"You from the area?"

I glanced up from my glass of bourbon and looked at the bartender. Terri, I think she said her name was.

"Sorry?" My mind had been jumbled most of the day today and I didn't hear what she asked me.

She smiled as she made a drink for another customer. "I asked if you were from around here."

She handed the drink to the customer and then wiped the bar with a rag. "Two types of people come through here. Regulars and people passing through." She came and leaned against the bar in front of me. "Which is it?"

I returned her smile and drank the last of my bourbon. "If you don't recognize me, doesn't the question answer itself?"

She chuckled and crossed her arms over her chest. "Not necessarily. We have people move into the area who become regulars."

Well, that was true. Now I felt like an ass. "Sorry. I'm from the city. I'm here visiting a friend."

"Where's your friend?"

Damn. Was this woman a reporter or something?

"He's busy with some important family stuff today."

I was kind of bummed when Logan told me I wasn't going to be able to see him at all today. He had that brunch with his fiancee and Wyatt and then he said he was hanging out with them tonight.

I couldn't really get mad at him for it. I knew when I agreed to stay in town that I wasn't going to be able to see him all that much. For Christ's sake, the man was planning his wedding. 

Yep. As I sat here this very moment, he was planning out the day he was going to vow to spend the rest of his life with one woman forever. A woman he was going to be having continuous sex with.

There was a pit in my stomach when I thought about that fact. It was bad enough that he and I messed around when we we're with other people, but what was going to happen when he got married? We couldn't keep doing this shit.

I tapped my empty glass, letting her know I wanted more Maker's Mark. If I thought she would, I would tell her to leave the damn bottle.

Terri poured me another one and sat it in front of me. "Something serious?"

I downed the whole glass. It burned the back of my throat and I coughed a little into my hand. "Yeah, I guess. He's getting married."

Terri leaned forward and lowered her voice. "Does he know how you feel?"

Panic tightened my chest like a fist. "I don't know what you mean."

"Hey, Terri!" a customer called from the other side of the bar. "Can I order some food?"

"Be right there!" she called back.

She poured another glass of bourbon and gave me a small smile. "This one's on me."

When she disappeared from my line of sight, I stared at the glass in front of me. What the hell did she mean? Did I say something to imply that I had feelings for Logan?

Fuck. I couldn't think about this shit right now. I threw back the drink she made me and put some cash on the bar. When I got up and turned to leave, I froze.

Logan. Logan was here. I glanced around the bar and that's when I saw Wyatt. Dammit. That meant the woman he was dancing and laughing with was his fiancee. Her back was to me, so I couldn't see her face. But I could see Logan's face as he smiled at her.

I felt like I was going to be sick.

As if he sensed my presence, he looked up and met my stare. Yeah. I needed to get the fuck out of here. I saw an exit sign in the back and ran for it.

I needed air. I felt like if I didn't get outside of this bar fast enough, I was going to pass out from lack of oxygen.

I pushed open the back door and stepped out into the darkness. I looked around and there was barely any light out here. There was one street light off in the distance that was above a dumpster, but that was it.

I took a few steps to my right and leaned against the brick wall behind me. I bent forward, resting my hands on my knees as I tried to catch my breath.

Logan told me he was spending the evening with his brother and his fiancee, but I had no idea he was going to be here. I figured they were going to dinner or something. Seeing them together was a lot harder than I thought. From where I was standing, I couldn't see your face. But I saw Logan's. And I knew he saw me.

I faintly heard the the back door of the bar open along with the sound of footsteps coming towards me. I didn't need to turn my head to know it was Logan. He came and stood in front of me—him breathing just as heavy as mine.

"Grant, I'm sorry that—"

I tried to keep my voice calm and steady. "You have nothing to apologize for, Logan."

His brows dropped into a deep V. "Yes, I do. What you saw in there—"

"Was you dancing with your future wife," I said, interrupting him. "Like I said, you have nothing to apologize for."

I sighed heavily. "I'm not mad at you, Logan. Just...seeing the two of you was...hard."

"I'm sorry," he repeated quietly.

I glanced away. "I should probably go back to the city."

"I don't want you to leave."

I didn't want to leave either. But I didn't want to feel like this. I knew that if I stayed, it was just going to hurt more when I left.

I felt Logan's hands on my shoulders. When I still didn't make eye contact, he slid them up and cupped my face.

"Stay," he begged quietly.

My eyes met his. "This isn't going to be good for either of us. It's better if I leave now."

Logan's eyes dropped to my lips. The next three words out of his mouth was what did it for me.

"I need you."

He kissed me with a fierce desperation. I pulled his body against mine and he deepened the kiss—his tongue tangling with mine. I couldn't believe this was happening. With his brother and fiancee right inside, the risk someone stumbling upon us was even higher.

When I felt Logan's hands unbutton and unzip my jeans, I ripped away from his kiss. "We can't here," I said raggedly.

"Shut up, Grant," he demanded before pushing down my boxers just enough to free my throbbing erection.

Logan dropped to his knees and wrapped his lips around the head of my dick. Unable to speak, I leaned back agaisnt the wall behind me and my hips jerked forward of their own free will. Logan didn't seem to mind.

"Fuck. Logan—Logan, not here." We've messed around plenty over the years; but nothing like his. Nothing this public. 

But he didn't stop. Instead, he took me deeper into his mouth. I knew better than to look down and watch as Logan sucked me off. It had been so long since we did any kind of fucking that I would have came instantly at the sight.

I gritted my teeth and buried my hand in his hair when he wrapped his hand around the base and continued to take greedy pulls.

"Logan...shit. Don't stop. Don't fucking stop."

I was getting close. I could feel it. At this point, I was lost to him. Lost to the velvety warmth of his mouth. Lost to pleasure that only Logan seemed to give me.

I fisted my hand in his hair when he moaned around my dick. That's what pushed me over the edge.

His name slipped past my lips on a rough groan as my release shot into his throat. Once he knew I was spent, he stood in front of me and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. 

"Fuck, Logan." My chest rose and fell as I tried to catch my breath. "Usually I'm the one who takes charge like that." I fixed my boxers and jeans before we both got in trouble.

A corner of his mouth lifted in a wry grin and he reached out to cup the right side of my face. "Don't leave, Grant. Please."

I knew I suggested that leaving was probably the best option, but deep down I couldn't deny the truth. I wasn't fucking going anywhere. 

"I know I'm busy tomorrow with stuff, but Sunday I don't have anything planned. We can talk." Logan laughed before he added, "And we can have a real meal." 

"Promise?" I asked, just like the first time we were outside this bar. 

Logan's gaze was sincere. "I promise." 

"Okay," I whispered. "I'll stay." 

Logan leaned forward and gently placed his lips against mine. The kiss was soft and it caused goosebumps to rise on my skin. But it was quick. Too quick. 

He pulled away. "I have to get back inside. Text me later?"

I nodded and straightened the collar of his jacket. "Yeah, I will." 

Logan turned and headed towards the door that we came out of. He pulled it open and paused before going inside. He glanced at me one last time before he stepped back into the bar. 

My eyelids slid shut and I leaned my head back against the wall of the bar. Holy fucking shit. 

I ran my hands over my face. "What the hell am I doing?" 

I was usually pretty level headed when it came to—whatever this was between us. But this time was different. Everything seemed different; and that's what scared me.