Bonus Scene
Dom
“Merry Christmas, Dom.”
I smiled at the feel of Logan’s fingers skimming over my head. Even after nine years together, he was still just as fascinated with my bald head as he’d ever been.
“Merry Christmas, Logan,” I said softly.
I was lying where I often ended up – with my head on his bare chest, my arm wrapped around his waist. It was the same position I’d been in nine years earlier when I’d woken up to find that I hadn’t dreamed the night before when he’d come to me and changed our trajectory forever.
I still remembered everything about that night and the hours that had followed.
I’d been mourning not just the loss of Sylvie, but the loss of Logan as well.
There’d been no family to lean on so I’d retreated to my island house in the desperate hope of finding some kind of solace in the place that Sylvie and I had spent so many Christmases together…
and the first place I’d been with Logan and accepted that my life hadn’t ended just because I’d lost my wife.
I’d kept myself busy by starting the process of putting Sylvie’s things away so that I’d be ready to donate the things I had no use for and stashing away the things I’d wanted to keep that I would someday be strong enough to bring out into the open and use to remember everything about the woman who’d been my entire world.
But there’d been no amount of distraction that had eased the pain of losing Logan…
of remembering the final words I’d said to him… the words he’d accepted.
I have to stay away from you.
They’d been the hardest words I’d ever had to say. Walking away from him that day had been just as hard. I’d died all over again just like I had when I’d watched Sylvie’s gaunt but still beautiful face being covered up with a sheet after she’d taken her last breath.
And then I’d turned around and he’d been there.
Logan was fond of telling people that I’d given him a second chance, but I’d never seen it that way.
I’d been the one with the second chance, though I nearly hadn’t taken it.
He’d turned his back on me after I’d told him it was too late…
that he was too late. And I’d died another death all over again.
But then God or Sylvie or whatever force had driven us together in the first place had taken one last chance on us and I’d grabbed his arm and dragged him back to me.
And I hadn’t ever let him go again.
Nine years later and everything had changed and yet in so many ways they hadn’t.
Yes, we were older, a little heavier, our bodies weren’t as perfect as they’d once been, but I still felt my breath catch every time I looked at Logan.
I still felt that moment of pure rightness go through me when his pale blue eyes settled on me.
Nine years and four kids later and we were still the same two men we’d been that night. I ached for him now like I had then.
I turned so I was facing him and smiled when his hand came down to cup my chin. I lifted enough to meet the kiss he gave me.
For the past eight years, Logan had woken me up just after midnight on Christmas day to wish me a Merry Christmas.
We’d ended up adopting Tristan shortly after we’d gotten married so our first Christmas after the one that had brought us back together hadn’t allowed for us to do what we’d done that first morning…
spending the day making love. So, we’d had to adjust a bit to ac commodate a busy schedule of putting presents under the tree and waiting for our kids to rouse us from our pretend sleep to proclaim that Santa had come.
But for a few hours just after the stroke of midnight, we belonged just to each other again like we had that night.
“The wedding was beautiful, wasn’t it?” Logan murmured as his hand skimmed down my side. I felt my already hard cock growing stiffer with his touch.
“Mmmmm,” I managed to get out as I put my hand on top of Logan’s in the hopes of guiding it to where I needed it most.
He chuckled and captured my fingers with his and then linked our hands together before unlinking them.
“And Eli…did you see how happy he was?” Logan asked, his voice growing thick.
I felt tears pricking my own eyes as I thought about the joy I’d seen on my oldest child’s face when he’d shown us the ring Mav had given him.
I’d made a terrible mistake in not showing and telling Eli early on in our relationship that mine and Logan’s love for him equaled that of parents loving a child.
I knew he knew it now, but it had come at a high price and it was something I would struggle with for the rest of my life.
The consolation was that I’d never seen Eli happier than he was with Mav.
“We went too easy on Mav,” I said with a smile as I remembered the man’s nervousness as he’d sat in our kitchen a few weeks earlier trying to gather the courage to ask our permission to marry our son.
“We’ll make Memphis squirm a bit before we say yes,” Logan suggested and I laughed. Seeing both my sons in happy relationships was an amazing thing, but I was also very glad that it would be a long while before Tanner was old enough to find his other half.
And Sylvie…hell, if I had my way, Sylvie would stay a little girl forever.
But of course since she was four going on forty, I knew we weren’t going to be that lucky. I could only hope that whatever life partner or partners she chose would have even half the strength and integrity of the men our sons had chosen.
“I dreamed of this,” Logan said softly as he continued to play with my fingers. I looked up at him and saw his beautiful eyes full of such emotion that I had to sit up and put my hand against his cheek.
“You dreamed of what, baby?” I asked as I caressed his skin with my thumb.
“That night that I came back to you. After we made love, I was watching you sleep and I dreamed that we’d have this. Kids, family…this,” he whispered as he motioned between us.
I leaned in to kiss him. “I didn’t need to dream it,” I told him. “I knew the second you walked through that door that you were mine and that we would have this. My brain was still trying to protect my heart, but my heart had already decided.”
Tears slipped down Logan’s face. “I was so scared you weren’t going to stop me that night,” he managed to get out.
“Letting you go was never an option,” I said softly before I kissed him.
He automatically opened his mouth for me and then his arms were wrapping around my back.
I pulled back and cupped his face. “When I do let you go, it will only be because there’s no life left in my fingers to hold on to you, do you hear me? ”
Logan nodded. He brushed a kiss over my lips and then said, “When that day comes, I’m not letting you go. Wherever you go, I go. In this life or the next.”
My body shook with the sudden need that rushed over me.
“I love you,” I ground out before I took over his mouth.
I heard the words whispered back to me between kisses, but I was too far gone to do anything but drink them down.
I maneuvered us until Logan was lying beneath me.
I felt his hands slip beneath my pajama bottoms to grip my ass as I kissed him and ground my cock against his.
I lifted off Logan long enough to strip his pants and mine off and grab the lube from the nightstand drawer.
He was waiting for me with open arms when I dropped my weight back down on him and I felt his legs wrap around my waist.
“I can’t wait,” I said hoarsely as I reached between our bodies and lubed up my cock. I added some to Logan’s as well and began stroking his shaft with my slick hand as my dick sought out his hole.
I used my arms to move Logan’s legs so they were wide and high, splitting him open for my seeking dick.
I’d been extra generous with the lube so I made sure to rub my crown and shaft over his hole to add a layer of the slick substance before I sought out his mouth with mine and shifted into position.
Logan cried out as my dick began opening him up.
I eagerly drank down the sound along with every grunt and moan he gave me as I slid deeper into his hot, willing body.
I felt his fingers gripping my head and the sensation just caused more excitement to flood my nerve endings.
I drove into my husband with one hard push until my balls brushed up against his ass.
“Yes, Dom!” Logan cried out as his hands moved to my back and scraped across my skin.
Even all these years later and still my man’s body was so fucking tight that it felt like he’d been made just for me…a perfect fit.
I pulled out and slid in again as I used my tongue to lick at the sweat that had started collecting on Logan’s neck.
“Fuck, more,” Logan demanded as he lowered his legs and grabbed my ass with his hands.
“So perfect,” I murmured as I nipped at Logan’s lips. I pulled my dick out of him almost all the way before shoving back in to the root.
“Yes!” Logan hissed as his fingers bit into my ass trying to draw me deeper inside of him.
“Do you need more, baby?” I asked as I continued with slow, smooth glides.
Logan eagerly nodded.
I used my hands to lift his legs and fold them in on himself, lifting his ass higher off the bed. I changed the angle of my hips and drove into him hard and fast, nailing his prostate as I went.
“Fuck, yes! Dom!”
I put his legs over my shoulders and then dropped my weight down on him so I could kiss him.
Since I didn’t want him to have to hold the position too long, I began fucking him hard, making sure my dick hit his gland with every pass.
I captured the wail of pleasure that escaped Logan’s throat and kept up the brutal pace until I felt his inner muscles start to clamp down on me with impossible pressure.
I slid a hand between our bodies and felt his dick pulsing wildly.
It would take very little to drive him over the edge.
“Logan, look at me,” I ordered.
Logan opened his eyes and he held my gaze as I slowly lowered his legs so he could wrap them around my waist. “I never would have let you go,” I whispered.
I knew they were words he needed to hear because I knew he hung on to the darker moments of our past, wondering if he could have spared us both from the cruel wounds we’d inflicted upon one another as we’d tried to find our way.
Logan was just that type of person…he held things closer, deeper, and longer than most. And I didn’t want him to spend even one second wondering what our lives would have been like if he’d walked out that door… if I hadn’t stopped him.
Logan nodded. “I love you so much, Dom. As much now as then. Not more because that just isn’t possible.”
I smiled and I kissed him softly. “I love you, Logan. Then, now, forever. Doesn’t matter. I will always love you.”
I began moving again, but there was no longer any room for the frantic pace we’d been setting.
Instead, we moved as one because that was what we’d become the moment he’d chosen to honor the wishes of the woman I’d loved and lost…
the woman who’d loved me as much as Logan did and had given me the future she and I hadn’t been meant to have.
The orgasm was violent, but in a quiet way.
We clung to each other as the pleasure rippled through us in nearly simultaneous waves.
If I hadn’t known any better, I would have sworn it was one orgasm tumbling through us.
I buried my face in Logan’s neck as I succumbed to the pleasure and purpose this man gave me on every level.
I could have been there for minutes or hours, my body still buried deep inside of his, when I felt his lips brushing my temple.
“Come shower with me,” Logan murmured and I lifted my head long enough to kiss him and nod.
Because I knew what would happen next and I welcomed it.
We’d end up showering together which would ultimately lead to another round of lovemaking.
But after that as I began the process of putting the countless presents under the giant Christmas tree in our living room, I’d lose my husband to what I knew was a bittersweet tradition for him.
Because as with all the previous Christmases, Logan had a letter to write and I knew he would struggle with it. After all, how did you thank someone for selflessly giving you the life they should have had?
But I knew my Logan would find a way…he always did.