She murmured, her lips moving against mine, “What’s that for?”
“It’s nice knowing that you’ll not be driving three hours back to Fallen Crest.” My hand slid inside her shirt, rubbing over her hip bone.
She tilted her head back. “You’re telling me.” Her hand started its own exploration, moving up my arm, slipping underneath my sleeve, and spreading over my shoulder.
I wanted to close my eyes and let her feel anything she wanted, but the roommate and the brother—I groaned. “I’m picking you up later this afternoon.”
A husky laugh slid from her, and she pressed her lips back to mine. “Sounds like a solid plan.”
Her hand fell down between us. I knew where she was going, and I adjusted my back so that the roommate couldn’t see anything. As soon as I did, Sam’s hand found where I was straining against my jeans. She added, “Like I said, solid.”
“That’s not fair.” I couldn’t touch her where I wanted.
Her grin grew wider. She was enjoying this little torture session.
Goddamn. I wanted to take her hard. Leaning closer, I whispered into her ear, my teeth grazing her earlobe, “You’re starting something—”
She stopped me by pressing a hand to my chest, and then she finished for me, “That I am going to thoroughly enjoy.”
“Later.”
“Later.”
“Thanks for letting me know,” Logan said from behind me. “From the hallway. From where a bunch of other strangers are. We all know when my brother’s getting his boys rocked, but do we know where? Tsk-tsk, Mason. You need to share this information. I need to know where to set up the sex-tape equipment.”
Sam pulled herself from my arms and her hand was up before I could hold her back. Her finger was pointing, and she was in his face. “You don’t even joke about that, Logan. You’d never do that. Say it. Right now.”
He held up his hands, taking an exaggerated step backward. “I was just kidding. The two of you were all over each other.” His hand rested on his chest where his heart was. “Show some consideration for us newly single people.”
Sam’s roommate moved next to me, watching the exchange.
Logan caught sight of her. A smirk appeared. “Because I am. I’m newly single and hurting. Painfully. I’m lonely.”
Sam rolled her eyes. “You broke up six months ago.”
“Three months ago.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You hooked up three months ago.”
“Well,” Logan’s eyebrows pinched together, “technically, we last hooked up three days ago, but I’m counting three months ago. We had a weekend fling, so the old relationship wounds were reopened.” The sides of his mouth curved down, and his eyes grew somber as he looked to Sam’s roommate. “Sometimes, I just need to talk. It’s more about the talking, the emotional connection.”
Sam hit him on the back of his head. “You’re a man-whore.”
Logan ignored her. “Or even just holding hands. That gentle small touch can be so intimate, you know?”
Sam started to shove him down the hallway. “Go. Get out of here. Stop trying to get into the model’s pants.”
Logan twisted around her, looking at the roommate. “Model?”
Sam paused. “Huh?”
“You said model. Your roommate’s a model?”
She looked at me for confirmation.
“You did.”
Her eyes closed, and her head fell back. “Now, there’s no stopping him. What did I do?”
The roommate started laughing.
I glanced sideways at her. “You might want to make up a boyfriend. It’s the only thing my brother will respect unless you enjoy getting hit on every time you see him.”
“Yeah,” Logan said over Sam as she was herding him down the hallway. “Right there. I don’t mean to brag, but I’m kinda a big deal. I don’t usually have to hit on girls, but for you, any day. You want a pick-up line? Give me a call. Give me an order, and I’ll supply it real fast. I’m like a fast-food joint. Need a self-esteem boost? Give me a call. Want to get something rubbed?” He winked. “Give me a call. I don’t offer these services to just anyone.”
Sam had him by the stairs. “Stop hitting on my roommate. I swear, Logan. Stop.”
Logan turned his attention from the girl to Sam, and his stance changed. His shoulders tensed up. His eyes focused in attention, and the corners of his mouth tightened. The mischievous side of my brother was coming out. I shook my head, heading toward them.
“Hey, Sam.” Logan waited. His smirk was too much now.
“What?” She stepped back, instinctually coming toward me as I grew near.
“Wanna switch places? You can have my room, and I’ll have yours?” His gaze darted past her shoulder to the roommate.