“Logan,” I whisper, a desperate plea in my voice. Although, I’m not all that sure what, exactly, I’m begging for.
“God, I missed you, Baby,” he whispers in my ear, pulling his hand away, and rubbing his cock against my lace-covered pussy.
“Please,” I whine, and he pulls back, hooking his fingers in my panties before pulling them down my legs.
“Please, what? Tell me what you want, Alison.”
I reach out to grab his cock, and he slaps my hand away, shaking his head.
“Tell me what you want,” he repeats, and I moan, lifting my hips off the bed in an effort to get the friction I need.
“Sweet Ali, this problem of yours could be so easily solved if you’d just tell me what you want,” he teases, a smug grin on his face. Son of a bitch. He’s going to make me say it.
“I want your cock.”
His grin grows, and he leans over me again, positioning himself at my entrance. “You ask for anything and it’s yours,” he says, reminding me of his words earlier as he plunges into me and holds himself there.
I gasp, my body quickly adjusting to his size. He remains still, and I start to feel that desperate need again as I try to wiggle underneath him. Pinning me with his eyes, he slowly pulls out and sinks back into me with the same slow pace he kissed me with, and I can’t pull my gaze away as he does it again and again. I bite down on my lip, peeking up at him through hooded eyes as he keeps his pace, dragging his cock out of me deliberately before sinking back in at the same casual pace. Moaning, I slide my hands down his body, my nails digging into his skin as the desire simmering in my belly begins to build.
“You like that, Gorgeous?” he asks, and I nod. “Or maybe you would prefer if I flipped you on all fours and fucked you so good that you couldn’t stand for a couple hours?”
I moan, and my hips rise off the bed to meet his as he drives back into me while he chuckles.
“I think that was a yes. Was that a yes, Kitten?”
I shoot him a confused look. “Kitten?”
“Well, I was going to call you Ali-Cat but I figured you wouldn’t appreciate that.”
“Smart move,” I half moan as he plunges into me a little harder this time.
“Actually, I think Kitten is kind of perfect after today.”
How the hell is he holding a conversation with me right now? The man has nerves of fucking steel and the patience of a saint. It’s so hard to concentrate on what’s coming out of his mouth when I’m consumed by what he’s doing between my legs.
“Why’s that?”
“Because you’re all cute and sweet, and then all of a sudden the claws come out like they did today when I tried to get you to have lunch with me.”
“Clever,” I say through gritted teeth as he continues driving me out of my mind. Has he slowed down? I swear he’s thrusting slower than he was before. I claw at his back, desperate for more. He groans through his grin.
“Ah, see, there they are.”
“I swear to God, Logan,” I say, glaring up at him, “I will show you fucking claws if you don’t pick up the pace.”
“Like this?” he asks as he pulls back and drives into me hard and fast, just the way I want it. Something between a gasp and moan comes out of my mouth, and I fist the sheets underneath me. He slows down again, and I lose it. I wrap my leg around his waist and use my other foot to kick off the bed and roll us. He lands on his back with a thud and looks up at me in surprise for a moment. I rise up and sink back down, finding the perfect rhythm to send me building toward the orgasm he was denying me.
He grabs my hips, his fingers digging into my skin, and I brace myself with one hand on his chest as I close my eyes and lose myself to the intoxicating sensation of Logan filling me.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Kitten,” he rasps, sounding just as lost as I am right now, and I open my eyes. He’s looking up at me, the fire in his eyes hot enough to burn me up. I lean down to kiss him, and he knocks my hand off his chest, pulling me down to him as he starts driving up into me. My mind blanks, and all I can do is ride the wave as I race toward the release that I’ve been begging for.
“That’s it, Baby. I want you to come all over my cock. Give it to me,” he growls in my ear. I catapult over the edge, crying out into the room as my body tenses and my pussy grips his length. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, and I gasp for air on his chest as he continues thrusting up into me, seeking his own orgasm and prolonging mine.
His grip on me tightens, and he tenses underneath me, groaning in my ear before he collapses back on the bed, his arms splaying out at his sides. We just lie like that for a few minutes before he pulls me off him and moves me to his side, pulling me in close. His breath ruffles my hair as he leans down and presses his lips to the top of my head, breathing me in, and my throat tightens.
“Shit, Baby. I forgot to grab a condom,” he whispers.
“I’m on the pill, and I was telling you the truth when I said I hadn’t been with anyone in two years.”
He looks away from me for a second before meeting my eyes again. “I haven’t exactly been a saint but I’m clean.”
I nod and cuddle back into his side, images of him with other girls assaulting me, and tears sting my eyes.
“Excuse me,” I whisper, untangling myself from his arms and sliding over to the edge of the bed.
“You okay?”
I turn back to him and nod, my eyes burning as tears threaten to fall but I force a smile to my face. “Yeah, just need to pee. I’ll be right back.”
He nods, looking so right lying in my bed, and I turn away before I lose it in front of him. Hopping off the bed, I rush to the bathroom and close the door, turning the faucet on just as the tears start to fall. I cover my mouth as I start to sob so he won’t hear me and press my back to the door. I sink down to the floor and pull my knees to my chest as the tears fall down my cheeks relentlessly.
I’m such an idiot.
I heard everything he said earlier and there is a huge part of me that wants to believe him, that’s urging me to put my trust in him and give this a shot. But it’s the small voice in my head that just made me realize I’m head over heels in love with him and I worry that he won’t stick around. He still has so much pain buried inside him, and I wonder if his pain is going to end up breaking my heart, too.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Storm
“You got news for me, Ray?” I ask, answering my phone as I climb off my bike outside the clubhouse. I hang the helmet on the handlebars and turn toward the parking lot.
“It’s done. Good old Ian is takin’ himself a little vacation to the infirmary.”
Kodiak gives me a little chin lift, and I nod at him as he passes, waiting until he’s walking into the clubhouse to respond. “And he got the message?”
Ray laughs. “Oh, yeah. Loud and clear.”
“You sure?” I still don’t feel settled, and I’m not sure that I ever will. As long as Ian Blackwell is still living, that is.
“Yeah, Storm. Shaun made it very clear that it would be a very traumatic day for him if his brother came around you or your girl again.”