Four Letter Word (Love Logic #2) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,1
eyes zeroed in on his lips, so very close to mine.
“Kiss him,” Hudson encourages impatiently, and the gleam of challenge returns to Leo’s eyes.
And then, his lips are on mine, and I forget how to breathe. He’s so much gentler than I would’ve guessed, teasing my mouth gently with his, leading the kiss as I melt into him. His tongue tastes like cherry Twizzlers and Coke when it slips past my lips. I sway toward him and start to feel a telltale tingling between my legs. I pull back from the kiss, gasping as I drag in a deep breath.
Leo looks rather pleased with himself as he steps back, leaving me a bit unsteady on my feet. I look over at Hudson, whose expression is set in a determined, competitive way, and a little tremor of nerves goes through me. I force a smile, hoping neither of them notice the half-chub pressing against the zipper of my jeans, and wave Hudson forward.
“What’s his score?” Hudson asks.
“No scores until I’ve tried you both,” I tease in a flirty tone, doing my best to mask how breathless I am right now.
Unlike Leo, Hudson doesn’t take it slowly. I’m not surprised. I don’t think slow is anywhere in his vocabulary. He comes at me like a hurricane, both of his hands finding their way to my hips as his lips crash into mine. Leo’s kiss was careful and exploratory—it gave me time to savor and process and feel things. But Hudson’s kiss is like being washed away in the rapids; it’s all I can do to keep my head above water and try not to drown. Both certainly have their appeal, if I’m being honest.
He parts my lips with his tongue, licking deep into my mouth, his hands on my hips keeping me firmly in place until he’s finished with me.
When the kiss ends, my half-chub is a full blown erection that there is no hiding. They’re both polite enough to ignore it while I plop down on the couch and surreptitiously slip a pillow across my lap.
“So, who’s the winner?” Hudson demands, both of them standing over me with twin looks of impatience.
“Um…” I shake my head, trying to clear the fog that the kisses left me with. “It was really close; you’re both good.”
“Come on, you have to pick a winner,” Leo insists.
“I guess if I have to pick, maybe Leo was a little better.”
Leo gives a loud whoop and holds his hand out for Hudson to pay him his prize money. Hudson grumbles but hands it over, already clearly plotting their next competition so he can win it back.
My lips tingle with the ghost of both their kisses, my worst fears confirmed. I’m definitely super gay, and I’m definitely in love with both my best friends.
Chapter 1
Present Day
Bishop
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I spare one quick glance in Hudson’s direction, all the way across the bar flirting with a whole table full of guys who are probably just old enough to be in a bar at all.
My heart gives a halfhearted squeeze of jealousy. It’s stupid. Hudson isn’t mine, and he never will be. Just because we hookup sometimes doesn’t mean I have any right to get pissy when he flirts with other guys or takes them home. But my heart seems to have developed an impenetrable shield against all the logic I can possibly hurl at it. It doesn’t matter that Hudson isn’t the only one I desperately dream of a life with; all that matters is that I can’t have him the way I want him.
I know who the text is from before I look at it. My stomach already fluttering, my hands sweaty by the time I click the icon to open it.
Leo: My flight gets in at noon tomorrow. You’ll be there to pick me up, right?
Leo Griffen, the one that got away. Wait, does that apply if he never knew I was in love with him? Does it count if he wasn’t the only one I was in love with?
I look over at Hudson again, and as if he can feel my eyes on him, he looks away from his potential conquest, his gaze boring into me for a few seconds as a million unspoken things bridge the distance between us and settle heavy over my heart.
Tearing my attention away from him, I look back down at my phone to type a reply message.