Chapter 5
Chapter Five
CASSIE
He grabs my hips and flips me onto my stomach like I weigh nothing, dragging me to the edge of the bed with a dark glint in his eye.
“I’m not done,” he growls, his voice low.
Before I can catch my breath, he’s back inside me—harder, deeper, splitting me open with a force that knocks a broken moan from my throat.
He grips my hips like he owns them, dragging me back onto him as he pounds into me from behind, each thrust sharp enough to make the bed creak and my knees buckle.
One hand clamps around my hip, fingers digging in like he wants to leave a mark. The other fists in my hair, yanking my head back until my spine bows and I’m gasping at the ceiling.
“Look at you,” he pants, voice wrecked with hunger. “Bent over for me. Taking every inch like you were made for it.”
My thoughts scatter—heat and pleasure and that brutal stretch all blending into something filthy and unstoppable. The slap of skin, the ragged sound of my breathing, the low growl in his chest as he slams into me again and again, blowing my back out so good, I can’t hold in the cries anymore.
“You feel that?” he snarls in my ear, hips snapping forward, relentless.
“So good,” is all I manage to moan, my hands clawing at the sheets, my body jerking under him with every punishing thrust. I swear I can feel him everywhere—inside me, around me—wrecking me in the best way I’ve ever known.
“You take it so fucking well,” he groans. “But you’re gonna take more. You’re gonna take all of it.”
I don’t hesitate.
“Then take it,” I whisper. “Wreck me.”
He freezes. Just for a second. Then I feel the change in him.
His body tightens. His grip turns rougher.
“You said you want to be taken,” he says, voice thick with hunger. “You want to be my toy tonight?”
I nod, gasping. “Please.”
He pulls out, chest rising hard and fast. Stalks around the bed like a man with a plan.
“Then get on your back,” he says. “I want to see your eyes while I take every last drop of that pretty little control you’ve been holding onto.”
I obey. Heart pounding. Every nerve alight.
And when he climbs back over me, his gaze locks onto mine like I belong to him.
Just for tonight, maybe I do.
I’m sprawled across the sheets, breath ragged, skin dewy, legs trembling from the last round. And yet…I want more.
Logan drags his gaze down my body like he’s still starving. Like he hasn’t already taken every last drop from me.
“Damn,” he murmurs, brushing his fingers lightly over my nipples. “You’re a mess. You love this, don’t you?”
I nod, shameless. “Yes. I want more. I want…everything.”
He smirks, leaning in to kiss my jaw, my throat, the top swell of my breasts.
“What do you want now?” he murmurs, low and rough. “Say it. What else?”
I bite my lip, but the words spill out, needy and wrecked.
“I want you between my tits.”
He goes still.
Then exhales a growl that lights me up all over again.
“Fuck. Get those perfect tits together for me.”
I do—cupping them, pushing them together, presenting them like an offering. He peels off the condom, still thick and aroused, bobbing as he kneels over me, the heat in his eyes enough to make me clench around nothing.
He presses himself between the soft swell of my breasts, and I squeeze tighter, watching the head of him glide through the valley between them. The friction. The filthy beauty of it.
“Jesus,” he groans. “You look so good like this. All mine.”
His hips roll slowly at first. Controlled. Worshipful.
I moan, watching him lose it a little more with each thrust. “You like that?” I whisper, voice raw.
His eyes meet mine, wild and hungry. “I’m gonna paint you. All over those tits. You want that?”
“Yes,” I whimper. “Please.”
He growls, grip tightening on my shoulders. “Good girl. Then keep ‘em squeezed tight. And don’t you dare look away when I come.”
He strokes himself just above me, eyes locked on mine, his breath ragged and wild.
“You’re gonna make me lose my mind, Cassie.”
I grin, lips parted, heart thundering. “That’s kind of the idea.”
“C’mon, cowboy,” I murmur, lifting my chin, letting my voice drip with mischief. “Let me have it. Right here.”
He groans—deep, guttural, like the sound is being pulled from somewhere buried.
“You’re trouble.”
“Mm-hmm.” I bite my lip, shameless. “You like it.”
And that’s all it takes.
His release hits fast and hot, and I don’t flinch. I take it like a dare, smiling up at him, greedy for it, my fingers still stroking his hips like I own him.
He shudders, breathing hard, and the look on his face—utterly undone—makes me feel invincible.
“Jesus,” he breathes.
“Not quite,” I say, laughing softly as I reach for the towel by the nightstand. “But I’ll take the compliment.”
I smack him as he collapses beside me, still panting, and wraps an arm around my waist, tugging me close. Our skin’s a mess, we’re tangled in heat and sweat and something unspoken—but it feels…good. Warm. Real.
I rest my head on his chest, his heart still pounding like a bass drum beneath my ear. “You really didn’t hold back.”
“Nope,” he says, his voice a lazy rasp. “Told you. I don’t do halfway.”
I smile, tracing idle circles across his stomach with my fingertips. “Good,” I whisper. “Neither do I.”
He’s asleep now.
His arm is still slung around my waist, warm and heavy, like his body forgot the rules even if his mind knew them. We’re tangled in the wreckage of the night—sheets kicked down, skin sticky with sweat, my thigh thrown over his like I never planned to move again.
As for me?
I’m wide awake.
Spent, yes. My body is light, every nerve wrung out, every secret laid bare in the dark.
But my mind? Racing.
I watch Logan breathe. Chest rising and falling, mouth parted just slightly. His lashes are stupidly long. His hair’s a mess from my fingers. There’s a scratch on his shoulder—I put it there.
And still, I know what this is.
This isn’t a beginning.
This is the safest kind of chaos. The cleanest kind of escape. No history. No future. Just fire and skin and release.
The truth is, there’s something almost sacred about that. We met as strangers. We’ll leave as strangers. Nothing to overthink, nothing to fix. Just a perfect night of raw desire sealed in sweat and memory.
A bird chirps through the cracked hotel window. The very first sign of morning.
I shift slowly, easing myself from under his arm. He stirs but doesn’t wake. Doesn’t reach for me.
Okay. Good.
I pull on my shorts. My bra. My flannel, now wrinkled and a little damp from rain and heat and him. I find my boots near the door, one tipped over like it couldn’t be bothered to stay upright.
My heart does this stupid little flutter, and I ignore it.
I gather the rest of my things quietly, careful not to let the door click behind me.
Because I meant what I said.
One night. That’s it.
The last thing in the world I need before I start my new life is another emotional entanglement.
I step into the hallway, cool and dim and indifferent. I take a deep breath, start walking don’t look back.