Tate’s eyes moved over his face, and Logan could feel his heart beginning to thump hard inside his chest. I’m such a fool for this guy.

“No. I remember. You told me I was a terrible liar.”

“You are,” he agreed, but he shut his mouth when Tate’s other hand came up and caged him in against the wall.

Fuck. This side of Tate, the forceful, take-what-you want side, stroked him in all the right places.

“That may be true, but you know what, Logan? So are you. Why don’t you tell me why you really came out here?”

Logan decided that there wasn’t going to be a better time than right now to try and make his point without sounding like a complete idiot. He lifted both hands and slid them under Tate’s jacket to the middle of his back.

“I needed to—” Logan’s voice left him as Tate lowered his head and his curls brushed the side of his cheek.

“You needed to…” Tate teased right by his ear.

Logan leaned his head back against the wall and lost his train of thought when Tate’s lips sucked on his earlobe.

“What did you need, Logan?”

Right now, he needed to come, but they weren’t discussing that.

“I needed to calm the fuck down.”

Tate raised his head until they were eye to eye. Then Logan watched them widen slightly as if he hadn’t expected him to admit it.

“Because?”

Fine. If he had to admit to his moronic behavior, he was going to do it in a way that hopefully distracted Tate. He shoved away from the wall and turned them slightly, pushing Tate until his back was against the unforgiving surface.

Yes, that’s much better.

Tate put up no resistance as Logan fit his body as close as he could to the one in front of his.

“You’re jealous,” Tate accused softly, but he didn’t stop there. “Not the puff-up-your-chest kind, but the stupid, illogical kind. Am I right?”

God. Just hearing the words made Logan wince. He hated that they were true. They made him vulnerable. So instead of admitting anything, he brought a hand up and took Tate’s chin, holding his face still.

“You make me…”

“Yes?” Tate urged, moving his hips off the wall to bump their lower bodies together.

Logan tilted his head up slightly and touched Tate’s upper lip with his tongue. When Tate opened his mouth, Logan tightened his grip on his chin and turned Tate’s face away. He brought his lips to the side of Tate’s stubbled jaw and gently sank his teeth in.

The guy had him a second away from confessing his very soul right there in the fucking hallway.

“I swear you make me lose my mind. I feel like I’m going crazy.”

“Logan?”

He put his mouth to Tate’s ear. “Yes?”

“I fucking love that.”

The confession ripped away the last vestiges of politeness he had, and Logan removed his hand to grab Tate’s leather-clad ass. He pulled his hips forward as his mouth found the side of his neck. Logan sucked the skin between his teeth and rubbed his erection against Tate’s thigh.

“You have nothing to be jealous of,” Tate tried reassuring him.

Logan was past thinking rationally though, so when he pressed their mouths together, he confessed boldly, “I don’t fucking care. Even the thought of you with someone else during a simple game of Pictionary makes me insane.”

Both of them froze as the words lingered between them, and Logan knew that he’d just given his entire hand away. He’d finally admitted that this thing between them was so much more than sex.

He wanted this night, this moment where everyone knew Tate was with him, to be real—to be the way their life really was. He wasn’t quite sure how Tate would react, but when his lips were taken in a brutal kiss, that was good enough for him.

As Tate’s tongue slid inside his mouth, Logan kneaded the tight ass in his hands. Damn, he wished they were home. He wanted to do exactly what Tate had suggested earlier and peel him out of those pants—with his teeth.

Logan crushed his body against Tate’s and used him to rub against as he continued to taste the tongue twisting around his own. He could feel Tate’s hard-on trapped behind the leather as he ground it against him, and Logan tried his hardest to keep his hands above clothing.

Tate pulled his mouth away, and when his head fell back against the wall, Logan’s fingers dug into the supple leather. He rested his forehead beside him and sighed, “God, what you do to me is unreal. Fuck, Tate.”

“Later. After Pictionary.”

He brought a hand around to Tate’s cock and palmed him. “Fuck Pictionary.”

Tate’s hips thrust against him as he grabbed his shoulders with both hands. “We need to go back inside.”

“In a minute,” Logan protested. “When I’m done.”

As it was, he was nowhere near done—he was busy being distracted.

So distracted that he didn’t hear the elevator, and he sure as fuck didn’t hear the two women who got out on Cole’s floor.

* * *

Tate closed his eyes and tried to think as Logan methodically tore his inhibitions to shreds. He’d had no clue what to expect from tonight, but being introduced as Logan’s boyfriend hadn’t been it. So when it had happened and felt…normal, Tate had let the idea sink in and settle.

This is what it would feel like to be with Logan as a couple.

Tate brought his hands to Logan’s chest and smoothed them over the hard pecs beneath his blue shirt. He felt Logan’s fingers massaging his ass, and Tate couldn’t help clenching it as he undulated his hips harder against the thigh that was now wedged between his own. He grabbed Logan’s waist for a stronger connection, and that was when two female voices met his ears.

“Check it out,” he heard, and he opened his eyes to see a gorgeous blonde woman whack her friend on the arm.

As they walked farther down the hallway, the brunette seemed to realize that she was watching two men. Not only that, but they were in the middle of nearly ripping each other’s clothes off.

“Umm, maybe we should give them a minute.”

Tate doubted a minute would do, especially since Logan hadn’t even noticed that they were being watched yet. He tried to slow Logan down by pushing him away a little, but he was going nowhere. Instead, he traced his tongue up over his Adam’s apple, making him moan.

“Does it really look like a minute is going to end that? In a minute, I'm hoping one is going to get down on his—”

“Shelly!”

Ahh, so this is Shelly and—

Logan finally noticed they had an audience, and Tate almost cursed the fact he’d stopped kissing his neck to face them.

Tate watched the two women come to a stop and had no doubt that the expression on Logan’s face was sexually suggestive. He’d seen that look several times, including one night at After Hours. Logan aroused was hard to fucking resist, and when he aimed that heated stare your way, he might as well be inviting you to join in.

“Sorry, ladies. You know how it is. Once you start, it’s hard to stop.”

Tate remained plastered against the wall, thinking that those words were very fucking accurate as his cock pounded and his heart went insane.

Meanwhile, Logan held a casual conversation.

The brunette seemed almost as mortified as Tate was starting to feel, but the blonde had no issue whatsoever as she pushed past her friend and eyed first Logan and then turned her curious gaze on him.

“You didn’t have to stop. I was more than happy to observe.”

“Oh my God, Shelly. Shut up!”

The blonde looked over her shoulder.

“Please do not pretend you don’t want to see more. I’ve never seen two men together and…just wow.”

Her friend said nothing as Shelly turned back to them both.

“Hi. I’m Shelly, and my embarrassed friend over there is Lena. You must be Logan.”

In true Logan form, he didn’t miss a beat. He took Shelly’s hand, bent down over it, and kissed her fingers.