a moth to a flame. He wanted more than anything to explore the sparkle and see what was behind it.
The moment the door closed, Love stepped forward and pressed his body against Logan’s. The smoldering flame he saw in Logan’s eyes as he looked up at him startled Love. No one ever looked at him like that before. It made Love’s toes curl.
“You mentioned etchings?” Logan questioned.
“I lied.” Love rested his hands on Logan’s chest, drawing them down slowly. He could feel each defined muscle under Logan’s shirt. “I just wanted to get you upstairs where there was a flat surface.”
Logan smirked. “Who says we need a flat surface?”
Love let out a strangled yelp as Logan reached down and wrapped his arms under him, lifting Love into the air. Love realized that he was now eye to eye with Logan. He grinned and wrapped his legs around Logan’s waist, squeezing until their bodies pressed together.
“I like this.”
Logan swung Love around and anchored him between the wall and his body. “I like this better,” Logan said before his tongue slid over Love’s lips, licking the corner before delving inside.
Oh yeah, Love could get on board with that. He wiggled as close to Logan as he could get, wrapping his arms around the man’s neck. His hands gently caressed Logan’s neck and upper back even as his lips attacked ferociously.
He couldn’t seem to get enough of Logan. He needed more. He needed naked skin under his hands, pressed against his body. Love pulled at Logan’s shirt until the man got the idea. Laughter filled him as Logan braced him against the wall. A strong leg pushed between his thighs to hold him in place as Logan pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor.
Love wasted no time in following Logan’s example. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed, not caring in the least where it might land. Love’s eyes followed the trail of golden hair from the middle of Logan’s chest muscles down his stomach and abdomen. He groaned in protest when the trail stopped suddenly, the rest hidden under the edge of Logan’s pants.
He reached for the buttons of Logan’s jeans. He felt too overwhelmed, too needy. He needed to draw the process out, make them both wait. He needed to torture Logan. His fingers trembled as he made himself slow down and open Logan’s pants gradually.
“Think we could lose the pants?” Love asked. He meant for Logan to lower him to the floor so they both could remove their pants. He was shocked when he felt Logan’s hands on his ass. A loud ripping noise echoed through the room and cold air rushed across his skin.
“Logan!”
“Want me to stop?”
Love shook his head. It was too late for his pants. He might as well enjoy the ride. Besides, he had other pants. When Logan’s large callused hand wrapped around both of their cocks, Love could have cared less if he never wore pants again. He just wanted the intense pleasure to continue.
Love gripped Logan’s shoulders. His breath panted in and out of him in great rapid heaves. Each stroke of Logan’s hand around his cock was like a strike of lightning through Love’s body.
Love never felt anything like it. Sure, he’d masturbated and had jacked off with other men before, but nothing in his past prepared him for the feelings Logan invoked in him. Love wanted to