Chapter 32 #2
Logan wraps his free arm around my waist and holds me against the warm, hard planes of his body.
“It means that I care about you. I want to spend as much time with you as I can. And I know that’ll be hard because our schedules are insane, but when I’m home, I want to take you on dates.
I want to be there for you and Reed. I want to hold you and kiss you and call you my girlfriend.
And when I’m away, I want to spend every night talking on the phone. Maybe some video sex. I don’t know.”
Logan’s smile turns smug at my shocked reaction to that suggestion. “I want to see where this goes. My friends are all disgustingly happy with their wives and girlfriends, and I’ve never wanted that before. Until you.”
I… Is this real?
“You want to be my boyfriend?”
He nods, leaning down to press his forehead against mine. “Yeah, angel, I do. If you’ll have me.”
“This is real?” I don’t mean to say it out loud.
His eyes crinkle in the corners. “Yeah, baby. This is real.”
When I can’t find the words to answer him, my body does the talking for me.
I surge forward, grasping his face in my hands, and slam my lips against his.
He opens readily for me, and then our tongues are tangling in a sensual dance.
When I press my breasts against him, Logan groans into my mouth. Then we’re moving.
We bump into the couch, the walls, and each other as we frantically run our hands over each other and make our way to my bedroom at the same time. Neither one of us is willing to break apart for even the few seconds it would take to walk to my room.
Heat floods my lower belly, and my panties grow damper with every desperate touch.
“Fuck, baby,” Logan groans against my lips as we stumble into my room and fall onto my bed in a tangle of lips and limbs. “Is that a yes?”
“Yes,” I gasp as he pushes my top up my stomach. I lift my arms to make it easier for him to tug it off. “It’s a hell yes.”
“Thank god. I don’t know what I would have done if you said no.” Logan kisses along my shoulder and down the valley of my breasts. “Not sure I could have shown my face at the arena again after that.”
My throaty laugh cuts off in a gasp as Logan reaches around my back and unhooks my bra with an expert flick of his fingers. “Somehow, I don’t think that’s true.”
“It is. Fuuuck.” Logan stares when my breasts spill free, and I know he likes what he sees when he grinds his hard length against my core, pressing me back against the bed.
He skims his right hand across my heated flesh while holding himself up with his left.
I moan when his calloused palm cups my breast.
“Look at you, baby. Even more beautiful than I remembered.”
“I’d say the same, but you’re still dressed,” I complain.
Logan chuckles but pushes up to stand. He yanks his shirt off with one hand, quickly undoes his fly, then throws his pants on the floor.
My mouth goes dry at the sight of him in my room in all his naked, pierced glory. And shit, that piercing. The three barbells gleam along the underside of his shaft, just begging to be played with and licked.
“You’re drooling again, angel.”
“Shut up,” I say to the smirking man.
“Now who’s wearing too many clothes?” His gray eyes are hooded as he stares down at me. They darken as I hurry to peel off the rest of my clothes.
Then we’re both naked, and the only sounds in the room are our ragged breaths.
“Christ.” That’s the only word he manages to choke out before he’s on me.
His hard body and smooth skin covers every inch of mine as he hovers over me on the bed.
I love the way he presses me into the mattress.
The solid weight of him. He makes me feel grounded and safe in a way I haven’t felt in too long.
“I want to be gentle with you, but I don’t know if I can this first time,” he rasps out. “Being close to you these past months without being able to truly touch you has been fucking torture.”
“Don’t be gentle,” I demand. There will be plenty of chances for us to take things slow. That’s not what either of us needs now.
“You sure?”
“Very.”
“Thank fuck.”
I giggle against Logan’s lips as he slants his mouth against mine and devours me. His hands explore every inch of me, and his hips buck against me as we writhe together in a sensual dance of need and longing.
When his fingers slip between my legs and find me slippery and wet, Logan groans. “Fuck, baby. So wet for me already.”
“You’re not the only one who’s been craving this.”
He growls in approval as his fingers begin to move.
They’re not gentle, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
My hips buck when he runs his fingers through my slick before dragging them up to my clit and circling the bundle of nerves there.
When I cry out, he pushes one finger inside of me and fucks me a few times before he pulls back out to circle my clit again.
“Holy shit. Logan.”
“I know, baby. Gotta get you ready for me.”
I’d make a crack about him being cocky, but I remember how it felt to be stretched by him that night in LA, and he won’t hear me complaining.
He’s not big enough that sex with him is uncomfortable—let’s be real, big dicks are great, but no one actually wants to be split in half—but it’s more enjoyable if I’m warmed up.
Logan presses a second finger inside, swallowing my gasp. My body responds so easily to him. I can already feel my lower belly tightening. All it will take is a few more swipes of his fingers against my clit, and I’ll explode.
“Please,” I gasp. “I want your dick.”
“Is that right?” Logan nips my shoulder and presses a third finger into my slick heat. “You want my dick, baby?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes. Please.”
“So pretty when you beg,” he murmurs against my neck. “Can’t say no to you.”
I whine when he pulls away from me, and he chuckles.
“Don’t worry. I’m just grabbing a condom, then I’ll give you what you need.” When he bends over to remove his wallet from his pants, I’m treated to a front-row view of his perfect hockey ass. And damn. Hockey players have the best asses. You could sink your teeth into those things.
“Like what you see?” Logan asks with a smirk when he turns around to find me staring.
He gives his dick a stroke before ripping the condom wrapper open and rolling it down his length.
It encounters resistance when the rubber catches on his piercings, but Logan quickly works around the barbells until he’s completely covered.
“Yes,” I reply honestly. “You’re beautiful. And your ass?” I bring my fingers to my mouth in a chef’s kiss.
That makes Logan laugh as he stalks back to the bed and crawls over me. “You like my ass, huh?” He presses between my legs, and I let them fall wider.
“I like all of you.”
“I like all of you too.” Logan grips his dick and runs the head of his sheathed cock across my slit, covering it with my arousal. “You’re stunning. Perfect.”
He presses slowly against my entrance, and my body gives way for him. He moans when the crown of his dick breaches me. “And you feel like heaven.”
Then he’s filling me. With a fast series of short thrusts, Logan seats himself completely, and I suck in a breath. The stretch is everything. The drag of his piercings only heightens the sensations.
“Okay?” he asks, gray eyes searching my face.
“Better than okay,” I assure him.
“Good. Gonna fuck you hard and fast. Can’t hold back anymore.”
“Don’t hold back,” I demand.
I cry out when he begins to move. His hips snap against mine with hard, punishing force as his hands run across my body.
His strong fingers pluck and play with my nipples, and his lips suck the flesh at the top of my breasts.
He’s everywhere all at once. Filling me, playing my body so expertly, I can’t believe we’ve only done this once before.
He moves like he didn’t forget a thing about that night. Like my body imprinted itself in his mind, and he continued to learn it every night in his memories.
“Blair,” he murmurs against my neck. “Fuck.”
I wrap my legs around his ass, encouraging him to move harder, faster. Sweat slicks our bodies, and his chest slides against mine. Pleasure builds like tingling pressure low in my belly. And when Logan slides a hand between us and circles my clit, that pressure becomes almost unbearable.
“Oh, god. I’m gonna come, Logan. Please. Fuck, don’t stop.”
“Never,” he promises, not losing that perfect rhythm. He works me higher and higher, pleasure filling my belly, tingling down my legs, making my back arch off the mattress.
“That’s right, baby. Just like that.”
Sweat drips from his collarbone onto my chest, and when he presses harder on my clit, the pressure in my body goes supernova, and I shatter. I’m stardust and endless, infinite space as I scream his name.
Logan’s pace stutters for a moment before he thrusts harder into me, his movements frantic as I convulse beneath him, my pussy rippling around him and bringing him right up to the brink with me.
When I rake my fingers down his back, he bucks into me and stiffens, finding his own pleasure with a deep roar.
I’m still fluttering around him as he drops to his elbows, caging me in, pressing me into the mattress. The scent of him and our combined release permeates the room, his deep, ragged breaths filling my ears. And hope, warm and new, swells in my chest.
“Perfect,” he whispers before kissing my cheek, then my forehead, then my lips. “Fucking perfect.”
It really was. I never thought I’d find myself here again with Logan. And I definitely never thought I’d call the man panting above me my boyfriend. Yet here we are. It’s scary and new, and I don’t want to get ahead of myself here, but how can I not?
“My girlfriend is fucking perfect.”
I’m already gone.