36
BLOOM
“ O h god!” Logan and I crashed into Bay’s office, slamming the door behind us. In a jiffy, both our pants were down, and he had me bent over the desk. I clutched the wood, shaking my ass impatiently for him to feed me his cock.
“God, Bay wasn’t kidding.” He picked up the lube that was on the desk.
“Hurry.” I reached behind me, rubbing my fingers over my puckered hole. I was still pretty much relaxed there from our sex earlier today. Why couldn’t I get enough of him?
I slapped my hole, then rubbed my fingers hard over the mushroomed skin, a moan escaping my lips. Was dancing supposed to be a turn-on? Because feeling Logan’s body pressed against mine had made me instantly hard.
Logan was behind me in a flash, strong hands ripping mine away to replace them with his. He lathered his fingers with the clear gel, the cold touch making me shiver.
“Easy,” he muttered, his other hand keeping me pressed against the desk with a firm grip on my hip. He pushed one finger in, and I gasped, throwing my head back.
“I’m ready, Logan.”
“Yes, you are.” He stroked himself briefly, then positioned himself at my entrance. With one quick thrust, he was buried inside me. Ripples ran through me, my body shuddering under the impact of that first fucking slide that stretched me out.
“Devil, that feels so good.” I thrust my ass back and forth on his dick. “Logan, please.”
He gripped handfuls of my cheeks and spread them, baring my hole around his cock. “I could watch my cock sliding in and out of you all day. You have such a perfect hole, Bloom—greedy, tight, so damn tight.”
The room filled with heavy breathing and soft gasps as he moved within me with an unrelenting pace. The desk creaked beneath us, and papers fluttered to the floor. I was being too loud, but I couldn’t stop the moans. Not when Logan was fucking me with deep, hard thrusts.
“Yes, yes, yes!” My cries grew louder. “Get in there, Logan. Oh fuck, yes, just like that. Harder, harder, oh fuck, fuck!”
His pelvis slapped against my ass, the smacking vibrating through me. He bucked against me with stabbing thrusts that edged the line of pain, but I kept begging him for more.
“You’re so loud,” Logan said. “Everyone out there knows I’m fucking you, Bloom. Does that turn you on? Everyone knows this sexy little hole is all mine. No one else can have it. No one else can have you. ”
He slid his hands down and gripped my thighs, lifting me higher for better leverage.
“Logan! Oh god!” The intensity was overwhelming, the tension winding tightly within me until I thought I’d shatter from the sheer force of it. He thrust harder, snapping his hips forward so hard it left me breathless.
“Christ!” Logan bottomed out inside me once again.
My climax ripped through me with little time to brace for it. A scream tore from me, echoing off the walls. It was as if every nerve ending in my body exploded, and he kept pounding me through it. The tips of my toes barely touched the ground, and my body writhed in blissful agony.
“Fuck.” Logan grunted, thrusting inside me, then going still with his cock buried deep inside me. His body went rigid as he spilled his seed.
Everything quietened except for our ragged breaths. Trembling from exhaustion and pure satisfaction, I collapsed onto the desk while Logan pulled out slowly.
“That was…intense.” Logan rested his forehead against my back. “I didn’t break you, did I?”
I smirked weakly over my shoulder. “Takes more than that to break me.”
He smacked my ass, and I gasped. “Tender?”
I nodded, my cheeks full of heat. With a laugh, Logan helped me up, turning me in his arms and kissing me lightly. “Only you know how to beg to be sexed up, then blush immediately after.”
“I don’t blush.” I pushed him away from me, but his laughter echoed in the room. He leaned against the desk, sliding his pants back on, his eyes on me.
“You don’t dance either, but look where that got us.”
“Well, I tried to warn you.”
I hastily buttoned up my pants and fixed my shirt. Logan brushed my hands aside and helped. With kisses. So many kisses that I had to duck my head. He wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Don’t run from my kisses.”
Laughter pealed out of me as he planted his lips everywhere he found exposed skin—my neck, my nose, my forehead. I struggled against him, still out of breath from our rough fucking.
“Logan, this is gross,” I protested, but he chuckled and pulled me tighter against his body.
“I can’t resist.” He bumped his forehead against mine. “Bloom, I’m so crazy about you.”
By the way he was looking down at me, I knew he meant every word.
My chest felt too full, like it couldn’t contain everything I was feeling. It was raw and warm and terrifying all at once, and I wanted to crawl inside it, inside him , and never leave. I curled my fingers into his shirt and bit my lip, trying to contain the overwhelming joy buzzing through me like static electricity. But I couldn’t. A soft laugh bubbled up and broke free before I could stop it, and I buried my face against his neck to hide how giddy I must’ve looked. My cheeks ached from smiling so hard, and my heart felt like it might burst.
It’s going to be okay. We’re going to be okay.
When we returned to the party, the ribbing I’d anticipated came, but I didn’t mind. We had to sit through some corny toasts from our friends, toasts I would have dismissed before, but knowing we wouldn’t have many more days together, I soaked up every moment.
Crowe stood, towering over the room like the giant he was, his leather cut gleaming under the dim light. “I don’t make speeches often, so you all better listen up.” He cleared his throat, and the crowd quieted, all eyes turning to him. For a moment, he looked at me, his face unreadable as usual, but something softer appeared in his eyes, something that made my stomach ache.
“Many of you only know the trouble Bloom is today, but I’ve known him since he was a little shit,” Crowe said, his voice rumbling like thunder. A ripple of laughter traveled through the crowd. “And trust me, he was a hell of a little shit. The first time I met him, he tried to stab me with a knife. He was stubborn, wild, and meaner than a cornered rattlesnake. Many people told me he wasn’t gonna make it. That I was wasting my time.”
Crowe’s eyes met mine, hard and clear, and for a moment we shared an understanding—a history—that only a handful in the room would get. Not even Logan.
“But they were wrong.” Crowe let the weight of his words settle. “Bloom didn’t just make it. He fought tooth and nail every step of the way. Now I ain’t say life got much better for him. Life threw him more punches than most people could handle, but he got back up every damn time. Sometimes he got back up swinging, and sometimes he just got back up to flip life the bird, but he always got back up.”
The crowd chuckled, murmuring their agreement.
“And for the longest time, I thought I saved you that day, but I think you saved us all.” His gaze touched the men who had been there with him that day. “You gave us purpose and a hope for a better club that we wanted to see. Now, I’ve seen a lot of things in my life, but I never thought I’d see Bloom in love. Hell, I thought the only thing he cared about was his bike and maybe knifing idiots who deserved it. But then Logan showed up, and if you’re waiting for me to say that he got smarter, I hate to break it to you, but love made him do some stupid shit to get that man right there. Doc, how many times did you turn him down? About half a dozen?”
Logan reached for my hand and gave it a squeeze. “About that I’d say. He just didn’t know how to quit.”
“Hey, if I had quit, you wouldn’t have walked out of that back room smiling just now.”
“Did I forget to mention that he has absolutely no filter?” Crowe asked to open laughter. “Anyway, Doc—Logan—all I can say is that you must be one hell of a man to love his cranky, black heart the way he is.” He raised his glass. “So here’s to both of you. Bloom, you’re now the good doctor’s problem. Good luck, Doc, no take-backsies!”
“Fuck you! You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone!” I cried but raised my glass in cheers with the others and gulped down the champagne.
I’m gonna miss him.
After Crowe’s toast, everyone kind of scattered. Logan took the empty glass from me. “You okay?”
“Yeah. I just need a bit of fresh air. I’m gonna be outside for a few.”
“Want me to come with you?”
I shook my head. “Just a few minutes.”
“All right, but don’t stay too long or I’m gonna have to come and find you.”
Stepping outside into the night was a welcome relief from all the stimulation inside the casino. I inhaled a lungful of the crisp, cool air and sank down on the nearby steps. The urge to smoke hit me, and I didn’t even smoke. Not since I tried it once and Crowe had punished me for it. I chuckled, the sound hollow in my chest and ears.
Why was my life so hard? Finally, I found a man who loved me the way I loved him, but I had to give up my family to have him. Why couldn’t I have it all?
Shadows shifted to my right, and I tilted my head. Was someone there? Probably one of the bikers and their boys getting it on.
“Hey, you okay?”
Behind me, Max came down the steps.
“Did Crowe send you?” I asked.
He chuckled. “You know him better than even me, don’t you?”
“Well, we spent a lot of time together.”
“Once upon a time it used to bug the hell out of me.” He sat down next to me. “But now I know better.”
“Crowe means a lot to me, but not in that way.”
“I know that now. Why are you out here on your own?”
“Just needed some fresh air.” I felt inside my cut for the pocket where an envelope rested. “Max, you really love Crowe, don’t you?”
“With everything inside of me.”
“Then take care of him.”
“Of course I will. We take care of each other.”
Satisfied, I plucked the creased envelope from my inside pocket and handed it to him. “Can I trust you with this?”
“What is it?”
“A letter. For Crowe. I want you to keep it until Logan and I leave for our honeymoon, then give it to him.”
“Umm, okay.” He stuffed the letter into his pocket. “I can do that.”
“It has to be after we leave. Don’t forget that.”
“Sure, I get it. I promise that’s—”
A deafening crack split the air twice, and Max’s body jolted violently beside me. Twin spots of blood bloomed on his chest like an opening flower, staining the crisp fabric of his shirt as he crumpled. My breath caught, and the world seemed to tilt, narrowing to the sight of Max sprawled on the steps, his eyes wide in shock.
“Max!” I dropped to my knees beside him, pressing my hands against the wounds. Blood seeped between my fingers, warm and slick, as I tried to stop the flow.
“Step away from him now, or I’ll shoot him again.”
I whipped my head around at the familiar voice. A man stepped out from the shadows, aiming a gun at me. My stomach dropped.
“You?”