Logan collapsed on top of her, his breaths harsh and ragged in her ear. She held him tightly. Though he was still buried inside of her, she wanted him closer. So close that they ceased existing as separate entities. A part of her wished they could remain like this—naked in each other’s arms—for eternity. Damn her fool heart anyway. That wasn’t how this worked and she knew it. But he let her hold him as if he instinctively knew that if she didn’t hold him against her, she’d completely fall apart.

When his breathing stilled, Logan lifted his head and grinned down at her. “That was fun.”

Fun? Well, she supposed it had been fun. It wouldn’t have been the first word she’d use to describe it.

“I want a beer,” he said. “Do you want one?”

She wasn’t much of a drinker, but less than half an hour ago she’d been a virgin, so why not? “Sure,” she said.

He pulled out and climbed to his feet. He moved his hand to remove the condom and froze. He had blood—Toni’s blood—all over him.

“Are you on your period? I wish you would have told me. We could have at least covered the sofa with a towel.”

She should have just continued with her string of lies and gone with yes, I’m on my period, I’m menstruating like a son of a bitch today, but instead she shook her head, fighting the ridiculous tears that were suddenly stinging her eyes. “No, that’s not it.”

Logan’s face twisted with horror. “You’re a virgin?” It was more an accusation than a question.

“Was,” she whispered.

The man should start a new Olympic sport—speed dressing. He’d definitely win the gold. Before she could even apologize for misleading him, he was gone.

Toni rolled onto her side and curled her body into a little ball. What was done was done. She wasn’t going to let herself cry over this. Much.

Four

Logan darted into the bathroom and scrubbed the traces of Toni’s blood from his body. A virgin? How could she possibly have been a virgin? She was at least twenty-five. Gorgeous women in their midtwenties with huge tits were not virgins. He was sure of it.

He’d seen the signs, though. So easily believed her lies when she told him her skittishness was an act. Hell, those actions had turned him on and made his dick so hard he could have used it to mine for diamonds. He couldn’t deny it.

“Fuck,” he growled under his breath.

Now what was he supposed to do? Toni was supposed to tour with them for a month. He wouldn’t even be able to look her in the eye. Those big, innocent eyes. His cock stirred just thinking about the way she looked at him with those sweet, trusting eyes.

“Absolutely not,” he said to his crotch. “None of that. That pussy is off limits.”

At the thought of being buried in Toni’s oh-so-tight pussy, his cock twitched with renewed interest. He groaned. This was so not good. He was terrible at telling his cock to behave itself. Didn’t matter how much the little head got him into trouble, it ruled him and he knew it. He’d just have to find himself some nice substitute pussy to distract the little head from that sweet virgin he’d just defiled.

Beer. He needed beer. He dried himself with a towel. All traces of her blood were now gone, but he could still smell the scent of her body on his skin. He considered taking a shower, but he liked that reminder of her. And he wasn’t going to delve into the reasons why. He should probably be angry with her for misleading him, but in actuality he felt like a total douche for taking advantage of her.

Outwardly decent but inwardly cringing, he left the bathroom and headed to the refrigerator. He paused at the refrigerator door, his hand on the handle, and stared at the sliding doors that he’d closed as he fled the back lounge. He wondered if she was okay. Maybe he should check on her. Nah, she probably preferred some time to herself. Or maybe he was a freaking coward. Beer would help remedy that malady.

“An hour,” Steve said. “You beat your own predicted time.”

It took Logan a moment to realize he was talking about how Logan had bet that he’d get into Toni’s panties within three hours. If he’d known then what he knew now . . . Had to play it up for the guys, though. He had a reputation to uphold. A reputation that currently made him sick to his stomach.

He twisted the cap off a bottle of beer and took a long swallow before locating his wry grin and plastering it to his face. “I told you nice girls were easy.”

“You do realize we have to maintain a working relationship with her,” Max said. “Sleeping with her wasn’t your brightest idea.”

That was an understatement. Logan perched sideways on the sofa arm, resting his feet on the cushion, and took another swig of beer and another and another until the bottle was inexplicably empty. His gaze landed on Toni’s gym bag, which was sitting on the floor near the sofa. He turned his head to see if she had emerged from the lounge, but the door was still shut. He wasn’t sure how to proceed. Should he talk to her? Avoid her? How was he supposed to avoid her for a month? Why did his little head make him do such idiotic things?

A bare foot in the center of his chest shoved him backward. He managed to catch himself before he fell on the floor. “What the fuck?” he shouted at Steve, who was attached to the bare foot.

“You don’t look like a guy who just got laid. You look like a guy who committed a hanging offense.”

Logan scoffed. “Whatever. It just wasn’t that good.” Which was a total lie—he couldn’t remember a time that he’d enjoyed as much—but how else could he explain his sour mood?

The gym bag near the sofa shifted. He cringed at the sound of dainty feet retreating to the back of the bus. The quiet latching of the bathroom door was like a stake through his heart.

One eye squeezed shut, Logan asked, “Did she hear what I said? About it not being that good?”

All three of his friends looked at the ceiling and nodded. Logan rubbed his forehead with one hand. He hadn’t thought it was possible to fuck up this situation any more than he already had. He had thought wrong. With a heavy sigh he climbed to his feet and tossed the empty beer bottle into the bin under the sink.

“I’m going to bed.”

“Don’t you think you should apologize to her?” Dare asked.

Probably. He had no idea what to say.

“Fuck it, I’m tired.”

He stripped down to his boxers and climbed into his bunk. He jerked his curtain closed and stared up at the bottom of Steve’s empty bunk. He contemplated turning on the small television that was installed overhead, but then the guys would know he wasn’t in his bunk because he was tired, he was in his bunk avoiding Toni. She had to come out of the bathroom eventually.

When he heard her soft voice a few minutes later, his heart rate accelerated.

“Do you have any hydrogen peroxide?” she asked.

“Are you injured?” Dare asked. The concern in his voice made Logan’s stomach clench. He better not fucking touch her.

“No, I-I need it to get bloo—um . . . a stain out of something.”

Logan’s ears strained for sound. Rummaging in the bathroom. A relieved sigh from Toni.

“Thanks,” she said.

The lounge doors slid shut. Had Dare followed her in there? Logan knew how Dare comforted women. It started out all tender and caring and ended up with the women on their backs and him pounding them. The fucker.

Dare jerked open the curtain of Logan’s bunk. He punched him hard in the shoulder, shook his head in disgust, and then yanked the curtain closed again. Logan rubbed his aching deltoid. Yeah, he had totally deserved that. He was sure Dare had put two and two together. Max and Steve were probably oblivious, but Dare was too fucking perceptive for his own good.