Chapter 3

I swallowed hard, desperately fighting the electricity shooting through my core as I tried to pull back.

A low, guttural groan rumbled in Logan's chest above me. That raw, masculine sound made my ears burn instantly.

"Sorry..." I whispered nervously, clearing my throat and glancing behind me. Harper was out cold.

I looked up. Logan's face was flushed dark as he shook his head. "Don't worry about it. It's too tight back here. I'll slide over a bit."

He shifted his hips, and that solid rod brushed deliberately along the inside of my bare thigh.

My throat went dry as a wave of heat pooled between my legs.

The size of it... it felt unreal.

I clamped my thighs together just to keep myself from whimpering.

Just when I thought I had created a safe inch between us, Harper tossed in her sleep, bumping right into my back.

The jolt sent me sliding straight into Logan's lap.

Before I could stop myself, my entire rear sank down against his thighs. I shifted involuntarily.

My God.

My skirt had ridden up, bunching around my waist.

His large hand landed on my hip, his breath ragged and heavy against my neck.

Another shift in our weight, and I couldn't hold it back anymore—my hips collided with his, pulling a soft, needy whimper from my lips.

Luckily, a passing semi blared its horn on the road just then, drowning out my sound.

Face burning, I looked over my shoulder at Logan. He was licking his lips, his eyes dark with raw lust.

"The roads are... really bumpy tonight," I muttered, mortified.

I squirmed closer toward Harper, pretending not to notice Logan's hard length pressing flush against my lower back.

My clothes were clinging to me, damp with sweat.

The musky, manly scent of his skin filled my senses, sending my pulse through the roof.

I bit down hard on my lip. To escape the suffocating tension, I squeezed my eyes shut and pretended to sleep.

Yet even with my eyes closed, the fire inside me only burned hotter.

I couldn't stop the dirty images from flashing across my mind.

Harper wasn't exaggerating. That thing was literally as thick as an arm.

Hours passed. Outside, the night grew pitch black. The parking area we pulled into was completely deserted.

It was just the three of us.

Harper stirred briefly, took a sip of water, and crashed right back to sleep.

I thought about getting out to stretch my legs, but distant shouts and sirens echoed from the dark stretch of highway.

Hesitating, I stayed put.

I was left lying trapped between them again.

Logan was facing me now. In the faint glow of the dashboard lights, I could see the dark flush on his rugged face.

He was still staring down at his phone.

Glancing at the reflection on the glass, my eyes widened in shock—he was watching hardcore porn!

Shame and excitement exploded through me at once. I quickly turned my head away.

Yet my body ignited like gasoline.

To keep my cover, I kept playing asleep. But seconds later, Harper tossed again, shoving me hard.

I bit my lip to keep from crying out as my heart battered against my ribs.

Harper's arm nudged me straight into Logan's broad chest.

Logan let out a raspy, low grunt.

My breasts squished flat against his hard pectorals.

In a panic, my hand grabbed blindly—landing straight over the bulge in his pants. Too terrified to open my eyes, I kept them tightly shut, feigning deep sleep.

Behind me, Harper's breathing remained slow and rhythmic. She was completely dead to the world.

I remained frozen in his arms.

What I didn't expect was Logan's heavy hand sliding slowly over my shirt, cupping my breast.