Chapter 49
Chapter
Forty-Nine
Salem
Our kisses heat quickly.
Logan’s lips are warm and familiar, but there’s a desperation in the way they move now. It’s like he’s trying to remind me that he’s alive, trying to make me feel it. And God, I do. My fingers fist his shirt, dragging him closer as I exhale a shaky breath through my nose.
I truly believed he was gone forever, and now he's here and he's alive and so fucking beautiful it makes my heart hurt.
His hands slide around my waist, carefully dancing up my spine, but I don’t want to be gentle right now.
Not after spending all these weeks in a state of slow decay, only surviving moment to moment out of habit.
I plunge my tongue into his mouth and pour every aching, lonely second of the last four months into the kiss.
He gasps, and when he lifts me into his arms before pinning my back to the wall, I let him. I let myself feel again. Feel his hot mouth trailing down my jaw, my throat. Feel the way his fingers curl into the waistband of my shorts, silently asking permission, teeth grazing my collarbone.
“Tell me you want this,” he groans into my skin. “Tell me you missed me as much as I missed you.”
I wrap my legs around him tightly. “I missed you so fucking much it hurts.”
Logan closes his eyes like the confession pains him, and when they open again, there’s something broken behind them, something that matches the way I’ve felt since the day he left me. “I thought I’d never get to touch you again.”
Threading my fingers through his hair, I tug just enough to make him whimper. “You almost didn’t. So let's not waste it.”
Then we’re kissing once more, harder, hungrier. As if we can kiss our way through the wreckage of our lives and come out whole on the other side.
He pulls away for only a moment to yank my shirt off, but the sight of my necklace makes him pause. “You kept it,” he breathes, voice thick with emotion.
My pulse thuds in my ears as I glance down at the wedding ring he slipped onto my finger beneath the blinking neon lights of that cheap Vegas chapel. “I never took it off, even when I hated you. Even when I thought you were gone forever.”
He touches the metal band softly. “Fuck, Salem…”
Holding his gaze, I reach behind my neck and unclasp the chain, letting the ring fall into my palm.
“Until I can get back home, none of this matters.
In the eyes of the law, we're still husband and wife.
I want to treat this moment like our wedding night and show you how empty I've been without you.”
His eyes shudder. For a split second, I catch a glimpse of that boyish awe in his features—the one from prom when he couldn't keep his attention off of me. “You sure? Because if you put that ring back on, I’m not holding back.”
I slide the warm metal all the way down until it rests snug against my knuckle. “Then don’t.”
Just like that, he’s on me, mouth crashing into mine with a fervor that steals every ounce of air from my lungs. Hands are everywhere, Logan’s breath hot against my throat as he presses me into the wall like he’s been dreaming of this moment for months.
The hard ridge of his cock grinds between my legs. Teeth, lips, tongue, all fusing into a tortured rhythm, and I moan when he slips a hand beneath my bra to pinch a nipple.
“You're so beautiful,” he murmurs, pulling my tit free before dipping down for a bite. “Perfect, and soft, and mine.”
With a snort, I unhook my ankles and drop to the floor to remove my shorts. “I think you misconstrue the meaning of ‘just friends.’”
“Doesn't matter.” He picks me up again, lips tracing a path between my tits. “Wherever you go, or whoever you're with, you're still mine because we belong to each other.”
The conviction in his tone has my heart skipping a beat, but I watch him with a raised brow as he rubs my clit through the thin cotton of my underwear. “Jesus, when did you get so strong? How are you holding me up right now?”
“Physical therapy. I've been building muscle.”
Shame twists in my gut for leaving him to deal with that on his own, but there's nothing I can do about it now. I can't change the past. “Does this ‘belonging to each other’ apply to you, too? Are you mine, Logan? No matter what?”
“Always,” he swears, shifting my underwear to the side. His eyes stay on mine when he runs a finger through my slick heat.
A moan tries to leave my throat, but I swallow it down and widen my thighs for him instead. “Yeah? Even when you're with Dev?”
That makes him freeze. A shadow crosses his features before he glances down between us. “Devon is… complicated. He wasn't happy when I told him I was coming after you. That guy's got some serious issues to work out.”
“Don't we all,” I huff, rolling my hips over the finger that he slips inside of me. “But if you wanted him? Or anyone else? We still belong to each other?”
Logan lifts his head, meeting my gaze. “I didn’t come back from the dead to live a lie, Salem.
Not again.” His thumb brushes my clit so maddeningly slow that I could scream.
“Dev was a moment. A messy, beautiful, painful moment.
If he ever reaches out after working on his shit, then maybe.
But you're still for me, and I'm still for you. Even then. Is that enough?”
I don’t know whether to kiss him or cry, because fuck, that kind of trust and devotion carves me open.
“Okay,” I whisper, pushing up the hem of his shirt. “Then let’s stop trying to figure out what we are. Let's just be.”
My husband ghosts his lips over mine. “Just Salem and Logan. Good friends.”
A laugh bursts out of me. “Best friends, actually.”
“Great pals. Old buds.” Humor graces his features when he lets his pants hit the floor. “Close chums.”
“Mm, closer than most, I'd say.” I press a hand to his stomach, running it over the soft line of hair trailing down to his underwear before tugging the material down. His hard cock springs free, long and smooth beneath my fingertips. My mouth waters when a drop of precum leaks from the tip.
Fuck, I want to taste him. But I also need to get him inside of me.
“Salem.”
My name falls from his lips like a prayer. I take his mouth again, kissing him deeply as I position his length at my dripping entrance. He thrusts forward suddenly, burying himself to the hilt in one fell swoop, and I claw at his shoulders with a gasp.
“Told you I wouldn't hold back,” he chuckles, licking down my jaw. “I'm going to fuck my wife through this wall until she can’t walk straight.”
“Oh my god.”
He pulls out before slamming back in, fucking me at an almost punishing pace. All I can do is hang on tight, thread my fingers through his hair, and let him get out months—if not years—of pent-up sexual frustration.
Each thrust slaps his pelvis against my clit just right, and I moan when he dives for my throat, sucking marks into my skin. “Where… Where is this coming from? I used to have to… mmm… force you to talk dirty.”
He laughs as his fingers pluck at my nipples. “I had four months to think about all the things I wanted to do to you, Salem. My imagination ran wild.”
Now that piques my interest. “Oh, do tell—” A yelp leaves my throat when he tips us backward onto the bed. I land on top of him, but before I can get my bearings, he tosses me around like a ragdoll and manhandles me until my ass is in the air. “Jesus Christ, Loge.”
“This was always a fantasy of mine,” he groans, yanking my underwear off before sliding back inside.
I cry out into the comforter when the angle puts him at just the right spot, my hips meeting his movements thrust for thrust. He reaches around to play with my clit, gathering my wetness, but his touch soon disappears.
As soon as I feel it trailing down my crease, I tense and glance over my shoulder to find him enraptured with the way I'm taking his cock.
“This okay?” he asks, his thumb slightly swirling around my asshole.
Realizing what he's asking, I relax and drop my forehead to the mattress. “Yeah. Fine.”
This is unexplored territory for us. Usually I'm the one playing with his ass, not the other way around. Anal has never been my thing, but tonight I want it all with him. I want to experience everything we nearly lost.
“Call Colorado if you change your mind,” he murmurs, slowing his pace to gently guide his thumb inside. It's a bit uncomfortable at first, but when I hear him spit to loosen me up, a shiver of pleasure shoots down my spine. This is so fucking filthy.
“Are you alright?”
I only respond with a moan. A gasp leaves my throat when he sinks deeper into my ass.
“Mm, fuck,” I breathe, rocking my hips so that I'm riding both his thumb and cock at the same time.
“Yeah? You like this?” Logan's free hand comes around to cup my tit. “You like being double-stuffed?”
Fisting the blanket, my walls clench around his shaft. I want more—I need more. “Harder. Please.”
With a muttered curse, he releases my nipple and grabs my waist before proceeding to fuck me into the mattress, just like I want. His thumb keeps me plugged, cock hitting my g-spot with every thrust and before I know it, I'm screaming through my teeth as I come so hard I see stars.
Logan follows soon after, spilling inside of me with that satisfied whimper I never thought I'd hear again. I wish I could record it and keep it in a file to listen to at night when I miss him.
Once he's finished, he pulls out as I catch my breath, eyes fluttering closed in exhaustion. The mattress dips like he's getting to his feet, and I turn in time to see him drop to his knees before he yanks me to the edge of the bed by my hips.
“What are you—” My words cut off into a shocked yelp when he licks a wet line from clit to crack, and then he devours my ass like it’s his last fucking meal. All it takes is one soft touch on my clit before I’m moaning through another orgasm on his tongue.
“Logan! Warn a girl next time, holy shit.”
“I always wanted to do that,” he laughs, wiping his filthy mouth before collapsing onto the bed beside me. When his eyes meet mine, he does a double-take. A slow grin spreads across his face. “Are you… blushing?”
I huff, turning around to hide my flaming cheeks in my arms. “No, it's called afterglow. You made me come so hard.”
“Yeah, I did.”
Despite rolling my eyes, I can't help but smile at the pride in his voice.
When I look at him again, our gazes lock. His expression softens as he reaches out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Was it good, then? The honeymoon you always dreamed of?”
Emotion swells in my throat, and I have to clear it a few times in order to answer. “I never dreamed of having one, but if I did… yeah. It would be just like this. Just me and you.”
Logan leans in to press his forehead to mine. We breathe each other in, his fingers trailing up and down my back. “For what it's worth,” he murmurs, kissing the tip of my nose, “you would have made a beautiful bride. I'm glad you were my wife, even for just a moment.”
I try to blink away the tears that spring to my eyes, but it’s useless. They slide down my cheeks against my will as I press closer to the man I loved enough to let go. “Me too. If it had to be anyone, Logan… I'm happy it was you.”