Chapter 19
Logan leads me back to his truck without another word.
He pulls down the tailgate, and I climb up. He disappears inside his cottage, only to reappear with a pillow and blankets.
He spreads the thick down comforter across the bed of the truck, and we sink onto it together.
Even though it’s hot, he pulls over us the light southwestern blanket patterned with squares of a cowboy riding a horse.
Stars litter the Texas sky, and I snuggle in next to Logan, our heads sharing the pillow.
“So beautiful,” I say softly.
“I agree,” he says.
I turn, and he’s looking at me. Not at the sky but at me.
Before I can speak, he leans in and brushes his lips over mine. Then, he pulls back slightly and ghosts my mouth with his.
He’s not even touching me, but I can feel his hot breath that smells like mint hit my lips, and he leaves me no room for thought.
He’s all I see. He’s all I feel. And that’s exactly what I need tonight.
“I know this doesn’t change anything between us going forward,” I say softly.
He pulls back a fraction of an inch so he can look at me. “Don’t overthink it.”
“I just want to make sure you’re okay with this,” I say.
The hazel of his eyes darkens with lust. “I’m okay with it. We’re still on the same page, Mace.”
I look down at the ruby ring on my right ring finger and twist it around and around. My throat clogs with emotion.
“Last night, you wanted a fantasy.” Logan tips up my chin with his thumb. “What about tonight?”
“Are you taking requests?” I tease him.
“For you? Always.”
I bite my lip. “Make me forget,” I say simply. Okay, maybe not that simply because my voice cracks a bit on the last word.
Logan gives me a scrutinizing look. “Something’s going on, isn’t it? More than the accident, more than the hospital and the upcoming intervention.”
I can’t lie to Logan, but I can’t talk about it either. Because I’m scared of what I’ll see in his eyes when he learns what I’m about to give up. He’ll reflect the crushing feeling I’m afraid will bury me. And I can’t see that right now.
I put my hands flat on his chest, relaxing in the feel of his solid heartbeat against my palms.
“I’m being honest when I tell you I truly can’t talk about it. Not tonight.”
I expect him to fight me, but he surprises me by pressing his lips to my neck. “You want to forget all the darkness?” he murmurs against my skin.
I shiver at the feel of his hot, wet tongue. “Yes.”
“Take off your shorts,” he commands me. “Strip off all of your clothes, and I promise I’ll make you forget everything bad in this world.”
As soon as our clothes are off, Logan slides over me. His mouth latches onto my pebbled nipple so fast I cry out.
But as he shifts over to the other nipple, I start squirming.
“You’re thinking.” Logan’s drawl is thick even for him. “I’m going to make sure you stop doing any more of that for the rest of the night.” His fingers tangle in my hair, and he tugs me even closer. “All we’re going to do tonight is feel.”
He kisses my neck softly, and I suck in my breath. His mouth feels so good, and for the first time in hours, my mind goes blissfully blank.
He makes his way down my body, his lips making sure to linger on every curve. And when his head lands between my legs, he whispers against me, “Feel me here, Macey. I want you to call out my name when you come.”
“Oh, God. Logan…” I’m already climbing, and within seconds, I’m on the brink of an orgasm. When I fall over the edge, the sensation of bliss shoots through me like a bolt of lightning.
Before I’m finished coming down, Logan pulls his mouth off of me. He sits up until he’s kneeling, and in one swift motion, he pushes his hard, thick length inside of me. I cry out and clutch at his back as he brings his mouth to mine.
“Making love to you in the back of my truck—with no sounds but the crickets—just might be my new favorite memory with you,” he whispers against my lips.
Mine, too. With his heart beating against mine, he lifts my hands over my head and clasps my wrists to hold me still.
“Let go, Mace.” He locks his gaze with mine, and I swear he sees right through me.
He always sees right through me. Whether I’m feeling strong or weak, brave or cowardly, Logan knows exactly who I am underneath all of it.
I arch my back and moan out his name as he brings me closer and closer to another orgasm.
“Logan, so good…” I murmur.
“So damn good,” he says in a rough tone. “So give it to me, baby. Give me all the pain you’ve been holding.”
I whimper, and he nips my bottom lip until I moan.
“Give it to me, Macey. Everything you need to shed—let it go. I can take it. I can take it all.”
He drives inside me deeper until he hits a spot I don’t think anyone’s ever touched before, not even him.
And I’m a livewire as I absolutely explode around him.
“Oh, God…Logan!”
He grips my ass with his hand and thrusts so hard my orgasm rolls right into another one. He calls out my name and comes right after me.
He shifts off of me, but we don’t speak right away. I’m too busy catching my breath as Logan peppers my face with kisses.
“That was so fucking perfect,” he mutters against my damp skin. “And we’re still not finished.”
I can barely move after that. “We’re not?”
“Nope.” He flips me to my side, away from him.
And then, he’s spooning me.
I freeze. Logan and I hug often, but we don’t do post-coital snuggling.
“Are we breaking all our rules tonight?” I say quietly into the pillow.
Logan’s arm snakes firmly over my waist, and his hand covers my breast. Before I can react, his finger and thumb start stimulating my nipple, which happily perks up again.
“We’re not sleeping,” he says while he continues to stroke me. “Not yet.”
I feel him already hardening against me. And then, he’s sliding inside me from behind.
And I’m losing my mind it’s so good.
It’s so right, a tiny voice whispers.
I can’t focus on that thought long enough to dissect it. Because Logan is driving into me from behind, his long thrusts pushing me into my fourth orgasm of the night. As he follows me into release, I no longer have the strength to push him away tonight.
I’m going to fall asleep in this truck, snuggled in his arms.
I twist around to face him. “I think I need to…”
“I know.” He urges me to rest my head on his chest. “Let’s get some rest.”
As I relax into the steady sound of his heart beating so close to mine, I drift into sleep.