Chapter 6
August
I couldn’t believewhat was happening right now. I’d let some of the firefighters use me as a victim in a mock drill before, but they trained for it. I wasn’t as tall or as muscled as Logan, but I was solid. Lifting patients all day for years meant I wasn’t a wilting flower.
Yet, he handled me as if I was. My secret crush carried me through the hallways, leading us toward his office. I had been there a handful of times, and I knew why he selected it. His office had a spanking bench, a leather couch and implements personal to him. Logan even had a suite added a few years ago after the club became successful, but I’d never been invited to see it. Rumor had it that there was a four-poster bed, a shower equipped with a waterfall head, and a garden tub. If I wasn’t over his shoulder, I might ask him what other sort of things were housed inside, but I was breathless from the wicked anticipation of what came next.
He kicked the door shut behind us and it locked. Even though there were limited people with a key, and everyone had already gone home for the night, I was thankful for the extra security.
When he set me down, I had a moment to catch a glimpse of his eyes before he turned me around, pushing my hands out and across his desk. It wasn’t a familiar position, but I kept still. Logan’s hands were underneath me, undoing my belt and unzipping my zipper, shoving my pants to my thighs. He removed my shoes, socks and pants while my thoughts raced.
“Most people buy me dinner first,” I joked.
“I’m not most people,” he retorted. “Don’t speak unless I give you permission.”
“I don’t agree with whatever is happening here, Logan.”
“Implied consent. I told you exactly what would happen if you cursed at me again. You have your safeword and your colors.”
“I’ve never been spanked.” My tone came out scared and whiny rather than the stern tone I used at the club when I was on the other side of this equation. Logan clasped his hand across my mouth and leaned across my body flattening me against the desk. No one had ever made me whimper but he pulled the sound easily from my lips.
“The only words you are allowed until I say so are your colors, your safeword, ‘Yes, Sir’ or ‘No, Sir’. Am I understood, August?”
Despite all my protests, I desperately craved whatever he was about to give me. Nodding, I finally answered a muffled, “Yes, Sir.”
Logan dropped his hand and moved behind me, slapping either side of my ass hard. I groaned from the sharp bite of pain. His palm was not light, and we’d barely started. I also realized with growing certainty that what we were doing was far away from a scene. No, it felt personal. He repeated the pattern multiple times, shifting his target to my upper thighs, then back to my ass. It hurt, but something about his handling of me soothed something deep inside. My soul? I didn’t know at the moment, but it might be the right answer. He spanked me hard and fast, but not for long.
Logan kneading his knuckles into the soft, fleshy part of my ass caused me to wince from the unexpected flair of pain. I closed my eyes, begging myself not to sass. Don’t egg him on. I’d already bratted enough to last a lifetime, not just tonight, but for the past few weeks. I’d thought my subtle and sometimes not-so-subtle behaviors and poking had gone unnoticed. I was wrong.
“What color are you, August?”
I considered myself an experienced Dom but never on the receiving end of anything unless it was a demo of some sort. “I’m still green, Sir.”
“Good boy,” he praised.
“Thank you, Sir.” Did I have a praise kink? My cock hardened, painfully pressing against his desk. Why did I want him to call me a good boy all the time? What the hell was wrong with me tonight? I was not submissive. And not into men, huh? Logan’s statement from earlier scrolled through my head like a program on a marquee.
He patted my hip. “Are you ready to apologize yet?”
“No, Sir.”
“How unfortunate for you,” he concluded. “Stay here. Don’t move.”
I really wished I had lied to him and forced some semblance of an apology out of my clumsy mouth instead of telling him the truth. And yet, I could not deny how badly I wanted Logan to absolutely dominate me, spank my ass until it glowed red, and then kiss me like I was the air he needed to breathe.
Stupid.
I’d never admit it, so he would never know. I was tired of pretending to be someone I wasn’t, and yet I did not know how to overcome my nerves. My family had been labeled snobs, outsiders, and the like, since we’d moved here. Well, no. That wasn’t fair. A handful of people had said it and none of them were like the people I met here at the club. Creekside Lounge remained one of the only places in town where I felt truly free and at peace. If I said any of that to Logan, he would have helped me settle in when I first moved here. Instead, I admired him on the sidelines. Friendly, but not friends. I rolled my neck on my shoulders, anticipating whatever my crush had in store for me.
“Answer me limit or kink,” he commanded as he returned to the desk. “Understood?”
I glanced at him. He looked good from this angle too. “Yes, Sir.”
“Rope.”
“Limit.”
“Leather cuffs.”
“Clarification.”
“Go ahead.”
“During a scene or during sex?”
Logan chuckled. “I’m talking about a scene, not sex, but tell me both.”
“During a scene it would be a limit, during sex it’s a kink.” Why the hell was I telling him about what I could be into in the bedroom? I’d let a few of my submissives use cuffs on me and though it had been hot at the time, they wound up getting a little too into it. It left them feeling like they were in charge instead of me and ultimately, I had to stop doing it. Logan would already be in control, so the issue was moot.
“Very good,” he finally answered. “Limit or kink? Butt plug.”
“Clarification.”
“Denied. Answer limit or kink.”
I knew what he was doing because I played this game with many submissives in the same way. It would tell the Dominant quickly if there were any sort of limits he needed to know about. Well, that and the negotiation portion that I had inevitably skipped. “Unknown.”
Logan pressed something hard to my left ass cheek. It felt cool and solid. Four well-placed strikes bounced off my butt with precise precision. It should be illegal to aim so well.
“Ow! That fucking hurt!” I drummed my feet up and down. I did not enjoy the pain presented via whatever the hell kind of material the paddle was made of.
“Color?”
“Yellow.” I groaned out the word in between breaths. “I forgot I can just say a color. I’m learning.”
“Breathe, August.”
I nodded and did as he said, taking a minute to gather my thoughts as Logan rubbed my head. The gesture soothed my nerves even more than his palm. “Can you please tell me what implement you used so I can list it as a limit immediately, Sir?”
“Lexan paddle.”
“Giant limit.”
“Got it. Now tell me if a butt plug is a limit or a kink for you.” Logan rubbed my shoulders until the tension eased. Oh fuck. His hands were magical. Of course they were. Was there anything about this man that I wasn’t into?
“Kink but only in private not in public.” It took me a few seconds to realize I forgot his title. “Sir.”
“Good boy. It’s so much better when you answer my question the first time. Let’s keep going. Blindfold?”
“Kink, Sir.”
He moved his hand to my neck and upward until his fingers were in my hair. I wanted more. Logan stroked my hair, pulling it on occasion and I grunted.
“Silk ties.” He threw out the next item as if ticking off a list. “Limit or kink?”
“I’ve used them, Sir, but I don’t know if I’d like them as a restraint.”
“Noted.”
He helped me to straighten and slowly turned me around. I felt my pulse on the tip of my tongue as I stared deep into his eyes. Did he know looking into his eyes was a form of torture? What would he do if I kissed him?
Stop it.
I looked from his mouth to his eyes and back. “It’s getting pretty late.”
“I’m used to being up late and you work overnight shifts on the regular, but nice try. Are you ready to apologize yet?”
“Yes, Sir.” It wasn’t entirely true, but if he kept pushing me, spanking me, and asking me questions I’d easily cave to his dominance. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that.
Logan pointed at the floor. “Get on your knees.”
There was something incredibly humbling and arousing about prostrating myself in front of him. I slowly looked upward.
Leaning down, he took my face in between his hands, patiently waiting for me to speak. “I apologize for cursing at you, Sir. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful.”
“You’re forgiven. Why did you curse at me in the first place?”
I swallowed hard, wishing I wasn’t such a coward when it came to men. Chatting up women? Dating them? Complimenting them? Being their Daddy? Check. Check. Check. Check. Admitting I wanted to be treated the same way I treated my submissives? Nope. Neither my best friends Reed or Kingston, nor my brother, Tristan, knew the truth. I was lying to myself again. After a party one night I’d confessed everything. Thankfully they respected me and cared about me enough to never speak a word of it. All three of them openly dated men , but I kept that part of me closely guarded.
After thirty seconds of looking at Logan, I blew out my breath. “I’d rather not talk about it.”
“And where has not talking about it gotten you?”
“On my knees in your office, apparently.”
Logan thrust his hand into my hair against my scalp. Nothing good could come of it. He tugged hard, forcing me to stand awkwardly while my neck craned at an odd angle. Our height difference never mattered before, but it mattered now. “Why do snarky replies keep falling out of your mouth, August?”
“Maybe I’m hoping you’ll do something about it, Sir.”
“You’re hoping I’ll do something to quiet your mouth? Is that what I’m hearing? Get specific or I’ll have to guess.”
“I wouldn’t want to make it easy for you, Sir.”
“I do love a challenge.”
Logan led me to the spanking bench, arranging me against the cushions without any pushback from me. Not that I could do much. He had the upper hand in so many ways. His hands were on the waistband of my tight, navy boxer-briefs, jerking them down to my knees before I could protest. His palm cracked across the expanse of my ass, each hard strike pulling a yelp from my mouth. Despite the pain and the unusual way, we started, I stayed in place. Over and over his hand targeted my muscled butt cheeks, down to my sit-spots and up again. My skin felt hot and uncomfortable but his handling of me aroused me to my core. Logan offered temporary reprieve and rubbed both sides of my burning ass. I grunted from the mixture of pain and pleasure, overwhelmed by everything currently happening.
Slumped against the spanking bench, I could barely lift my head. “Sir,” I whispered pitifully, my cock rock hard in between my legs, adding to my overall predicament.
“Yes, August?”
“Orange?”
“Is that some mixture of yellow and red?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Logan carefully fixed my boxers, rubbing my back as he did. Orange wasn’t a word we’d agreed on or even mentioned, but I didn’t want to say my safeword, and I certainly didn’t want our time to end. I should have negotiated properly. If only hindsight wasn’t twenty-twenty.
He assisted me off the bench, supporting the weight of my body and helping me to sit on the sofa against the wall. I said nothing, trapped between desperately wanting to curl up against him and fighting the urge to run out of his office.
“Stay here a second,” Logan said gruffly.
I couldn’t move even if I wanted to and yet part of me still wanted to leave. Every nerve in my body hummed with arousal. A water bottle was pressed to my lips. I drank it like I’d been wandering in the desert for days and it was the first sip of liquid to ever pass my throat. My stomach churned, bringing an audible groan to my lips. “Crap.” My voice sounded like I’d swallowed sandpaper.
“Easy. Take small sips,” he commanded.
I slowed down, enjoying the feeling of him holding the bottle to my mouth. Logan wrapped a blanket around me and pulled me against his side. It wasn’t enough. I heard a wrapper crinkling and turned my head toward the sound. Logan fed me something. Chocolate. Really, really good chocolate. I opened my mouth for another bite, eating the candy without thinking about how raw and vulnerable I felt, as if I were in the recurring dream where I was completely naked in the middle of town.
“Sir,” I croaked. I hated to be perceived as needy or clingy but right now I needed to tell him how to get me out of what felt like subspace. I’d observed it dozens of times. Anyone I topped in a scene had to discuss aftercare. I also helped others through it after separate scenes. I was incredibly lucky that Logan had as much knowledge as he did. He caressed my cheek.
“What else do you need, August?”
It seemed to take me forever to answer him even though I trusted him to take care of me. “Touching. A lot of touching. Please?”
“I’ve got you. It’s okay to relax now,” he assured in a low, husky tone.
Logan shifted our positions until he could hold me against his chest. His arms wrapped around my body, and I curled into him, thankful for his understanding regardless of my piss-poor explanation. He rubbed my head, neck, shoulders and massaged my back. The ringing in my ears slowly faded to a gentle roar. I had no idea how long we stayed there, but finally the fog lifted. I blinked a few times and made the mistake of looking up into his face. Logan raised his eyebrows as he stared at me.
“Are you feeling better, August?”’
“I think so.”
Neither of us made a move to leave our current position. He moved his hand to my hair and gently ran his fingers through it.
“Well, your snark seems to have disappeared for the night,” he remarked. “Next time we sit down and negotiate before a scene. I should have pressed that harder. I won’t make that mistake again.”
“I appreciate it, but to be fair, I wasn’t in the mood for talking.”
“Are you in the mood for it now?”
“No, Sir.”
The corners of his mouth twitched, and a brilliant smile broke across his lips. He looked so attractive from this view. Logan sat up and I had no choice but to follow, swallowing hard because I didn’t know what to expect.
“You can call me Logan for the rest of the night. Now, if you don’t want to have an in-depth conversation with me about the choices you made earlier, then what do you want to do?”
“Not make any more decisions tonight,” I said, shocked at how easily my confession came. “If you ask me questions, my mouth is going to run. I can’t guarantee I won’t say something snarky again.”
Logan traced his fingers along my jawline. His touch sparked the arousal as if he’d lit a match. He glanced at my mouth for longer than polite then locked his gorgeous eyes on mine.
“Your ass might be able to handle another round on my bench, but I don’t think your head will be able to. Would you like me to keep your attitude at bay in a different manner?”
After denying my desires for so long, I fully and completely caved to his dominance. “Yes, Logan.”
“Good.”
He leaned into me and suddenly his mouth was on mine, kissing me sensually. I lost myself in the sensation, returning his passion with fervor. Logan threaded his hand into my hair at the back of my neck, pulling me closer. He slid his tongue inside my mouth, and I moaned. He tasted better than I’d imagined. I loved the way the scruff of his beard rubbed against my cheek; it was softer than it looked. I wrapped my arms around his body as we made out, beyond thrilled that my first kiss with a man was with him.
Logan pulled away far enough to catch my gaze and break the kiss without losing distance. It took a lot of control not to beg him to take me into his lap and hold me again.
“I’m not sorry for cursing at you, Logan. However, I didn’t mean to be disrespectful,” I managed. “As badly as I wanted to tell you some of the things on my mind, I haven’t been able to share them freely.”
“Do it again and I’ll wash your mouth out with soap,” he threatened. “I don’t care about swearing in general but when it’s combined with that haughty little attitude flying out of your mouth? That’s when I don’t appreciate it.”
“Fine, fine.” I would have agreed to almost anything. Logan flirted naturally. He had charisma, charm, and an intoxicating scent. My mouth watered and I wanted to taste him again. I exhaled a long, drawn-out breath. “Kiss me.”
“That sounded like a demand. Are you confused? I’m not submissive outside of my club, and I’m sure as hell not submissive inside it.”
“Will you please kiss me again?”
“I didn’t even need to make you beg this time.”
“I’ve never begged for anything in my life but if you tell me to, I will.”
“You’re so fucking hot, August.”
He claimed my mouth, rougher than he had the first time, biting my bottom lip and sucking on it. Logan tipped my head back, licking a long line from my jaw to my throat and into the sweet hollow of my neck. I shivered when he traveled upward again.
“Are you single, Logan?”
“Yes, but I thought you weren’t into men.”
“I’ve been attracted to you since the first time I met you.”
He chuckled, a hearty, throaty sound. “I thought you didn’t like me. You’re such a naughty little thing, aren’t you? You should have said something sooner.”
“What, and deny you the challenge you adore so much?” I rubbed his shoulders, marveling over how relaxed and at ease he was. I felt like my entire body was knotted with tension despite the release he’d granted me. He kissed me again, but it was too brief for my liking. My erection strained against the confines of my boxer-briefs and I shifted slightly into a more comfortable position.
“Mmmhmm,” he muttered. “What are you hoping for right now? A hook-up?”
“I’m tired of casual sex.”
“Ah. So, you want formal sex?”
“I’ve never been spanked by anyone, and I’ve never done anything sexual with a man. No, I’ve been stuffing my emotions and desires deep down into the pit of my belly for my entire life. I don’t think I’m ready to receive… uh, well… you.”
“Yet, you’ve used plugs on yourself for years. Haven’t you?”
My heart stopped beating for a second, and my mouth fell open. “How the fuck did you know that? Do you have a secret handbook on me or something?”
His eyes darkened. “What did I say about cursing at me?”
“I… I wouldn’t… I didn’t curse at you.” I stumbled over my words. It was all Logan’s fault. The dominance oozing out of his pores had me on edge. He squeezed my cheeks together with his hand.
“Didn’t you?”
I stared at him for a moment, and he released his hold so I could speak. “Technically, I used the word fuck as a noun rather than a verb this time.”
“So much sass tonight. Maybe I should teach you how I like my dick sucked and see if that calms you down. Filling your mouth should stop any more attitude from sprouting out.”
I winked. “Well, if you’re up for it.”
Immediately regretting my cocky reply, I inwardly groaned. Didn’t I know better than to tempt the man sitting next to me? He would unravel me, and all my carefully structured responses would be moot. I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. My brain ignored the memo. Logan undid the buckle of his belt, pulling it through the loops and tossing it on the couch next to us while maintaining eye contact. He unzipped his pants and stroked his cock. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his hand. Shyness came over me when I saw he wore nothing underneath his jeans.
“Wrap your sexy mouth around my cock like a good boy. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”
My bravado slipped again as it had done so many times tonight. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Figure it out.”
Allowing myself another moment of vulnerability, I sighed. “I have no idea how to start.”
“Come here.”
My feet had a mind of their own because in seconds I was on the floor between his legs.
“Wet your lips,” he commanded in a softer tone than he’d previously used.
I licked my lips and wrapped my hand around the base of his cock using the leverage of my position to my advantage. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, and I risked a glance at him.
“Use those lips to cover your teeth and relax your jaw as much as you can.”
I took him into my mouth glancing at his face again, hoping for some sign of approval.
“Good boy.”
His praise fueled me. I sucked on him the motion like what I’d used to practice in the secrecy of my room with a popsicle when I was in college. It seemed silly at the time, and I hoped I didn’t look foolish now. Logan stroked my hair.
“Just like that,” he encouraged. “You can be rougher if you want to be. You’re not going to hurt me.”
I tried to focus on the task at hand, but I was in an unusual headspace. There was something incredibly satisfying about sucking on Logan. He tasted amazing, or maybe I’d just been waiting for so long. Hoping he felt as good as I did, I took his cock deeper.
“Fuck, August,” he said in between heavy breaths. “You’re so good at that.”
I continued licking and sucking on his dick while rubbing my hand along his shaft.
“I’m going to come,” he announced. “If you’re not ready, you should stop, and I’ll finish myself off.”
Nothing short of an apocalyptic event that could have torn me away from my place against his body, on my knees, sucking his cock. I kept going. Logan released into my mouth, grunting as he did so. His hands were in my hair, tugging gently as I swallowed every drop. I glanced up at him since he had been very specific in his warning not to stop before he told me to.
“Get up here.”
I slid him out of my mouth, casually wiping my lips with the back of my hand.
Logan fixed his pants. “Are you poking at me again, August, or did you not hear me?”
“I heard you.” I climbed onto the sofa, not sure what to expect. It had been intimate but maybe this sort of thing happened to him all the time.
Logan pulled me close to him until I sat completely in his lap. “Do you want me to return the favor, August?”
“I’m not sure. To be honest, I’m feeling pretty raw and vulnerable, two things I hate feeling.” I hated admitting the feelings even more than I hated having them.
“We don’t have to do anything else.”
I stared at his handsome face. Did I want to feel Logan’s mouth on my cock? The answer was a resounding yes, but my head was spinning from everything we had already done. “I appreciate your offer more than I can say, but I’m exhausted.”
“Do you have anything to do tomorrow?”
“No, I’m off work. Some errands later in the afternoon, but nothing else.” My mind raced with possibilities.
Logan played with my hair, his eyebrows furrowed deep in thought.
If he let me, I would stay here on the couch in his office. My back wouldn’t love me in the morning, but it wouldn’t matter. Slowly he pushed me out of his arms, stood and held out his hand.
“Come with me.”
I opened my mouth, another snarky reply on my tongue when Logan kissed me again, preemptively shushing me. It worked. His tongue slid in between my lips, rough, probing, and filled with passion. He broke away first and held his hand out again. I didn’t say a word and firmly placed my hand in his. Logan tugged me to my feet, leading me out of his office and into another room. His private suite.
“I haven’t stayed here in a long time. Sometimes I rent it out to close friends,” he explained. “There’s plenty of space.”
I surveyed the suite, nodding admiringly. It was bigger than I’d pictured. A huge four-poster bed was on the far right-hand side. It showcased an intricate headboard. One you could easily attach cuffs, ropes, or whatever else you wanted to. There was a small hallway that led to the bathroom along with chairs piled with cushions and blankets along with a table and a few chairs. I saw a water cooler and realized I’d been paying attention to everything else in the room instead of Logan.
Clearing my throat, I returned my gaze to his. “I can make it home if I leave now.”
“You can either stay here or I can drive you home. If you choose the second option, I’ll pick you up tomorrow so you can get your car.”
Logan was taking his role as my Dom seriously, and he somehow knew I was not as with it as I may have appeared. Driving tired was one of the biggest causes of automobile accidents. I knew better. “Here is fine.”
“Good choice. Do you need something to wear?”
“Thanks, but I’ll be okay. Sometimes I get caught in less at the Firehouse while my uniform and backup uniform are washed and dried.”
Stripping off my t-shirt left me in a gray A-line tank and gray boxer-briefs. Logan flicked his gaze from the lower half of my body to my eyes. Heat rose to my cheeks, and I fought to keep a snarky challenge from falling out of my mouth.
“Karsyn asked me to kiss her tonight,” he mentioned.
I was thankful for the subject change, but not for the red-hot jealousy that shot through my veins. Which one of them was I jealous of? Both, I decided. But I didn’t say that, because that would be admitting weakness and that was something I didn’t do. Instead, I settled for getting more information. “Do you two know each other? She was practically begging for you to do something in the medical room without saying a word.”
“Karsyn stopped by my store last week. I helped her find a few toys and we seemed to have a bit of a spark. She moved out here about a year ago.”
And there went my resolve to not have an opinion. “Well, good for the both of you. Wish you had said something before I sucked you off,” I said haughtily. My tone sounded angry and jealous, things I didn’t typically feel when it came to relationships. Somehow, I did with them. Both of them.
I hadn’t expected him to mention Karsyn, something that confused me. I thought about what it might be like for the three of us to be in a relationship, but I’d barely admitted it to myself. Were the same wild thoughts playing through Logan’s mind?
“Karsyn said she didn’t want to wedge herself in between… us.”
“Did you ask her what she would think if we wanted her there?” The question came out unbidden, and the jealousy faded instantly. I wanted to know what she’d feel like in between us physically. Suddenly the weight of my words hit me. I had been poised to get into bed, but I spun around. Logan had already crossed the room and I wound up pressed against his chest.
“That’s not what I meant, Logan. I don’t know why I asked you such a stupid question.”
“It’s not stupid. I asked Karsyn the same question.”
Nope. A huge nope. Even though somehow it seemed like we were moving toward the exact connection I wanted, it was scary. I needed to quickly thwart this plan before I found myself on my knees again. “No, we aren’t a thing. A relationship,” I clarified. “And we never will be.”
“Before you tell me a million reasons why we can’t get into a relationship, give me a chance.”
Give him a chance? If he had any idea how very close I was to throwing myself at his feet and promising to be his good boy forever, he’d never let me live it down. Or maybe he would. Logan surprised the hell out of me tonight. I rubbed the back of my neck. The night had played out miles away from what I expected; it couldn’t get any wilder. Could it? I stared at his handsome face and finally let out a groan.
“I can’t entertain–”
“I will gag you so you can’t throw excuses or insecurities at me, August. At least until you think about it.”
Glaring, I shut my mouth with an audible smack. I did not want to push him. Not when he was about to give me what I’d been longing for. At least he sure sounded like he was about to offer it.
“Good boy,” he praised. “What I said to Karsyn is what I’ll say to you. I’ve been wanting a three-person relationship for longer than I can remember. I see the potential here with us. I’m on board.”
I opened my mouth to protest, and Logan stuck his thumb inside as if anticipating a rant. Something must have flickered across my face because he seemed to know I was about to start listing reasons why it wouldn’t work. Fuck. Well, he followed through with his threats. Good to know. I couldn’t say anything with Logan’s thumb firmly planted between my lips and I raised my eyebrows.
“I’m not going to push you into something you don’t want, August. However, there is a spark between the three of us. We should explore it. Don’t you think so?” Logan stroked one of the knuckles on his free hand along my cheek.
It took a lot of control not to bite him, but I knew doing so wouldn’t help us get to a good spot. And it sure as hell wouldn’t get him the answers to the questions he kept tossing in my direction.
“There’s no harm in seeing where we can go,” he continued. “If the two of you can trust me enough to balance us, I’d really love to embark into something new. And if it doesn’t work out, no harm, no foul. What do you say?” Logan winked.
I sighed around his thumb. Though I had been in the community for a long time, being on the other side of the equation was not something I’d anticipated. Wanted. But not anticipated. I sucked on his offending digit.
Logan grunted, slowly withdrawing it from in between my lips.
“Yes,” I said firmly.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Logan chuckled, then leaned in and kissed my cheek. “I love your answer, August, but which part are you saying yes to?”
My heart hammered in my chest, and I rested my head on his shoulder. He immediately ran his hands through my hair, soothing parts of me I hadn’t given voice to. “I agree with everything.”
“Good.”
“Now, I’m really tired. Can we go to bed?”
“Sure.”
Every muscle in my body seemed to relax at the same time. After so many years of fighting against my true desires, to finally secure at least the possibility of getting them drained me completely. Logan kissed my forehead, an incredibly tender gesture that brought tears to my eyes. He led me to the bed, stripped and climbed in next to me.
“Goodnight,” I said, unable to say anything else. Out of all the things we’d done so far, somehow this felt the most intimate.
“Sweet dreams, August.”
I allowed myself to find comfort in his arms. I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring but for tonight, I belonged to Logan. And that meant everything.