I waited.
The seeds were dropped.
Sebastian’s nostrils flared. “You mean to tell me that you came here just to out these guys?”
“No.” I shook my head.
“What?”
“No, I didn’t come here to do that.” I grinned at him. “I came here to start a fight, to be honest, but, uh…” I skimmed over his brothers. “I’m severely outnumbered, and you know, I’ve got some smarts up here.” I pretended to knock on my head.
“Logan,” Blaze hissed behind me.
A small amount of disappointment flared in me. The guy was calling me by my first name. Last names, Blaze. Last names is how you do it. I’d share that golden nugget of dumbassness with him later. First, I needed to start with what was my original intent.
I needed to start a damn fight.
Ignoring Blaze, I held my arms out. The beer was firmly held in one of my hands. “Thank you for your hospitality, Sebastian, but I should get going.”
His eyes narrowed to slits. He started forward. They weren’t going to let me leave in peace, but that was what I hoped.
And I turned, as if I were leaving. Then I saw what I was waiting for—Blaze’s head snapped to the right. I felt Sebastian closing the distance between us, and I dropped down. His arm went over my head. I caught it with my arm. I jerked him forward and smashed my beer can on his forehead.
The fight was on.
A slammed door was my only warning for the impending arrival. Mason would be through my door in two seconds, and he wouldn’t care that it was locked. He’d kick it down or pick the lock. I sat up and held the girl still on top of me. I pulled her hips down and thrust up one last time. Yep, there it was. My climax came, and holy shit, it was a good one. It was still rippling through me.
I used that last second to enjoy it. My door burst open just as I finished, and I collapsed back on my bed.
The redhead yelled, diving for the bed sheets beside me, and covered herself.
Neither Mason nor I paid her attention. Instead, I was locked in a heated stare with my brother.
One of my eyebrows lifted. “Yes?”
He scowled at me. “What did you do last night?”
“What you couldn’t do.”
He knew what I meant and gave me the middle finger. “Fuck you, Logan.” He turned to go.
I hopped out of bed, but the girl cried out in protest.
Pressing a quick kiss to her lips, I patted her on the hip. “I gotta take care of this. Be a nice little lay, and get dressed.”
“You’re an asshole,” she seethed.
I grabbed some pants, and I paused as I considered it. I was. I shrugged. “I’m not trying to be a dick here, but I picked you up at a party where I’d started the entire brawl. What did you expect?”
She sat upright, her entire face flaming in red. “Do you even know my name?”
No apologies here. “One, you never told me last night. Two, I never asked. I don’t know what you expected when my exact words were, ‘Do you want to go to my place to fuck?’”
She sucked in a breath and her lips pinched together.
With a shirt in hand, I started for the door. I needed to smooth this over with Mason, but the chick was becoming more of a problem than I’d thought she’d be. I paused in the doorway. “We fucked. You stayed the rest of the night, and we fucked again. Both times were good, even though I’m sorry I couldn’t help you finish this morning.” I nodded toward the hallway. “I’d thought I’d have more time before he exploded in here.”
“Whatever.” She scooted to the edge of the bed and began searching for her clothes.
I waited as she furiously dressed. The jeans were pulled up. The zipper and button were left undone as she reached for her bra and her shirt. She drove here, following Nate and me in the car, so that I wouldn’t have to get a cab for her. She took her keys and brushed past me. I sucked in my breath, evading her elbow at the last second, and she cursed at me.
I followed her down the stairs.
She opened the front door and whirled around to face me. “You—” she sputtered. The redness traveled to her forehead and spread down her neck. She couldn’t talk. She was so angry.
She was hot.
Her tits strained against her shirt. Her jeans slunk down to showcase her hip bones. She wasn’t skinny. She had a nice amount of meat on her, enough where I could be a little rougher than normal, and she screamed for it last time.
Shit.
I knew I’d want another go with her.
When I laid my hand on her arm, her body tensed under my touch. She was getting ready to blast me, so I said softly, “I’m not trying to be a dick. I just need to make things right with my brother before his game today.”
She relaxed instantly and shook her head, rolling her eyes. “My god.”
“See?” I smirked at her, running my hand up her arm and curling it around her shoulder. I moved around her head. I cupped the back of her neck. “You don’t know my name either. I’m Logan, not God.”