Chapter 24
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
Logan
“Holy shit, this is cool,” Payden says when I open the door to one of the cabins.
I have to admit, these pod-style homes are pretty neat.
I’ve seen people building them on those renovation shows.
They’re popular with folks who want to live off the grid.
“I hope you didn’t have to do anything too unpleasant for us to snag one? ”
I give her a look as I let her pass me into the deceivingly large expanse. “I guess you’re on a need to know basis then?”
“Uh, oh, who do I have to fight? There weren’t any women at the damn meeting.”
I smile, kicking the door shut behind me as Dozer hops straight up onto the couch and curls up. It’s been a big day for him.
But my mind is on Payden. I like her getting jealous, even if she is just poking fun at me. “Hilarious. Ivy looks like trouble.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Bargin’ into the meetin’ room like that?” I shake my head. “She’s got some sass.”
“I guess that’s why we hit it off so well.”
I glance around the cabin and it is quaint. Floor-to-ceiling pine, a fireplace, high beams, a full kitchen, a hallway leading to the bathroom. It’s modern and fairly spacious. There are stairs off to one side leading up to a loft where I was told is the main bedroom.
I dump the grocery bags on the counter. “You hungry?”
I turn and she’s right there. I halt in my tracks. “For dick? Yes.”
My eyes widen, but her hands are rucking up my t-shirt. I blink. Okay, well fuck me, then. “Payd?”
“Huh?” She looks up from her task as I shrug my shirt over my head, letting it fall behind me to the floor. “I thought you were, uh, on your period?”
“Not yet,” she breathes. “It’s coming, though. I get like this right before.”
I arch a brow. “Like this?”
“Horny.”
I just can’t take it anymore and pull her to me, my lips finding hers. Holy fuck, she feels like heaven. I part her lips and my tongue finds hers and she groans. Then I cup her face, unable to not touch her, and her hands find my belt. Our kiss goes on and on and on and my dick hardens in response.
When I pull back, we’re both panting.
“That’s the first time you’ve ever kissed me,” she whispers, her lips swollen already from my brutal claim.
“I know.”
“You don’t kiss.”
“I do now.”
Her fingers skim against my cock and the bastard jerks in response. I’ve been pent up, and I hope to god this won’t be too fast.
Before I can stop her, she drops to her knees. “I’ve missed you.”
I glance down as she yanks my jeans, kissing my dick through my briefs. “You talkin’ to me or my cock?”
Blue eyes meet mine. “You, Daddy.”
Fuck.
“Tits out,” I command. “You’ve been teasin’ me all fuckin’ day with your sass and that tank top. Is that good girl behavior?”
She glances down at herself. “I could wear a potato sack and you’d be hard for me.”
“This is true,” I admit as she slides the tank over her head and unclips her bra.
Ah, there we are. I want those titties.
She yanks down my briefs, my dick springing free as she grabs it almost aggressively and moans when she licks my tip. “So good.” She peppers kisses all over my piercing, licking the barbells as I clench my jaw.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan. “Got me worked up so bad.”
I grip her hair, tilting her head back so I can watch. Her eyes lift as she takes me farther into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat as she chokes my base with one fist.
“That’s it, take it, take Daddy’s dick, baby.” I roll my hips and start to fuck her mouth.
I want her panting, just like this. A mess before me. I want her to beg.
I pull all the way out and she pouts, working her palm up and down my cock.
“So big,” she whispers, then cups my balls. “These feel so full.”
Fuuuuck.
I grab my dick and force it into her mouth. She takes it greedily and I pound her throat, her eyes watering when I pull out. “More?”
“Yes! More.”
I repeat it, thrusting hard, once, twice, three, four, five… then pull out. “Can’t tell you how fuckin’ good you look like this.”
“Please, Logan,” she begs. “I need it.”
I claim her mouth once more, memorizing how she looks like this.
I could fill her smart mouth quickly if I wanted to, but I want my cum inside her pussy.
Pulling out, I lift her up and sit her on the counter.
I kick off my boots, removing my socks and finally my jeans and briefs.
She makes light work of her sweatpants and I pull her panties aside, swiping my fingers through her wet heat.
“Pussy’s begging for it, Angel.”
“Fuck, yes. Touch me.”
“Say please.”
She wraps her arms around my neck as I tease her. “Please, Logan.”
She’s desperate, and I like my girl like this.
I tilt her chin up so her pretty blue eyes lock on mine. “Do you know how insane you make me?”
She shakes her head like she’s got no fucking clue.
I pinch her chin hard. “You got me thinkin’ things I shouldn’t. My job is to protect you, nothin’ more?—”
“Do you want more?” she breathes.
I swallow hard. “You make me want more.”
“Kiss me.” She doesn’t wait for me to close the gap, she does it all by herself.
Our lips meet and at the same time, I slide a finger inside her. The rumble of her groan vibrates right through her, and I finger fuck her sweet pussy, adding another finger while our mouths try to keep up.
I’m so rock hard. Kissing is intimate, more intimate than sex, which is why I never indulged in it with other women. But with Payden? I want to claim all of her.
“I don’t want this to be it,” I mutter against her lips.
“W-what do you mean?”
“This lie. Fakin’ it.”
“You want to not fake it?”
I grin against her mouth. “I know I want you. I know I don’t want any other man to have you, and I liked you on the back of my bike. Never let a woman ride on the back, you’re the first.”
“I know you think this is just about your big dick, that piercing, and your hot body, but it’s not.” Of all the things I expected her to say, that wasn’t it. “You drive me crazy. You, Logan. Everything about you sets my pulse on fucking fire and I don’t know what to do with it.”
“Say you’re mine, maybe that’s all we need to know.”
I palm her tit with one hand, pulling on her nipple as I continue to finger her. She tilts her head back so I can kiss her neck. My kiss turns into something more. Marking her. Making her mine. I want everyone to know when they see it that she belongs to me.
“Mine,” I repeat.
“Yours.” It’s faint, but she said the words. “I’m yours.”
I flick her clit and she orgasms immediately. My eyes take in her gorgeous form as she comes undone, spreading her legs wider for me, crimson rising up her neck.
“That’s it, need this pussy ready for me.”
“It’s ready.”
I marvel at her hands roaming from my stomach up to my pecs, her eyes heated as she takes me in. She slides one hand around my cock and I’m in heaven all over again.
I line up against her entrance and slide in as she grips the counter’s edge, her eyes closing. I like how I make her this nuts. “You’re clenchin’,” I say through gritted teeth. “Can feel that sweet pussy grippin’ me. You gonna let Daddy in?”
She leans back on her palms, her tits right there for the taking, and I bend to suck one nipple into my mouth. I play with the other, then shove the rest of the way in. Payden cries out and I stay seated, enjoying her moans.
“Big,” she stammers.
“Get used to it.”
“That stuff you said before?—”
“Meant every word,” I grit. “Never had a permanent before. Never wanted one until you.”
I cup both tits and hold her gaze.
“That’s a funny way of asking me if I’d like to date you.”
“Wise ass.” I smirk. “I think we’re way past datin’, sugar.”
Her lips twitch and I don’t even care I broke my own rule. I’ve been head over heels for her for quite some time, if I’m being honest. Long before she ever came into my bar asking me if I wanted to fuck.
I pull out, then slide back in, staying seated once more. I want her to feel all of me.
“What if this is just adrenaline?” she pants. “I’ve been through an ordeal. You rescued me. I’m pretending to be dead and on the run. Maybe this is just far more exciting than it really is.”
“Nope.”
“You’re sure?”
I lift my gaze from her incredible body. “I’m sure that I’ve never felt this way before.”
She cups one side of my face and I like it. I like everything she does. “Me either. Even with my exes?—”
I place a finger over her lips. “Let’s not talk about other men while my dick is buried inside you.” I pull out and slam back in. “Now, let’s see if you can scream my name like you did back in New Orleans.”
I roll my hips and she gasps, her hands reaching for my shoulders as we both watch where we’re joined.
It occurs to me that we’ve not yet fucked in an actual bed.
I guess our relationship is kinda unique in many ways, but the only thing I can do is go with my gut.
And my gut is telling me not to let her go.
I pound in and out of her and she digs her nails into my shoulders. “Oh,” she moans. “Hustle.”
I ram her harder. It’s my fault. I did tell her to call me that when I was deep inside her, but right now? Right now I don’t give a shit what she calls me, as long as we’re joined like this and I’m making her feel as good as she’s making me feel.
“Take it,” I mutter. “Look so good takin’ all of me, princess.”
“I’m close,” she whines. “Oh, holy—oh, oh!” She tilts her head back and screams my name.
Well, I did encourage it, after all.
I can’t hold on. Seeing her like this, making her mine… it’s too much. I let go, my balls pulling tight as I empty myself, grunting “Angel.” As I grip her ass, grinding her down as her orgasm goes on and on.
When I still, we’re both panting. Payden clings to me, her arms wrapped around me as I glance at her.
“Nobody is ever gonna hurt you, I promise.”
“I love—” She squeezes her eyes shut. “I love that.”
Was she going to say what I think she was going to say?
I love you.
I’ve never said those three little words to anyone I’ve dated before, or an ex. Not because I was being an asshole, but because I just didn’t feel it. I don’t say things I don’t mean, not ever. But right now? Right now a strange feeling washes over me and I feel it hammer inside my chest.
Maybe I do love her.
Maybe I’ve always known.
And just maybe I want her to know.
Later, I tell myself. No point getting all sentimental.
I press my lips to hers. “Let’s get you cleaned up because we need to shower and then get over to the clubhouse for dinner. Bane wants us to meet the rest of the members.”
She rolls her eyes. “Can’t we just stay here?”
“You’re a real stick in the mud sometimes, have I ever told you that before?”
She smiles coyly. “Maybe I just like having you all to myself.”
I peck her on the lips chastely. “I like havin’ you all to me, too, but this clubhouse all live on the property, and we’re expected at dinner.”
She huffs. “I can fake a headache.”
“Or a period?”
“I told you, it’s coming. Lucky for you it hasn’t arrived yet.”
I bump her with my hips. “Lucky for me, or lucky for you?”
“Cute.”
“Well, one thing’s for sure, I bought more chocolate than you’ve ever seen before.”
“Your blood’s worth bottling, Logan Dawson.” She pulls back. “Hey, what’s your middle name?”
“Why is that relevant?” I sigh.
“Tell me.”
I smirk. “You tell me yours first.”
“Elizabeth.”
“Of course,” I mutter.
“What’s wrong with Elizabeth?”
“Nothing. It suits you, my uptown girl.”
She laughs. “Now you.”
I sigh. “Don’t repeat this to anyone, okay?”
She pretends to zip her lips and throw away the key.
I bring my mouth to her ear and say, “Ernest.”
She burst out laughing. “No way?”
I chuckle. “I’ll have you know that’s my grandfather’s name. On my mom’s side, so not an asshole.”
“I think it’s cute. Logan Ernest Dawson.”
I lift her, walking toward the back where the bathroom is. I’m still inside her because I don’t want to ever let this feeling go.
“I’m gonna give you ‘cute’ from behind in about twenty seconds.”
“That slow?” she sighs. “I think you need a little more practice?—”
I cut her off with a kiss and that shuts her up as she melts farther into my arms.
I’ve still got to tell her what I learned from Sawyer, but that can wait until after dinner.
Right now I want to enjoy this moment.
We both deserve it.