“Then don’t wait.” I can barely get the words out, and I peek my eyes open to find Logan giving me a single raised brow. He clearly wasn’t expecting me to say that.
Well, we’ve come this far. Why wait any longer? If I’m that wet, if my body is that ready for him… why push it off further? I’m dying to feel him inside of me again, to surrender to him the same way I did when he took me home from the club all those months ago.
Another lifetime.
Logan crawls over me, using his knees to keep my thighs spread for him. “You don’t have to tell me twice,” he says with a smirk, and right as he says it, he pushes his hips down upon me and fills me to the brink.
He’s right. I really must be wet, because that thick cock of his needs no aid in plunging into me. My core accepts his length like a missing puzzle piece.
We lock gazes as he picks up speed above me, his hips bearing down against me over and over in quick, rapidsuccession. I hold onto his sides, moaning every few seconds, unable to keep the sounds tampered down. Nothing outside of this room exists. It’s just us, finally, after so long.
I don’t know yet how this will end, if it’ll be a happy ending for us or if we’re only delaying the inevitable, but I don’t want to think about that right now. Right now, I can only focus on him, on the way he makes my body feel, how my very soul reacts to him.
It’s like coming home. Like all this time I’ve been fighting a losing war, and it was only a matter of time until reality came and smacked me upside the head, demanding to know what the heck I was doing. Staying away from Logan was torture, pure and simple, and coming together tonight is the sweetest form of release.
Logan’s body hums above mine. “You feel so fucking good,” he murmurs, his body shuddering. “So fucking good, you make me lose my mind.” The sigh he lets out right then is one of pure desire. “I’ve been lost without you.”
I’ve been lost, too. I really have. Reese has kept me relatively sane, but steering clear of Logan has been next to impossible. Fate has tied us together, and no matter how we pull back, it doesn’t matter. We always wind up back here.
His thrusts become even harder, drawing more moans out of me. He grunts out, “I’m going to coat this tight pussy of yours in cum, Wren, and then I’m going to fuck you again.” A carnal promise I know he will fulfill.
And he does. Shortly after he says it, he lurches forward, filling me up so hard and so fast I swear I can feel his cock in my belly. A low warmth blossoms, a new feeling, one I’m not quite used to—meaning he must come inside of me. He groans out his pleasure, pumping every last drop into my core.
Just like Logan said, though, he’s not done yet. He pulls his cock out of me, flips me over, and yanks me back onto my handsand knees, colliding my ass against him. Seconds later he pushes into my core again, from a different angle, and the low moan that comes from him makes me shudder.
It’s like that for hours. Seriously, Logan’s stamina is legendary. He knows how to move, how to please, what angles to hit; he knows it all. He is a master at this, and I am simply along for the ride. I lose count of how many times we both come, and by the time we’re not entangled with each other, we’re both covered in sweat and breathing hard.
Logan lays beside me, draping an arm over my stomach, his head resting on the pillow next to mine. The light from the lamp is still on, but that’s not stopping my eyelids from getting droopy. I could seriously fall asleep right now. In fact, I think I need some sleep after that little marathon of sex.
It’s just our breathing we heard for a while, until Logan breaks the silence and asks, “You aren’t going to wait until I’m asleep and sneak out of here again, are you?” Referencing what I did the first time he brought me back here.
I turn my face toward him. We lay so close our noses practically touch, and I can feel his hot breath bloom across the skin on my face. Based on the way his eyes dig into me, he really is worried I’m going to leave. He shouldn’t be.
“No,” I say in a whisper. “No more sneaking out for me.” He grins at me, and that grin makes my stomach twist in all the right ways. “To be fair, though, at the time, I thought I’d never see you again.”
“Oh, well, in that case—” He plays it off, but he can’t do it for long. “That was some seriously upsetting shit. No girl’s ever fucked and ran before. I was the one always ducking out or telling them when to leave.”
“It might come as a shock to you, but I actually don’t like hearing about other girls when we’re in bed together.”
The arm slung across my stomach moves so that his hand is on my hip, and he rolls me onto my side so the front of my body is pressed against his. Neither of us wear clothes beneath the sheets, so I get the full effect of his furnace-like body.
“Who’s the jealous one now?” he asks, raising a single brow.
“Not jealous, just… I don’t like thinking about you with other girls.” Even if the experience might come in handy. Even if all those girls meant nothing to him, it’s still not something I enjoy thinking about. Maybe it’s hypocritical, considering I plan on continuing to see him and Reese at the same time, but…
I don’t know. I just can’t do it.
Logan’s hand traces shapes on my lower back. “Don’t worry. You ruined me for other girls, anyway. None of them could ever compare to you, Wren. You have me, every goddamned part of me, whether you like it or not.”
The grin that pulls at my lips is one I can’t fight. Logan might not say things the way I’d say them, but I wouldn’t change him for anything. We might not see eye-to-eye on the whole swearing thing, but I think I can get used to it.
“You have a way with words,” I say, and he chuckles softly.
“I used to be in a band, you know. Stringing words together and making them sound sexy was my whole thing.”
“You play the guitar pretty well, too.”
“The others are way better, trust me.”