Chapter 2

After what felt like forever, we finally exited the tunnel.

Harper winked at me playfully.

"Sienna, hungry? Why don't we pull over at the diner up ahead so you can grab some takeout for the three of us?"

Seeing the massive tent pitching between Logan's legs, I instantly knew what they wanted to do.

"Sure," I replied hastily.

The second I stepped out and shut the door, Harper's muffled moans drifted from the tinted windows.

To give them some privacy, I ate my own meal inside the diner before heading back.

When I peered through the window, Harper was still riding on top of him.

They were so lost in each other that neither noticed me standing outside.

I stepped back instinctively, but my eyes couldn't look away from the window.

Watching the raw, dirty rhythm inside, my jaw parted in shock.

I didn't even know that position was physically possible...

My body went completely weak. Leaning against the hood, I unconsciously pressed my thighs together, rubbing to their beat.

About fifteen minutes later, the movement inside finally stopped.

I hurried to open the car door to hand them their food.

My boot slipped on the pavement, and the takeout bags tumbled right onto the front driver's seat.

Before I could hit the ground, a pair of strong, muscular arms caught me around the waist.

I tilted my head back and found myself staring straight at the outline in his pants, heavy and unmistakable.

Blood rushed to my cheeks.

Harper chimed in from behind, "It's fine, Logan can clean the seat in a minute. Come sit in the back with us and relax. We're almost there anyway."

"What?" My heart skipped a beat, but the memory of that thick outline sparked a shameful anticipation deep inside me.

Harper slid closer, a faint musky scent clinging to the air around her.

"The back seats fold down flat into a giant bed. It's huge. There's plenty of room for all three of us."

Looking at the spilled grease on the driver's seat, I bit my lip. "Okay, fine."

I tried to squeeze against the door next to Harper, but she claimed both she and Logan ran too warm and insisted I lay in the middle.

I had no choice but to give in.

Logan was broad-shouldered and heavily muscled.

Once the three of us lay down, I realized just how cramped the middle truly was.

My back was facing Logan. Every time the car shifted on the bumpy backroad, his hard chest pressed firmly against my spine.

That raw friction sent a molten heat straight through my virgin body.

I had spent years buried in my career, never having time for a boyfriend. I had never been this close to a grown man before.

Exhausted from her earlier workout, Harper drifted off to sleep almost immediately.

Logan, on the other hand, was still awake, scrolling through his phone.

With Harper asleep, the silence grew suffocating.

Trapped in the middle, I couldn't move an inch.

My body began to burn up from the inside out, my skin on fire.

Lying on my side became unbearable, so I flipped over—putting myself face-to-face with Logan.

Because he was so tall, my face ended up level with his chiseled pecs.

In the next breath, something scorching hot and rock-hard poked straight against my lower belly.

Could that be...