He’d probably have me screaming out“I love you” in minutes. I freeze.Holy. Shit.
Desperate to change the subject to something less terrifying, I blurt, “Maybe we should try anal.”
This time Logan’s the one choking on a sip of beer.
“Are you okay?”
He nods and coughs a few more times before setting the glass down. “Not that I have a problem with it, but where the hell did that come from?”
I reach for my water and take a sip. “It’s not like we haven’t been dancing around it. And I thought the answer to anal was always a yes without question or hesitation.”
Logan’s gaze collides with mine. “The answer to sliding into that tight little ass of yours isn’t just a yes, Banner. It’s afuck yes.” Despite the heat in his blue eyes, he’s still studying me as if he’s trying to read between the lines to figure out what prompted my awkward-as-hell subject change.
“That’s a relief because if you weren’t interested, that would be a great sign that you’re ready to move on.”
When Logan raises an eyebrow, I realize I’ve tipped my hand.
“Is that what you’re worried about? That I’m gonna lose interest?”
This time, I’m not the least bit subtle about shoving a forkful of salad into my mouth to prevent me from answering, and he connects the dots.
Logan leans back in his stool and crosses his arms over his broad chest.
“Are you serious? You’re the one who’s worryingI’mgonna lose interest, when I’ve got to compete with the entire borough of Manhattan to keep you here, and I’ve only got my cock and some seasoned fries from Mr. Burger as motivation.”
I lean across the counter. “Your cock is a pretty powerful motivator, though.”
“But what if it isn’t enough?”
I swallow back a little of the fear and meet his stare. “No pun intended, Logan, but you’re the whole package.”
“So are you, Bruce. So are you.”
My heart fills so full, I feel like it might explode. This moment is big, so of course I have to screw it up because I’m terrified of what I might say next.
“That’s a yes to anal tonight?”
Chapter 40
Logan
Ipark in the closest non-handicapped spot to the door of the CVS three towns over because neither Piggly Wiggly nor I have the right kind of lube, and the pharmacy is already closed for the night. This is the only twenty-four-hour place within fifty miles.
We both hop out of my truck, even though I’m sure Banner can do this without me. Still, I’m a gentleman, and I’m not going to make her buy the lube. I meet her on the sidewalk and slide my hand into hers.
She squeezes my fingers. “Do you feel naughty? I haven’t felt naughty about buying lube since I was ... never mind how old I was, but it’s been a long time. Why is this different?”
“Probably because if we see anyone we know, the entire town is going to find out that I’m the luckiest man around.” I pause. “Actually, they already know that, but this would confirm it.”
Banner rolls her eyes at me. “Like we’re going to see anyone I know. Maybe you, but not me.”
“You know almost as many people as I do at this point. When the population is just over two thousand, it doesn’t take long. Besides, you’re the one who felt the need to be social when we were at Brews.”
She doesn’t reply but pulls me along behind her into the store and heads toward the back. I’m scanning faces as we walk. Banner stops at the end of an aisle and reaches out to grab a box. Then she puts it back and grabs a bigger box before looking up at me with a grin.
“We might as well supersize it.”
Shuffling footsteps come from behind us, and I glance over my shoulder to see Mrs. Harris, Emmy’s mom, coming down the vitamin aisle, still dressed in her housecoat and curlers.