Chapter 40
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A little drunk and a lot overwhelmed, all I want to do is lie down until I sober up a little.
My head is spinning as I stumble through the engine bay and up the stairs, flashes of dancing with Brex and Logan playing on repeat in my head like a broken record.
Brex, with all his warmth and charm, big hands grazing into the side of my dress as he guided me across the floor. Always confident. Always playful. Whispering dirty promises in my ear.
And when Logan cut in on Alan, something shifted in the air. His dark intensity is the polar opposite of Brex’s playful seduction. The way his eyes blazed into mine—like I was his to claim—made my heart turn over in my chest.
My phone buzzes in my clutch, and I fumble to pull it out, nearly dropping it on the stairs.
brEX
You okay?
Yes, sorry. Needed some air.
brEX
Want me to come get you?
No. I’m fine. I’m just going to hang out here at the station for a while.
brEX
Okay, Pretty. Let me know if you need anything.
Tucking my phone away, I quickly make my way through the lounge and into the kitchen. The combination of too much champagne and emotional whiplash is making my stomach churn.
Only the light above the stove guides my path to the refrigerator.
Tugging it open, I grab the pitcher of water and set it on the counter. Taking a glass from the shelf, I fill it, downing it in several long gulps, the cool liquid soothing my parched throat.
“I thought I told you that you weren’t to step foot in this station until your next shift.”
A deep, unexpected gravelly voice comes at me from behind, making me nearly drop the glass.
Clutching it to my chest, I spin around to see Logan, hands tucked casually in his pockets.
“I told you. I needed some air...”
Logan hums, a low, sexy sound that vibrates through my bones as he slowly starts stalking toward me.
“I think you need more than just air, Angel.”
A sense of déjà vu hits: Logan standing shirtless in this very spot, water dripping onto his chest, morning wood more than obvious. My breath catches as he closes the distance between us, plucks the glass from my hands and sets it down on the counter.
“Logan.” I press my palms flat against his chest. “We’re not the only ones here right now.”
“Night crew is asleep.” His voice is rough and soaked in whiskey, and it makes my thighs clench.
Palm pressing against my sternum, he walks me backward until I’m up against a wall.
“You like me watching you with Brex, don’t you?” His lips quirk. “Figured you’d mess with my head a little?”
I might hate his smug face right now, but I’d still sit on it.
“Why? Are you jealous?” I tilt my chin up in defense, refusing to back down even though my heart is rioting. “I mean, you said you don’t want to be with me, so—”
Suddenly, he’s all up in my face, green eyes blazing.
“That’s the problem, Angel.” His tone makes it sound like he’s in pain. “I do want to be with you.”
He twists away, raking a hand through his hair in frustration. “I can’t be fraternizing with someone I work with. It’s not ethical.”
“But is it actually against the rules?”
Shoulders tensing, he stares at the floor for a long, agonizing moment before hanging his head in defeat. Letting out a deep, ragged sigh, he turns to look at me. The war he’s been fighting against since the moment I walked back into his life blazes in his eyes.
“No,” he admits quietly. “It’s not.”
“Then what’s really stopping you?” I ask. Champagne buzzes in my veins, emboldening my courage to push buttons I know need to be pushed. “It’s because of what happened with your ex, isn’t it?”
Something akin to hurt flashes in his eyes before it’s gone and his gaze darkens, narrowing in on me.
Slowly, he moves into my space again, cupping my chin in the palm of his hand. “I walked in on my college girlfriend getting railed by some douchebag from my science class.”
Stunned, I suck in a breath. “Shit. I—”
“No.” His grip firms. “I don’t want to talk about the past right now.” Bending at the waist, he wraps his beefy arms around my thighs, tossing me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “I want you naked.”
The door to Logan’s office bounces off the wall. Setting me down on the floor, he kicks the door closed and throws the lock, sealing us in together.
My breath comes out in harsh pants, betraying how turned on I am by his caveman antics.
Eyes dark with intent, he moves into me, backing me up until my ass hits the edge of his desk. “You’ve been driving me crazy all night.”
“That was kind of the point.”
A growl rumbles as his hands find my waist, fingers digging in.
“Brex set this whole thing up, didn’t he? Did this on purpose.” His voice is rough, accusatory.
I bite my lower lip. “Why does it matter?”
“Because I’m about to do something I can’t take back.” His thumbs trace circles on my hips. “You’re a distraction. A temptation. One I’ve been fighting against for weeks.”
My breath catches. “Then stop fighting. I need you to.”
With a groan, Logan crashes his mouth against mine. The kiss is desperate, hungry as his hands slide up my sides.
Fingers finding the single strap of my halter dress, he gives it a rough tug, exposing my breasts.
“Fuck,” he breathes against my lips, palming one, giving it a squeeze.
His thumb brushes across my nipple, making me arch into his touch. “Please.”
Eyes darkening with lust, he takes in my exposed skin before bending down to take a nipple into his mouth.
A moan escapes my lips as Logan’s mouth works its magic. The wet heat of his tongue sends electric currents straight to my core. My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him against me as he sucks and nips, sending waves of pleasure radiating throughout my body.
“Logan,” I gasp.
Large, rough hands move to slide up my thighs, bunching the fabric of my dress, fingers brushing against my skin, making me shiver in response.
“You’re not wearing any panties,” he growls against my neck.
My core clenches as heat floods my cheeks. I can’t speak.
He straightens, towering over me. “You’ve been walking around like that? Pantyless? All fucking night?”
“I did it for you,” I whisper. “And Brex.”
With a growl, Logan pushes the dress up to my waist, picks me up and sets me on top of his desk, exposing me completely. His gaze burns a trail down my body, lingering on the apex of my thighs.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, spreading my legs wider.
My breath catches as he drops to his knees.
“What are you—”
His tongue cutting a path from my entrance to my clit cuts me off, replacing it with a strangled moan. Then, giving it a quick swirl with the tip, he sucks it into his mouth.
The pleasure is so intense, so sudden, a scream—raw and loud—rips from my throat, echoing off the walls.
Logan breaks away, glancing up at me from between my legs, a small, dark smile tipping one corner of his mouth.
“You gonna wake the whole station, Angel?”
I bite my lip. “Don’t stop.”
“If you can’t keep quiet,” he whisper-growls, “I’m going to have to punish you. And trust me, Angel, that’s not what you want right now.”
His words send a fresh wave of heat flooding between my thighs.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I pant.
Heat flares in his eyes as he hooks my legs over his broad shoulders and dives in.
His mouth seals over my clit, tongue flat, relentless as he sucks hard enough to make my vision blur.
Pressing on large hand against my stomach, he pins me to the desk, making it clear he’s not going to let me squirm away as he slides his other hand down, fingers trailing through my slick folds before thrusting two thick fingers inside.
The pleasure builds rapidly as Logan works me with his mouth and fingers. I’m lost in a haze of sensation, my hips bucking against his face as he curls his fingers inside me, finding that perfect spot, stars exploding, blurring my vision.
I whimper, threading my fingers through his hair, holding him against me as I fuck his mouth.
Increasing his pace, his tongue circles my clit, pumping his fingers faster, pushing the pressure of my climax to an unbearable peak, muscles seizing as I teeter on the edge of sanity.
“Come for me, Angel,” he growls, breath hot against my folds.
The command in his tone topples me over the precipice. My thighs squeeze, hands clenching in his hair as waves of pleasure crash over me. I have to bite down on my lip to keep from screaming as my climax rips through me, leaving me trembling and breathless.
But Logan doesn’t stop, slowing to a gentle lap of his tongue against my sensitive bud, drawing out every last tremor until I’m squirming away.
With one final lick, he pulls back, lips glistening with my arousal.
Rising to his full height, he broods down at me. Gaze locked with mine, he shrugs off his captain’s jacket and tosses it onto his desk chair.
Next, he practically rips at the buttons of his shirt before yanking it off his shoulders, flinging it on top of his jacket.
My mouth goes dry at the sight.
Holy. Balls.
I swear he’s gotten bigger since the last time I saw him like this. If that’s even possible.
Corded muscle flexes in his forearms and biceps as his hands drop to his belt, fingers slowly working at the buckle, making my pulse hammer an erratic beat in my throat. Lowering his zipper, he shoves his pants down along with his boxer briefs.
“You sure about this, Angel?” His voice is rough, wrecked, but his eyes—piercing and green—are locked on mine with an intensity that pins me to the desk like a butterfly under glass as he gives his cock a couple of slow, lazy tugs.
Lifting my hands to my breasts, I palm them, pushing them together before pinching my nipples. A sharp, sweet jolt of pleasure-pain shoots straight to my core, and I can’t help the small, breathy moan that escapes my lips.
“Are you?” I murmur, spreading my legs.
As my thighs fall open, something dark and feral flashes across his face.