Chapter 20
Twenty
Logan
“I don’t even know why I’m still crying.”
I’m pretty sure I do. It’s freeing—it was for me, and I wasn’t even the one handcuffed to the bed.
“Yeah, well, you were a fucking trooper.” Sort of. He’s definitely fun to edge, but he doesn’t take it quietly, that’s for sure. “You can let out a few tears. You’ve earned it.”
“What?”
I cock my head, not understanding the question.
“Why are you smiling?”
“I was just looking.” I can’t keep my eyes off him. I keep seeing all the markings I left, new ones catching my eye the longer I look. He’s certainly left his mark on me—getting to pay him back is… everything. It proves it for me—sets it in stone.
“He’s… mine. I was already his, but now he’s mine and I like that.”
It wasn’t that long ago that Cade said those words to me, and I had no idea what that might feel like. I do now. I don’t know that I’m crazy enough to put a ring on him just yet, but it doesn’t matter. I’m his, and he’s mine. That’s all there is to it.
My love. My little vampire. He’s all fucking mine.
“Are you insane?” he asks as I grab another condom.
“And if the answer is yes?”
But he doesn’t deny me. He’s crazy for it too, spreads his legs for me like it’s perfectly natural.
“You’re a sadist.” His words end on a whimper, a sound dipped in so much pleasure that he contradicts himself.
If I were a sadist, he wouldn’t be moaning so prettily for me. Nah, I’m giving us exactly what we need.
∞∞∞
“Again?” he whines, voice heavy with sleep, and I chuckle. We stopped hours ago.
“I’m just covering you up.”
He’s back asleep before I can get him as snuggled up as he needs, sighs happily against me once I’ve got him settled again. This is what I wanted yesterday, when he made me leave him alone in his bed. Nothing more than to hold him.
He’s stunning like this—all fucked out and exhausted. His hair is still wet from the shower we took. I don’t think he likes to fall asleep with it like this, but he was way too tired to dry it. I would have if he’d let me. Maybe tomorrow.
He did let me rub lotion on him. He was too tired to do it himself, so I was given the privilege. It’s something he apparently does after every shower. No wonder his skin is so soft.
My hand slides over his butt and gives it a good squeeze just because I can—because it’s fucking mine.
I wonder if it’s still loosened. Has to be—we fucked for hours. It was close to one hour with just my fingers. So pretty and pink. Open. I’m gonna cum inside him one day.
I frown when I feel myself start to stiffen. That shouldn’t be happening right now. I’m supposed to be asleep. I have work soon.
But it doesn’t go away. It starts to throb after a minute or so, and with every painful heartbeat, I start getting ideas.
“Baby.”
He doesn’t move.
“Baby,” I whisper again, louder this time.
“Hm?”
“I want to eat you out.”
“Okay.” He sighs dreamily, but I have to be sure he meant it.
“Can I?”
“Hm?”
“Baby, can I eat your ass?” Hm. There’s gotta be a better way to word that. If I weren’t so tired, I could probably think of something prettier to say, but for now, it’s all I got. “Please?” I don’t mean to pout, but I’m just as sleepy as he is. Sleepy, but also so very horny.
I lean over him and fight the urge to collapse on top of his sleeping frame.
I have to hold in a burst of excitement when he pries his eyes open. “Am I dreaming?”
Fuck, he’s cute. That’s some cute as fuck shit right there.
“It does kind of feel like a dream, huh?”
He stares blankly, and the longer he does, the more I’m certain he isn’t even awake.
“Baby, my love.” I give him a hard smooch and hope it helps hurry things along. “Wake the fuck up so I can lick your asshole.”
His brows dip, confusion taking the place of that empty stare.
“Please?”
“You’re serious.”
“As a heart attack.”
“If… okay, sure. If you want to.”
“Oh, fuck.” I laugh. “I do.” He’s amazing. And when I get his lazy self rolled over, and his naked cheeks spread apart, I think that his ass is more amazing.
Wait, no. That’s backwards. He’s definitely more amazing than his butt is.
But then I’m licking over his swollen ring, and my tongue sinks right in, and I think that I probably had it right the first time.
I am definitely an ass-guy. I didn’t know this about myself, not until him, but god, am I.
I hum hungrily as I force my tongue as deep inside him as it will go. I take a look, see his hole all glistening with spit, and have to delve right back in.
I don’t pay much attention to him or his groans—this isn’t really about Baby.
It’s just a bonus that he’s enjoying it.
This isn’t something I’ve done before, but it’s for sure one of the many things we’ll do again.
And again. And if his slutty moans are anything to go by, I’d better throw in another again just for him.
He lifts his hips, puts his ass in the air so I can give it to him better. I don’t even realize he’d been jacking off until his hole spasms around my tongue, but I’m too into it to stop.
Not until he’s giving me another condom and asking for more.
∞∞∞
“What is it?” He takes the paper I hand him and looks it over. What he finds leaves his face painted a delicious pink. “Oh.”
“This…” I sit next to him on the couch, a sense of warmth sweeping over me when he doesn’t immediately tell me to move. “Means that I’m gonna come in your ass all the time now.”
“Logan,” he snaps, giving the rest of the room a once-over like he’s worried someone will hear.
“Nic and Cade are still at work, but if you want, I can tell ‘em the news when they get home.”
“No, you won’t.” He folds up the paper I gave him, all prim and proper like, face still flushed.
“Why? I’m pretty sure they fill each other’s butts—”
“Logan! What is—that’s—” He gets all sorts of flustered before my eyes, and I laugh.
“They’d probably be happy for us, is all I’m saying. Cade would, I know.”
“He—well, yeah. He probably would be.” He smiles, but a second later it’s gone. “I forgot.”
“What?” I watch in real time as all the blood in his cheeks is drained.
“They know.”
“That’s okay.” I put my arm over him, pulling him against me to hopefully comfort him.
“No, I mean… they know about us.”
“Yeah, I got that. It’s fine.” Plus, I already knew. Cade’s annoying, and there’s no way he wasn’t gonna give me shit about it.
He studies my face, clearly trying to decide if he should believe me or not—one of his many annoying habits. I really wish he’d take my word for what it is, but whatever. It can be pretty fun proving things to him.
“It doesn’t bother me, Baby. But I mean, we probably should tell them about our new no-condom rule. Write up a new list, make it official.”
“Oh my god,” he grumbles, gently shoving his elbow into my side before settling against me. “You’re the literal worst.”
“That’s why we work so well.” I kiss his forehead when he looks up at me. “I might be the worst, but that’s okay because you’re the best.”
“Ugh.” He rolls his eyes, but I know he likes it—being complimented by me. He couldn’t keep the smiles off his face if he tried—and sometimes he does. “You’re so cheesy.”
I shrug. “It’s cute.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“But you love it.”
“I hate it.”
I lean in, get my mouth real close to his ear so I can whisper. “Liar.”
He giggles when the word tickles his skin, and when I move in to kiss his cheek he shoves me away. “No, none of that. You need to shower—”
“So join me.”
“Alone,” he insists, because one of his other annoying habits is to tease me. “We have to meet everyone there at nine, and there’s no time for you to get handsy.”
I definitely disagree. I can’t imagine ever not making time to feel him up.
He must agree, because despite his orders, he makes no moves to get up or move so I can.
“Where is it that we’re meeting them?” I’m kind of excited, a little bit. I’ve never been to a bachelorette party. Or a strip club.
“A place called Fruit Punch.”
“Hm. Sounds gay.”
He snorts. “Yeah, I think it is. Mostly, anyway. But they have a ladies’ night once a week.”
“So, we get to be ladies for a night.”
He blows out a breath, not quite a laugh. “I guess so. As long as you take a shower.”
This time I listen. My showers aren’t anywhere near as long as his—he has a whole ritual that involves something like a dozen steps, so I definitely understand why he made me go alone.
Doesn’t mean I like it, though. Even adding conditioner to my hair—something I used to rarely ever bother with, but do every single time now, ever since I felt Baby’s hair.
I don’t think anything I do to my hair could ever make it as soft as his—makes me a tad jealous.
When I get out of the shower, I look for him with the hope that my being naked will lead to him getting handsy himself. But he doesn’t even look up from his phone when I find him at the kitchen counter.
“We have rules, Logan.”
I tsk. I should’ve known better. “Some rules should be broken.”
“There’s no place for nipples in the kitchen.” He takes a bite of the banana in his hand, making even that look sexy. It’s everything he does, I swear.
I stand there for a moment longer, willing him to look at me, but all he does is… continue to put that banana in his mouth. “You know…” I pause, waiting for him to look at me, but I’m apparently not as tempting to him as he is to me. Rude.
“Yes?”
“I’ve got something banana-shaped you can—”
“Logan,” he warns, giving me a side eye that tells me this isn’t gonna happen how I want it to.
“I mean, I do. You can even bite it if you—”
“Get outta here, you freak!” He laughs and pushes at my stomach, but my resolve to be near him is too strong for one wimpy shove to get rid of me. Instead, I use that contact to my advantage, grabbing his outstretched arm to pull him closer.
“You’re wearing makeup.”
“Not… it’s not a lot,” he says softly, nervous if I had to guess.
“Looks good.”
“Yeah?” he asks, pulling out that cutesy, shy act of his that I happen to adore.
He really does look good. Always does, no makeup necessary, but the bit he has on makes it all more noticeable. His eyelashes look longer and darker, the contrast making the blue in his eyes stand out. Flushed cheeks—but not their usual color. It’s adorable and sexy and right in front of me.
My favorite part is his lips. They look shiny, more pink than they tend to be. Extra kissable.
But when I try, he pulls back. “It’s a plumping gloss. Trust me, you don’t want that on your lips.”
I frown. Maybe he’s right, but mostly I think it’d be worth it. “You could take it off,” I suggest.
“You could go get dressed,” he quips back. “Don’t pout.”
“I’m not.” But my voice tells me that I definitely am. “Fine. But don’t eat bananas like that.”
“There’s no other way to eat them.”
“Well… then don’t eat bananas. It’s making me feel left out.
” I’m kidding. Kind of. But as crazy as it sounds, it sort of does.
I mean, I envy that fruit at least a little bit.
It probably has more to do with the way he keeps rejecting all my advances.
It’s just… if he has time to eat a snack, why couldn’t it be me?
I’m being ridiculous, but there’s simply no other way to be where Baby’s concerned. And he’s got makeup on—letting me see more pieces of him. No more hiding. Shit turns me on, and that’s not my fault.