Chapter 36
KILLIAN
“Just be careful,” Logan says.
“I’ll be fine.”
Jesus, how many times have I told him that the past few days?
I had to stay in the Center through Tuesday before I was discharged.
Jaime, who walked away with a cast on his arm—nothing that hasn’t happened before—returned to Rothguard the next day.
Meanwhile, Clara, whose injury was more severe, was released to Recourse a day before I was let out, like it was something she had to win, much like her issues with Ian and my father.
Doc said I’m supposed to take short walks to keep my blood circulating. It’ll help the injury heal, but it stresses Logan out, the way he guards me like my personal watchdog. If I’m being honest, though, I like it.
As I roll out of bed, he asks, “Do you need me to help you?”
“I haven’t needed you the past three times this morning, so why do you think I’d need you on this one?”
“You keep giving me that attitude, and I might help you to the floor.”
I shoot him a look over my shoulder, and his cute smirk shifts into a full-on grin.
I plant my feet on the floor, and Logan says, “You did that so good. You’re so brave,” in the most patronizing tone. Undoubtedly, this is his revenge for my stubbornness.
“Are you practicing being obnoxious for when we’re old and gray?
” I tease, though the past week has made me think about how much I want to grow old and gray with this man who opened my heart and soul in a way I never could have expected.
We were fire and kerosene coming together; now we’re one magnificent explosion, our souls intertwined in a searing bliss.
“Oh, are you young all of a sudden?” he jibes. “Besides, you really didn’t think I’d be a bit of an obnoxious husband?”
“Eh, I had some indications.”
Logan rolls his eyes, looking as adorable as ever, and even the thought of him nagging me for the rest of my life feels like a gift.
According to my MRI, had the bullet been a few millimeters to the left, it would have nailed an artery, and I wouldn’t have made it out of the house, let alone to the Center for treatment.
But despite what a literal pain in the chest it’s been, I don’t love having Logan waiting on me hand and foot.
Tending to my every need. Reminding me why it was so easy to fall in love with him.
“You mind if we visit the greenhouse?” I ask. His shoulders tense, so I try to reassure him. “If it’s too much for me, we’ll come back.” It’s been more than I could handle on our attempts so far, but I have a good feeling about today. “And we can take the elevator.”
I rarely use it, but since I want to do more than pace up and down this hall, it’s the best way to get around the house.
Logan reluctantly consents, and we start on our journey. On our way through the house, I ask, “Where is everyone today? Seems unusually quiet.”
“Rage had to deal with another distribution, and obviously he’s not planning on being short-staffed again.
Wrath is finalizing details on our deal with the Raiders.
Masters is catching up on bookkeeping. And Malaki and Rory returned to school yesterday, so it’s just the two of us, aside from staff and security. ”
Minus Jaime, who was rewarded with a few weeks of time off, to allow him to fully recover physically and mentally.
“Just the two of us, huh? Maybe it’s about time I have my way with my husband.” I sneak him a look, and his cheeks pinken. “I still need to force you to submit to me.” I can’t help but laugh at that.
“How are you laughing at that when you were so serious about dominating me before?”
“I guess now that I know you’re totally mine, not resisting, it feels like little more than roleplay.”
He spins around, walking backward a few steps ahead of me. “And who said I won’t be resisting? Can’t you tell I like that?”
I grit my teeth, releasing a low growl as my cock firms in my crotch, something that Logan notices.
“Careful what you ask for, Log. You know we still haven’t consummated the relationship.”
“You sound agitated.”
“I’m very agitated about it,” I admit, which makes him smile.
He turns away from me, like he’s trying to tempt me with that ass. I clench my fist, restraining the urge to pounce.
“Don’t forget, you must pace yourself. Doctor’s orders,” he says, reading my mind, but he’s right.
I’m a good boy as we head into the greenhouse, and I’m relieved to see my friends, including Willie, at the birdbath. Logan had assured me they were okay, but it’s better getting to see them for myself. Knowing they’re still eating and healthy.
I walk through the garden, inspecting my precious babies. “My plants don’t look as happy as the last time I saw them,” I say, disappointed, as we make our way along the main path.
“Rage and I did everything on your list,” Logan says defensively, which catches me by surprise.
“I didn’t mean it like that. I know you did your best, but it’s like they missed me.
Or were worried about me. Odd thing to say about plants, isn’t it?
But it was like that after Old Terror passed.
I did all the right things, but it was like they missed his presence, the sound of his voice.
His magical touch and talent in the garden.
Took me a long time to breathe life into them again. ”
We settle in the gazebo, and I take in the familiar sight from inside, appreciating how lucky I am to get to view it again, with Logan by my side.
He notices the way I’m looking at him and squints. “What?”
“I always thought you were a sexy man, and when we had our wedding, I appreciated your beauty, but it’s like now that you’re my husband, there’s this much deeper appreciation of you. Something I wasn’t expecting.”
He angles his head, then moves closer, taking my hands. “I know what you mean. Although, I think mine might have more to do with how I almost lost you.”
A thrill courses through me. “I’m still a monster,” I say, and his expression twists. “I just had the thought of how pleased I am to know you would have missed me. The thought of maybe even being tortured by my loss. Suffering because you have such strong feelings for me.”
I caress his cheek, and he turns his head to kiss my palm, his kiss more powerful than any of the painkillers I’ve taken these past few days.
I move quickly, stealing a kiss. No, not stolen, he’s mine now. Taking what’s rightfully mine.
I’ve been so out of it from the medication that we haven’t shared a kiss like this, and it activates something within me, brings me back into my body, pushing back the pain, revitalizing me.
Something feral overcomes me, and I shove him against the wall. We’re all teeth and tongues and lips, swapping frenzied kisses as our bodies make up for lost time. My eyes water from the waves of sensations—desire, pleasure, utter satisfaction.
I cup his crotch, noticing how firm he is, and break our kiss. “Oh, Logan, I haven’t been a good husband to you. And now you’re harder than I’ve ever felt you before.”
His jaw tightens.
“So tense, just been waiting for me to recover, not even jerking yourself off?”
“I wanted to save it for you.”
Fuck, that’s hot.
“Of course you did.” I firm my grip on his crotch. “You want my cock to be wedged inside you, pushing against that spot as you release all this pent-up frustration…all the stress that’s been balled up inside you since I nearly died.”
He relaxes against the wall. “Hell, Killian. Don’t tease me. You’re not strong enough to fuck me.”
I rest my hand on his neck, running my thumb across his flesh. “Oh, I’m certain I can muster the strength for this.”
I wouldn’t have said as much right after getting out of bed, but as usual, Logan provokes this part of me that wants to dominate him. And it’s clear how much he wants to be dominated.
My fingers make quick work of his fly before I drag his pants down and slide my hand under his briefs, gripping that thick shaft.
“You’ve…been so…good to me,” I tell him between kisses. “Tended to my every need, catered to every request. Let me return the favor, Logan.”
“Kill…”
I silence him with another kiss, and he doesn’t resist anymore, which makes me chuckle.
He pulls away to ask, “Why are you laughing?”
“So much for your resistance.”
He glares. “Well, if you’re gonna be that way.”
He grips my wrist and starts to pull it off his cock, but… “Not exactly trying that hard, are you?”
“Seems like that wouldn’t be fair when you’re so weak.”
He says it playfully, but it still enflames my ego, aggravates me because I hate being perceived as weak. That’s not the quality of a Lorde.
“I guess you want to see how strong I really am,” I snap, releasing his cock.
I snatch his briefs at his hips, pulling and spinning him toward the wall, forcing his underwear down to his thighs, exposing that beautiful ass.
“Fuck…” I drag out. “I don’t ever want to go that long without being inside this ass again, do you understand? Is it good for me? You cleaned it out like before?”
“I did,” he reveals, which really surprises me. He glances over his shoulder. “I figured you might get to feeling up for it.”
“Oh, hell, Log.”
I feel like I nearly blacked out because soon my pants are at my ankles, my cock in hand.
He glances at it. “Clearly, I’m not the only one who needs release.”
“Damn right,” I say before offering some spit.
He gulps.
“I thought you liked it when it hurt a little,” I add, which must poke at something within him because he locks eyes with me, his gaze as intense as ever.
“It’s just harder than I’ve seen it, but I can handle it.”
“Damn right you can.” I lick my fingers and rub them against his crack, massaging my way inside. “I want it to hurt, but only in the way you like it. Only in the way that’ll have you begging me to feed you more of my cock.”
My words make his muscles loosen up, welcoming my fingers as I reach deep, caressing that spot. His body vibrates for me, and it’s an intoxicating bliss, the best sort of high.
“Fuck me, Kill,” he pleads, and it feels too soon, but between how horny I am and how desperate he sounds, I can’t exercise restraint.
I’m all lust and determination.
“It’s time to take what’s mine. Claim it fully, Mr. Logan Lorde.”