16

Bloom's lips trembled under mine as I kissed him lightly. Although the old scars littering his back could no longer hurt physically, I framed his small back gently with my hands. His tattoos might have hidden them, but while caressing his skin earlier, I'd felt the raised flesh beneath my fingertips. He might have covered up that pain, but from the way he'd reacted to my anger, it was clear his past still haunted him, still whispered its dark secrets into his dreams, still etched its scars on the canvas of his soul.

I pulled back, but Bloom uttered a cry of protest, shifted on my lap, and cupped my face so he could continue kissing me. I groaned, clenching my fists to prevent my hands from wandering down to grope his ass, which was nestled over my cock, which didn't seem to understand that tonight wasn't the night for sex.

Bloom didn't seem to understand that either.

His excited little pants echoed in the quiet room, stirring a primal desire within me to tumble him to the floor and sink my cock into him. When he shoved his tongue into my mouth and rubbed alongside mine, I jerked my head back as if stung. Stung by the reality of how much I wanted him. My hands ached to stroke bare flesh and not solely to soothe him.

"What's wrong?" Bloom reached for a button on my shirt, tugged, but found it difficult to open. "Why aren't you touching me anymore? I love it when your hands are on me."

"I don't think we should do this tonight."

"Why not? Don't you want to?" He plucked a knife from his pocket, unsheathed it, and sliced the blade through the front of my shirt. Buttons flew everywhere, falling like metallic raindrops onto the carpet. He moved so swiftly I had no chance to object.

"Just a moment ago—"

"I don't want to think about it. I just want you, Logan. You're not going to turn me down, are you?"

Damn, but when he was looking at me like that and caressing my chest, his fingertips grazing down my exposed skin with a featherlight touch, how could I resist him?

I cupped his cheek. "Bloom, there's no turning back once we—"

He slammed his mouth on me, making his position on tonight clear. "I feel like I've been chasing you for a long time. Let it end here tonight, please. I want to know all of you…" He trailed his hand down to the front of my pants and pressed against my hard-on. "I want you to put your cock inside my ass and make me yours."

I captured his lips with mine. "Oh, Bloom, I don't need to do that for you to be mine. I've tried to resist it, but you've been mine since the day you started following me around like a bag of trouble bursting at the seams."

I picked him up in my arms and lay him on the bed, then shrugged off my ruined shirt and dangled the rag in front of him. "Look what you did. You owe me one for this."

"Owe you?" Bloom yanked his shirt over his head, exposing a lean torso and a trail of inky tattoos dancing down to the waist of his black camo pants. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he tossed the shirt aside. Whatever he had been thinking about earlier, he seemed to have forgotten it. "You'll find I'm more than capable of repaying my debts, Logan. What do you think? Is this repayment enough?"

He unhooked the chains from his pants and shoved them down his narrow hips. His sleek muscles demanded to be touched, each dip and curve so inviting. My throat felt parched as his cock, hard and wanting, sprung free.

"Well?" Bloom cupped his cock and stroked himself, a smirk on his lips.

"I think I may end up owing you."

"Yeah? So, do I measure up to the other guys?" He peeked up at me from under his long, thick lashes.

"What other guys?" There were other guys?

"Guys like Nicholas."

Frowning, I unbuckled my pants, placed one knee on the mattress, and hovered my face close to his. His indrawn breath was a sharp hitch in the otherwise silent room. "I don't think about other guys when I'm with you." I brought a hand up to stroke his cheek, my gaze never leaving his. "There's only you. You don't need to be jealous. Anyone else I've been with was nothing more than to scratch an itch."

"But I still am. I don't want anybody to touch you the way I do. You have to make it up to me."

Silly boy. I pressed my lips from his forehead to his nose. Everywhere but his lips. "You're aware I've been sexually active before you were born?" Fuck, saying it out loud hit home how much younger he was. Was I really going to do this?

He wrapped his arms around my neck. "I don't care. From now on, you can't fuck anyone else. If you're in the mood, I want you to use me wherever and whenever you want me."

I groaned. "Bloom, you don't want to tell anyone that. Not even me."

"Why not? I mean every word. You're the only man—person—I'd ever lie with."

"You only say that now because you haven't slept with anyone else. Later you may want to explore—"

"I won't," he said sharply. "Logan, when I joined the MC, I made a pact with my brothers. You're the only man who could ever make me break it. That's how much you mean to me."

His words weighed heavily like a responsibility months ago I wouldn't have wanted to bear. What did it say about me that I understood? That I even craved his dedication to me? I might be a doctor who dealt with physical injuries, but I understood enough to know this sort of relationship I was embarking on with Bloom was anything but healthy.

"Stay there."

I got off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. A few minutes later, I returned and scooped him up from the bed.

"What are you doing?"

"If we're going to do this, I want you to enjoy it."

"Don't people always enjoy it?"

"No. If it's not done right, it can be painful, messy, and tough on your body."

A little tension crept into his eyes, but he didn't pull away. "And you know how to do it right?"

"I do."

"I'm not sure what you want me to do."

"That's what I am here for."

In the bathroom, I prepared his enema. Apprehension sketched itself across his face as he watched my every move. I poured warm water into the bag, attached the long tube to it, and carefully lubricated the tip.

"Is that…is that going inside me?" Bloom pointed toward the bag with a trembling finger.

"Yes." My gaze softened at the way he shuffled back. "But I promise you, I won't let it hurt you."

"Okay." His voice was barely a whisper, but it was full of trust. The kind of trust that made my heart ache never to let him down.

I plied him with kisses to get him relaxed, then as gently as possible inserted the nozzle into him and released the water slowly. To keep his mind off what was happening, I maintained eye contact, offering reassuring smiles and gentle touches on his knee.

When we finished, he shuddered, visibly relieved it was over. "That wasn't too bad. Now you can fuck me."

I chuckled. "Not yet, but we can do stuff that leads up to it."

"How long will we have to wait?"

"At least thirty minutes."

His eyes bugged wide. "Are you playing with me? I don't recall any of my brothers doing this."

"This is something intimate most people don't talk about."

"But what are we going to do for thirty minutes?"

I turned the shower on and checked the temperature. "You tell me when we're done if the wait was worth it."

I stripped off my pants and stepped under the spray. Bloom came in after me. I adjusted the waterfall head to cascade warm water over our bodies, the steam lightly fogging up the clear glass of the shower cabin.

"How's your thigh?"

"Barely hurts."

"If it still does, I can give you something for it."

He shook his head. "The pills make me fuzzy. I already have to take so many."

I was just glad he took his pills. Anything that helped him to cope with the demons he fought daily. I picked up the shower gel and lathered up my hands, producing a thick foam. Bloom watched me, his eyes wide and curious. "What now?" he asked.

"Now I'm going to wash you." His breath hitched at my warm, foamy hands moving over his chest. "Let me take care of you tonight."

He closed his eyes as I worked the soap over his chest and arms, down to his belly and lower, washing away any lingering tension. His muscles relaxed under my touch, and he surrendered to the sensation.

I took my time, making sure every part of him was clean and prepared for what was to come. Occasionally, he let out soft moans as I massaged his shoulders or ran my fingers through the hair on his chest. His moans were music to my ears—confirming that he was enjoying and trusting me with his body.

After scrubbing him thoroughly, I picked up the handheld showerhead and rinsed him off. The warm water cascaded over his body in slow rivulets, washing away the suds and leaving his skin glistening wet.

"Logan," he moaned. "I'm so hard. Will you suck me off like you did that night?"

"Is that what you want?"

He nodded. "I really liked it. You know, I once saw one of the twins sucking his brother's cock, and I couldn't understand what was to like about doing that."

"And now?"

"Now I do. I think about your mouth on me all the time."

"Good."

I went down on my knees and, wrapping my hands around Bloom's slender thighs, took the head of his cock into my mouth. He gasped, clutching my hair. His pulse quickened under my hands, and his breath hitched in his throat. His eyes, bright with desire, watched me as I pleasured him.

I took him deeper until the heat and hardness of him hit my tongue. His taste was intoxicating—salty and sweet. A mix of soft moans and whispered curses escaped him.

Releasing Bloom, I raised his cock, licked down the prominent vein to his balls, and took each one into my mouth, gently sucking before popping them out. He trembled under my touch, his breath coming in sharp gasps.

I returned to his engorged head, swirling my tongue around the ridge and sucking him deep into my mouth, bobbing my head rhythmically. With one hand wrapped around the base of his member, I roamed over his wet skin with the other, tracing the muscles of his abdomen and chest.

"Logan. Please don't stop. Don't ever stop." Bloom bucked forward a bit, pressing his cock farther down my throat.

A growl rumbled deep in his chest, and his fingers tightened on my scalp. "Logan…" he moaned as if struggling with something.

I eased off him, and he collapsed against the glass, his back shaking. I kissed his thigh, his hip. His glutes hardened at my first touch of his bare ass.

"Relax. Trust me." I pressed kisses along his round ass while I moved my hands in comforting circles on his lower back, dipping my fingers into the inviting valley between his cheeks.

Bloom sucked in a sharp breath as my touch wandered closer and closer to his opening.

"You're doing so good," I said. "Don't tense up on me, sweetheart. I want to taste you right here."

He pressed himself against the cool glass, but I only moved forward, spreading him open. "Logan, what are you doing?"

"I'm gonna make love to you. Look at that pretty pink asshole. So damn tight. Is this all mine?" When he didn't answer, I squeezed his cheeks harder. "Is it?"

"Yes."

"You're not going shy on me, are you, Bloom? No need for that. You tell me whatever you're thinking."

"I'm thinking, ‘should you be doing that?'"

"Doing what? This?" I pressed my mouth against him, teasing him with my tongue. His gasp echoed through the bathroom, and his knees buckled, but he firmed his stance, arching his back and widening his legs.

"Oh, fucking Satan."

Taking cues from his loud cries, I lapped at him while his muscles fluttered against my tongue. He was too tight for me to penetrate him with my tongue, and that only made my dick harder.

"Logan," he gasped out, reaching one hand back to grasp my hair. I ignored the twinge of pain and continued my assault on his sensitive flesh. His mewls of pleasure fueled me.

He was soft here, his vulnerability laid bare for me to explore. I relished it, pushing deeper with my tongue as his body opened readily for me. A quake ran through him, signaling his impending release, and I pulled away. "Not yet."

I brushed two fingers over his hole, petting him where I would be before the night ended. I bit his cheek. "Beautiful. So fucking perfect." I rubbed my face over his cheeks, licking and nipping. When I pulled back, his ass was bruised all over.

I traced the pink imprints of my mouth on his skin. He shuddered beneath me. I stood and kissed where his neck met his shoulder. He tilted his head back, and I took his lips with mine while I pinched his and pressed the other hand against his hole.

"Let's go."

Bloom followed me out of the shower as I opened the medicine cabinet and searched for lube. His arms came around me, and he kissed the center of my back.

"I like being naked with you, Logan."

I groaned. "Believe me. The feeling's mutual."

I hastily toweled us both dry, and we returned to the bedroom. Bloom shoved me onto my back and straddled me. He looked down at me, his lips slightly parted, his desire mirrored in his deep green eyes. His skin was still damp, glistening in the soft light of the bedside lamps.

"You're so fucking beautiful," I murmured, tracing his ribs, cupping his waist, and pulling him closer. "Come sit on my face and make it your chair."

He was a fast learner and knew exactly what he wanted. He braced his hands on the headboard and lowered his ass over my face. I brushed my fingers along the inside of his thighs, his muscles tensing under my touch. He jumped when my other hand found its way to his cheeks again and spread him apart. I pressed my tongue against him and licked a sweet line from his hole to his taint. Some things were instinct after all; he moved his hips, grinding his hole down on my tongue.

"Logan…I never knew this would feel so good. I don't want you to stop."

His vulnerability, his raw honesty, was a drug I was hooked on. I urged him down harder against my mouth, spinning him farther into ecstasy as my tongue worked its magic.