23

Iliked it when my face was the first thing Logan saw when he woke up. For almost an hour, I'd been lying in bed next to him, watching him sleep and waiting for him to get up. Although his eyes were closed, his lips curved up, so I knew he was finally awake. And he knew I had snuck into bed with him. Again.

He snaked a hand out, and I shuffled closer until I was pressed up against his side, one of my legs thrown between his with my knee dangerously close to his groin. These past two weeks with him were the best moments of my life. Finally, I felt like I had a life outside of the club. Not that I would ever want to walk away from my brothers, but having someone who cared about me like Logan did was different. The way we talked, laughed, and spent time together was different. The intimacy was nothing like I'd ever thought to experience with anyone.

"Hmm. You feel good."

"So do you." I skimmed my fingers across his soft chest hair. "Did I wake you?"

"No, I don't think so." His eyes popped open, the warmth in them making my stomach flutter. "There's your beautiful face."

When he looked at me that way, it always led to sex or making out. Not that I was complaining. Had anyone told me I would become a slut for this man, I wouldn't have believed it, but I couldn't get enough of him. It didn't help that he had woken up with a hard-on.

He touched my neck, my cheekbone, my nose, my lips. I parted them and sucked his thumb into my mouth.

"Still not tired of me climbing on top of you?" he whispered.

"Never."

He rescued his thumb. "What time is it, and when did you get here? I thought we planned for me to meet you at the clubhouse."

The Blood Hounds and the Grimm Reapers were throwing an exclusive party at the former's clubhouse. When I'd found out Logan had never been to one, I'd begged him shamelessly to go with me. Yes, I begged him. On my knees. And I didn't even have his cock in my mouth at the time. I wanted to show Logan off to my other brothers. I, too, had myself a man, a man I was proud to be with. He was the smartest man I knew and not at all as grumpy as he acted. He didn't let me buy anything when we went out together, and yeah, that thing he did so well with his tongue and my ass made me into his sex slave. I would do anything he wanted if he kept playing with my body like that.

"I couldn't wait to see you." I ran my hand over his pecs, over the tense muscles. "And I thought I should be here in case you changed your mind."

"Why would I change my mind? I promised you."

"I know, but I was still worried I'd look like an idiot by telling everyone I'm bringing you if you didn't show up. I don't think some of the bikers believe me when I mention you're mine."

Logan chuckled. "I like the way you say that."

"Say what?"

"Most people would have just said we're dating or in a relationship, but you always use mine."

"That's because it's true." I raised my head and stared him in the eyes. "Isn't it?"

He groaned. "Unfortunately."

"Unfortunately?"

Logan laughed and rolled off the bed, but I got to my feet and jumped on his back. He stumbled but managed to steady himself, instinctively reaching back to secure my legs around his waist. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, pulling a surprised laugh from him.

"You're like a damn koala. Always hanging on to me."

"You got a problem with that?"

I bit the side of his neck, and he groaned. "No, sir, I don't. You can climb on me all you want."

He carried me into the bathroom on his back. He knew me better by now to not ask me to get down while he pissed. I licked my lips, salivating at the sight of his thick cock. Because of his damn hectic schedule, we hadn't slept with each other in four days, and my body was screaming it was time. We'd reached our limit.

"I can feel you staring at my dick." He kicked off his pajama bottoms, took up a thick towel, and spread it out on the vanity. "Get down."

"No."

"I can hardly pet you the way you like if you're on my back."

Ugh, he knew me too well. I shimmied down his back, peeled off my clothes, and dropped them onto the floor. Logan picked me up and placed me on my knees on the towel with my face to the mirror. Once I would have thought the position was degrading, but my heart jumped like a jackrabbit had taken up residence in my chest.

Logan took up the toothpaste and lube. "What time does this party start again? Do we have time to drop by the store first? I ordered you something I want to get."

"Yeah? What is it?" It was hard concentrating on his words when he was taking his sweet time, first squeezing toothpaste onto his toothbrush, then coating his fingers with lube.

"I found this black lace lingerie I want you to wear for me tonight."

"Lingerie?"

"Hmm. I could picture you in it—so damn sexy." He brushed his teeth with his right hand and brought his left between my cheeks. I held my breath as he teased me a little, then slid both fingers inside me.

"Ooh." I spread my legs wider and braced a hand on the vanity. With slow and deliberate motions, he fucked my ass with his fingers. In no time, my cock was hard, precum leaking onto the vanity.

He spat out toothpaste. "So do we?"

What was he talking about? I couldn't focus on anything but what his wicked fingers were doing inside me.

"Do we have time to make the stop?" he asked. "And will you wear the lingerie I bought for you?"

He grazed my prostate, and I gasped, eyes rolling back in my head. "Logan." I moved my hips to the rhythm of his fingers. "Yes, whatever you want. Just don't stop, please."

He chuckled darkly and resumed brushing his teeth while teasing me. The warmth of my breath fogged up the mirror, but I could still see my face. Stunned, I stared back at the image with heavy-lidded eyes and parted lips while my hair streamed down my shoulders. Damn, I felt…sexy.

"See how damn beautiful you are?" Logan murmured, crooking his fingers so I cried out. He rinsed his mouth but never removed his fingers. When his toothbrush was back in the holder, he moved behind me and spread my cheeks open. I arched my back.

"I just can't keep my hands off you." Logan planted kisses on my back. "God knows I tried, but it's a losing battle."

"You don't seem to mind losing."

"Because I still end up winning. Look at this ass." A satisfying groan left him. Then his mouth was there—right where I liked it—and my soul separated from my body. All I could do was feel the sensations he triggered, with his tongue slurping at my hole and his fingers alternately diving deep inside.

Logan's hungry exploration of my body unlocked my limbs, and I moved effortlessly against his tongue. His palm cracked against my cheek, the sound echoing in the bathroom.

Logan went still. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"

I reached back to grab my ass and squeeze, then slapped it hard. "It feels better when you do it."

"Are you sure?"

"Hell, yes. It felt so fucking good."

"Then I really must."

He slapped my ass again, and I choked out a muffled moan. "More."

"God, how are you so fucking sexy?" He wrapped an arm around my torso, and I turned my head to kiss him. "You were a virgin. You're supposed to question everything I do, but you take my dick like you've been riding it for years."

"I will."

Logan picked me up and brought me to the shower. We kissed while he fumbled with the faucet. I gasped when cold water hit my back. He whispered he was sorry and adjusted the temperature. All with my arms around his neck and legs wrapped around his waist.

He didn't once allow my feet to touch the ground. Not even after he lubed up and slipped his cock inside me. He shifted us so my legs dangled from his arms, pressed me against the wall, and laid into me. Loud cries tumbled from my mouth with each forceful thrust that slammed my hips into the glass. He had my cheeks in his hands, keeping them pried apart while he buried himself deeper inside me. Over and over until I nearly drove us deaf.

His lips came down on mine, soaking up my cries. He slowed his pace, but his thrusts became possessive that claimed everything I had to give him, leaving nothing for me. I had no choice but to hang on to him and take everything he offered.

"Logan," I whimpered into his mouth, turning my head to kiss and bite his neck, tasting the water cascading around us, the sweat on his skin, and the tangy blood under my teeth. His groans echoed in my ears, mingling with splashing water.

"Damn it, you feel better every single time."

I bit his neck again, never staying at the same place for long until his skin was marked with my need. Each nip of my teeth made him hiss, made his grip on my thighs tighten, made his thrusts more frantic. I reveled in this power I held over him, how I could push him to the brink with just my mouth.

"Jesus, Bloom, that hurts." He hissed. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"Just marking what's mine. And you deserve it for making me love this so much."

"Damn, I'm going to come, but I'll wait for you."

He didn't have to. His next thrust drove me over the edge. I clenched my muscles around him and unraveled. Tremors rolled through me. I tightened my grip on him as I rode the waves of not just my climax but also his as his thrusts became frenetic. He snapped his hips once more and clamped his teeth together. I couldn't take my eyes off him and how much pleasure he got from my body.

Dammit, I already wanted to do it again. I loved how much he enjoyed my body. Because he was so open with me when we were having sex, I felt I didn't have to hide my emotions from him either.

For a moment, the only sound in the bathroom was the harsh panting of our breaths and the steady flow of water cascading over our bodies. Him softening inside me sent another shudder through my body. Slowly he eased out of me, then shifted us so that we were both under the warm stream. He washed me with a tenderness that made my heart swell.

"Logan."

"Hmm."

"Do I make you happy?"

"Yes. And do I make you happy?"

"You make me, Logan."

He fell silent but washed my body. Did he understand what I was trying to say to him? The me that existed now was because of him.

"Bloom."

He said my name with a sigh but didn't say anything else. Just gave me a kiss on my nose.