9. Logan

9

LOGAN

O h, fuck me, that definitely should not have sounded so hot. We were talking about snow angels for god’s sake. But when I stubbornly made no progress toward a snow angel, Josh rolled abruptly on top of me, thighs cinching my ribcage. The air in my lungs left in a rush all over again, but this time for a completely different reason. His weight on top of me was so solid, firm and sure, and… oh god , I was going to pop a boner. I wriggled beneath him trying to get free, or at least reposition so he couldn’t feel my burgeoning erection.

“Fuck you, Josh, let me go.” I bucked my hips, then immediately regretted it. It didn’t help the impending boner at all.

“Snow. Angel.” Josh reached to either side of me, seizing my wrists and dragging my arms up and down in the snow as I shifted gears from trying to prevent a boner to trying not to come. Okay, maybe that was hyperbole, but the way he had me pinned was killing me. I couldn’t help but imagine that same tight hold on my cock.

After a few more up and down drags of my arms, Josh let me go, breath coming hard as he rested his hands on his thighs. The chill of the snow beneath me seeped into my back, juxtaposed against the immense heat of him pressing against my groin.

He aimed a wild, flushed-cheek grin down on me that melted the chill running up my spine. “Was that so hard?”

I was so, so hard, but I shook my head dazedly and then, before I could register what I was doing, shot a hand up and grabbed him by the collar, yanking his mouth to mine.

Our lips crashed violently together, teeth clacking and then… then everything mellowed. Like the heat radiating through me, the kiss itself melted between us into slow, liquid warmth as his mouth moved over mine, his tongue caressing the tip of mine and then delving inside. Sensual and focused, not at all like the raucous mess we’d been moments ago. I let out an embarrassingly loud groan as the erotic strength of that kiss permeated my body, saturated my balls, and made my dick strain against the fly of my jeans.

It lasted ten impossibly long, impossibly blissful seconds, and then Josh tore his mouth away and stared down at me intently, the confusion in his eyes unmistakable.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

I shook my head. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” I flailed in the snow trying to get upright. I’d ruined everything. “It’s not you, it’s the snow, and the atmosphere and…” I gestured again. “Sorry.”

Josh stared at me for a moment longer, brows flickering together before he exhaled a light chuckle. “Okay. Great. Just what I wanted to hear.”

He slid off of me, the cold air immediately rushing to fill the space he’d occupied and leaving me with a hollow sense of regret. Picking up his backpack, he stood, extending his hand, and I yanked myself upright, dusting snow off of my jacket once I was standing.

I didn’t know what to say, and Josh was still looking at me funny.

He stared at me a beat longer, then hitched his backpack higher on his shoulder. “Okay, so I guess I’ll see you next week. Bye.”

He turned and started walking off, leaving me wondering if he was still as confused as I was or if he just wanted to get away. I glanced down at my snow angel, and then his. His looked like a pterodactyl.

“Hey!” I called out after him, and he stopped, but didn’t turn around. Maybe thinking he was going to be pelted with a snowball? I wasn’t sure. “There’s a fireplace at my house. I mean, it’s not my house, but the one I live in with a bunch of roomies? There are fireplaces there,” I babbled. “One in the living room and—” God, I needed to remember to breathe. I didn’t even know what I was doing inviting him back to my house. I just knew that I needed more time to figure out the awkwardness between us and somehow make things copacetic again.

Josh turned around slowly, brows climbing his forehead.

“I just mean that… well, you said you missed fireplaces and there’s one that works at my place. It’s gas log,” I added, not sure if that was better or worse.

After a couple of seconds that lasted an eon, his expression shifted to one of consideration before he nodded. “All right.”

Relief flooded through me. I could light the fire in the living room. Then we could have a drink and figure out how to get back to status quo.

“Lead the way,” he said, as I fell in step beside him, and we started across the quad enveloped in the most painful silence I’d ever endured in my life. But at least he’d accepted my offer.

The second we stepped inside the house, it became apparent that whatever snow-globe-quaint scene I’d been envisioning for us involving lounging by the fireplace together and finding our way back to friendly banter wasn’t going to happen. I should’ve guessed. Four of my roommates were crowded around the TV above the fireplace, yelling at the game onscreen. Had to love football season.

We barely warranted a glance as we stepped inside, though I introduced Josh and we were offered space on the couch. Josh glanced at me, seemingly waiting for permission. I didn’t want to sit on the couch and watch a game, but I hedged before asking, “Want to hang in my room? We can grab a beer from the fridge. Warm up?”

Logan Jenkins, suave skills: 0

Josh did his brow arch thing again and shrugged. “Okay, sure.”

I grabbed us both a beer from the fridge and then led us up the stairs with absolutely zero fucking clue what to do next and an impending sense of panic over the hot lacrosse player trailing behind me that I had absolutely no business being in the company of after what I’d just done.