27
BLOOM
B ack and forth, I paced the length of the mess hall, stopping every so often to check my phone. No calls, no text messages from Logan. He’d been at the police station for so long. What if they locked him up or held him longer for questioning? I learned enough about the law to know they could hold him without charging him for seventy-two hours. How was I supposed to do three days without Logan?
Fuck this.
I stalked toward the door. Crowe materialized in front of me, and I almost slammed into him. He caught my arms to steady me.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“To the police station. Logan—”
“Doesn’t need you there. The man will be fine, Bloom.”
“How can you tell?”
“Because he’s smart. Look, as much as you think he needs you, he’s an Agosti. That should tell you everything you need to know about him.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“First of all, unclench your intestines and take a deep breath. You’re setting everyone on edge.”
I expelled a loud, frustrated breath from my nostrils. “I don’t see how this is making anything better.”
“Well, think about it. Logan grew up in the Agosti family. The man must have learned the tricks of the trade. He used to torture people for his father.”
“I never thought about it, but that’s kind of like you, Bloom!” Saint hollered from behind the bar. “You two have a lot more in common than we thought. Still can’t picture the doctor cutting people up for fun, but those are the best kind of killers, right? The ones we don’t expect to be so gruesome.”
I scowled at Saint, my hands curled into fists, nails biting into my palms. Heat surged up my neck, and my whole body vibrated like a live wire about to snap.
I took a step toward him, jaw clenched so hard it ached. “He didn’t want to do any of that. His family forced him to torture people.” My voice came out low and sharp, a warning I was already on the edge. If he continued to provoke me, I wouldn’t hesitate to punch him.
“By the way he handled those men today, it seems like he still has a bit of the killer instinct inside of him.”
“And that’s a bad thing?”
Our conversation had gotten loud, and the other bikers were blatantly staring at us.
“Saint, stop trying to goad him.” Crowe pointed at me. “And you, you need to learn to think objectively about this man. He lied to you about who he is, but you accept his explanations without a thought.”
“What are you saying, Crowe?”
“Maybe you should think twice about marrying him. The fucking Mafia is after him, and—”
“I already said I’m gonna marry him, and I mean it. If you can’t be happy for us, maybe don’t come to our wedding.”
“I don’t like the way you’re talking to me right now.” Crowe clenched his teeth, and a flush crept into his cheeks. “Maybe I won’t attend.”
“Then don’t!”
Deep down, I knew I was lashing out at Crowe because of how worried I was about Logan. I tugged at my hair hard.
“Crowe, I’m sorry. I don’t mean it. Of course you have to be there. I’d hate to get married without you. You’ve been at every important step of my life. Just…stop trying to get me to leave Logan. I won’t. He had a good reason for not telling me the truth before.”
He threw his hands up. “Fair enough. I won’t mention it again. I just wanted you to understand exactly what you’re getting into. Bloom.” His voice softened. “I might not be able to keep you safe. Not from the Mafia.”
“And I get that. But Logan and I can make our own way. We’ll figure it out.”
“I’ll have to believe that, so I won’t comment on it further.” He hooked an arm around my neck and yanked me into his body, ruffling my hair. “My little Bloom’s all grown up and getting married. It’s still a bit hard to believe.”
“Crowe!”
“By the way, you ever talk to me like that again, I’ll put you over my knees. Don’t think you’re too old for me to do it.”
“Pretty sure that’s my job,” a familiar voice said, rich and low, with an edge of amusement.
I shoved at Crowe’s arms and spun so fast I nearly tripped over myself. Logan stood in the doorway, his sharp eyes locking on me, his mouth curved in a tired but unmistakable smile.
“Lo-gan!” I gasped, my voice breaking.
The tension in my chest cracked wide open as I ran to him, my feet moving before I thought about it. I threw myself at him, buried my face in his neck, and my arms around him like he might disappear if I didn’t hold him tight enough. He grunted but placed his hands under my ass for support as I climbed him like a monkey and looped my legs around his waist.
He chuckled. “I was gone for just a couple of hours. You make it seem like I abandoned you.”
“I don’t care. I was worried about you, and I missed you.”
“Well, this is embarrassing,” Saint said.
“He’s not wrong, Bloom,” Crowe said. “Why don’t you use your legs?”
“I am. They’re around his waist.”
“Hey, Crowe!” Bay, who was sitting with Chris, Sarge, and a new prospect at a corner table, guffawed. “I think you might need a new enforcer soon. This one has been softened by too much dick.”
“Soft? Who’s gone soft? I’ll show you who’s soft.”
I tried to wriggle out of Logan’s arms to confront Bay, but Logan tightened his arms around me. “None of that. Let’s talk first.” He marched for the exit, with me still clinging to him like a vine.
“Talk is just a synonym for a fuck.” Bay’s grin was wider than ever. “And I know because that’s what I mean when I tell Gerald to come here for a minute so we can talk.”
“That’s exactly how long you last, huh? A minute!”
Bay’s face turned red, and the bikers laughed, their loud voices echoing in the hall. Without missing a beat, Logan kept walking. We left the raucous laughter behind us and entered my bedroom. Logan sat on the bed with me on his lap.
I loosened my hold on him. “Oh shit, I forgot about your arm. Did I hurt you?”
“I’m fine.”
“Are you really? What did those cops do to you? You know I can make them disappear, right?”
“Yes, Bloom. I know exactly what you’re capable of.”
He sounded strange, and the way he was looking at me made my stomach lurch. What had those cops done to him?
“Logan?”
He smiled, taking the hand I was about to touch his cheek with and holding it against my thigh. “But I don’t need you to kill for me, especially when the law is capable of handling things. The law does work, Bloom, if we give it a chance.”
I frowned, tension zapping through me. “What are you saying, Logan?”
He shook his head, “Nothing. Get undressed.”
“Huh?” The change in conversation had me reeling.
“I can feel how tense you are. Let me take care of it.”
I bit my bottom lip, wanting to question him some more about what had happened at the police station. My eagerness to feel Logan’s hand on my body won.
My brothers were right. I was shameless. But all I felt was wanted and beautiful when I stood to strip my clothes from my body while Logan watched me. He got the bag with the toys we’d brought from the sex shop at the mall and returned to sit on the bed with a small black rotating prostate massager.
My mouth went dry. This was not what I had in mind when I thought about him coming back from the police station.
“Come on. Over my lap you go. I know how much you love your sweet little hole played with.”
My heart thudded hard, partly from the adrenaline of earlier and partly from the rush of excitement coursing through my veins at the thought of Logan touching me. After only a moment’s hesitation, I slid onto his lap, the heat of his body comforting against the recent coldness that had taken up residence in my bones.
His hands were gentle as he positioned me, his fingers tracing light patterns along my thighs.
“I can feel your heart beating fast.” He chuckled as he spread my cheeks apart. “You love it when I open you up like this, don’t you?”
“Yes.” I couldn’t hide the excitement in my voice. “Logan, are you using sex so we don’t have to talk about what happened at the police station?”
“Hmm.”
My skin broke out in goose bumps.
“Why… oooh.” Firm hands squeezed my flesh together, then spread me open again. “Logan, please.”
“God, I love it when you beg for it.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb over my taint, slowly inching closer to my entrance. A shiver ran down my spine. The wait was killing me.
“Logaaaan.” I shifted my ass impatiently.
Logan withdrew his finger, and when I cried out a protest, his palm connected sharply with my ass. The sting vibrated through my body, and I squeezed the bedsheet into a fist, moaning. “Oh, devil, that feels good when you spank me.”
“More?”
“Yes, please.”
His hand came down again, another powerful smack that sent jolts of pleasure to every corner of my body and left a sweet, burning sensation against my skin. I let out a loud gasp as the pain morphed into intense pleasure. My cock throbbed painfully, eager for release.
“More.”
Smack. Smack.
Each slap made everything so much worse…or was it better? My nipples ached painfully, my ass smarted, and I was pretty sure I was leaking precum all over the floor.
“Sweet, slutty Bloom.” Logan ran his hands over my back, caressing my skin. “You’re so many things, do you know that? A cold-blooded killer, a feared enforcer, loyal to a fault. But this is the version of you that lives rent-free in my head. You writhing in my lap, your ass all red, and your hole begging to be fucked.”
He slapped my hole with his fingers hard, and I damn near shot my load. I clenched my ass, not wanting to come yet. I needed so much more.
“But I have to love all of you, don’t I?” He sighed. “Every dangerous, needy, and complicated part of you. I still love you, though I know how vicious and cruel you can be.”
Vicious? Cruel? Those words were true, but Logan had never referred to me like that. Just what had happened at the police station?
Logan rubbed his finger over my hole, then slipped it inside me up to the first knuckle, and I lost thought of everything else. When he removed his finger, a whine I should be ashamed of left me.
“Patience.”
He snapped open the bottle of lube and squeezed some of the liquid onto his fingers. His slicked digits returned to my entrance, parting me once again, more fully this time, without withdrawing. He pushed one finger, then another inside, and I tilted my hips, gasping.
“There you go,” he whispered. “Open up that slutty hole for me.”
Another finger stretched me in agonizing slowness. I panted, gripping the bedsheets even tighter, my head falling forward. A loud moan escaped my lips each time Logan’s fingers sunk deeper inside me.
I arched into each stroke as they grazed my prostate, every touch making me shiver. With a steady rhythm, he slipped his fingers in and out of me, driving me to the edge of madness.
“You’re such a needy boy.” Logan’s voice was a raw growl, his breathing labored. His hard cock pressed into my stomach, and I ground against it.
“Can’t help it, Logan. I’m sorry.”
Logan removed his fingers and patted my hole. “Don’t ever be sorry about this. Do you know how it makes me feel knowing no one else ever sees you like this? Yes, I’m a selfish man because I want you to be like this only with me.”
“Only with you.” How could I ever let any other man see me this way? My body belonged to him.
The vibrator replaced Logan’s fingers, pressing lightly against my entrance. He nudged it in, stretching me. A jolt of pleasure shot through me.
“Fuuuuck!”
“You like that, don’t you? You’re taking it so well.” Logan’s voice was thick with arousal. His praise made me want to take whatever he wanted to give me. That I enjoyed it was just a plus.
The vibrator moved slowly inside me, and every nerve ending in my body screamed for release.
“Feels good?” he asked.
“Yes,” I croaked. “Please, please don’t stop. I’m gonna come.”
I was already so close. He increased the speed of the toy, and I cried out. He placed a hand on my lower back, keeping me still as the toy vibrated along my walls with each thrust. A final twist of the vibrator, and I tipped over the edge. No, I plunged hard and fast with a loud cry and my body shivering uncontrollably until I collapsed against him, spent, with nothing left inside me to give.
Logan chuckled as he rubbed my sweaty back. “You okay?”
I inhaled slowly, the sweat cooling on my skin and my mind spinning. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? Bloom, what’s wrong? Didn’t you enjoy that?”
He picked me up from his lap, and I was too drained to help him. We lay on the bed with me draped over him. I tucked my face into his neck.
“Are you sure it’s normal to like this so much?”
“What? Sex?”
I nodded. “They make fun of me and how much I like it. Now I think it’s probably not normal.”
“Bloom, your brothers are teasing you. I guarantee you they love it just as much with their partners.”
“But they are all tops. I think, as a biker, they expect me to top.”
“I doubt they’re all tops. Look at Grimm. He’s the president of the Reapers club, and I’m pretty sure that, from hearing Jamie talking about it, he’s the top in that relationship.”
“Oh.”
He slipped his hand down my side and squeezed my hip. “Look, sex is very personal for people, Bloom. People like different things, and there’s nothing wrong with that as long as the people involved are okay with it. Maybe you do enjoy your ass played with a little more than others, but that’s completely fine because I love your ass, and I love the way you come apart from me touching you.” As though to prove a point, he pinched my ass. “Do you know what fisting is?”
“Yeah, I saw it when I was looking up how to give you a blow job.”
“What do you think? Would you like to try it sometime?”
“It looks painful…do you think I’ll like it?”
“It’s definitely not for everyone, but as someone who loves to have his ass played with, you might.”
“Then how soon can we try it?”
Logan laughed. “My hand’s a lot bigger than yours, so we’ll try bigger toys first and work you up to it. Maybe one of those double penetrator cock rings.”
“A DP?”
“Yeah, how does that sound?”
“Not if it’s with someone else, but a toy? I can do that.”
“Good.”
I raised my head to look down at him, but a feeling of shyness I wasn’t used to overcame me. I pulled my hair over my face and chewed on it. “Is there anything you want me to do for you? I feel like I don’t give enough.”
“Just you being here is enough for me, Bloom.”
Just me? Did he really mean that? He hadn’t even tried to fuck me so he could come too. He seemed content being with me like this and knowing I was happy.
I tucked my face back into his neck. “Logan—”
“Yes, sweetheart.”
“Thank you…for…” For loving me. For making me feel normal. For making me feel human. The words got stuck in my throat.
“You’re welcome, but there’s nothing to thank me for. I love you and want you to be happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.”
I closed my eyes against my stinging tears. As much as I squeezed, they still dripped from beneath my lashes and onto his skin. He must have felt them, but he didn’t ask me anything, just kept caressing my back and making me feel loved.