30

Ihad my eyes closed, but I wasn't asleep. I was antsy, too afraid of acting out in my dreams and drawing attention to us, so when it was Logan's time to keep watch, I lay still, feigning unconsciousness. If we didn't have to move until morning, that would be best. I'd expected movements on this wing already, even if it was unoccupied. Why had no one come searching for us? Did they think we'd found a way out? What the hell was going on? The last time I'd turned my phone on and messaged Crowe, he'd replied that nothing had changed. The police hadn't made a move for fear of more people ending up dead.

We couldn't stay in this room for long. Although we'd snuck out once to use the bathroom and get most of the grime off us, we hadn't dared to venture too far to find food. Sooner or later, we had to move.

Logan heaved a sigh. What was he thinking about? He no longer seemed upset about my confession, but he was quiet. If he had second thoughts about us, what would I do? Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut, but if I ended up dead and he escaped, I didn't want him to doubt how I felt about him, so I'd thought it better to explain.

If only I were better at reading people.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" he asked gruffly.

"It's November. I'm afraid." I'd started this honesty thing, so I might as well stick to it to the end.

"Of what?"

"The nightmares. If I have one of my night terrors, I might alert someone."

"What if I wake you up at the first signs of one coming on?"

"It's okay. I'm not that tired anyway."

Silence stretched between us. What if this was my last night with him? Was this how he would remember me? As the guy who told him he'd been second best for a while?

"Don't you think it's odd no one has come this way yet?" Logan asked.

"Yeah. What do you think happened?"

"Seems like they're no longer searching for us. But why?"

I shrugged. "Whatever it is, let's consider ourselves lucky. For now."

I should leave him to scout the area, but I didn't want him out of my sight. When we tried to escape, hell would break loose. For now, I wanted to pretend we were safe and didn't have anything to worry about.

"Logan."

"Hmm?"

"Tell me something about your childhood."

"My childhood?"

"Yes." I threw one leg over him and set my chin on his chest. "Do you have a family? What are they like? What kind of kid were you? Were you into sports or what? Who was your best friend?" I wanted to know everything in case I wouldn't get the chance to.

His heartbeat quickened, each beat drumming against my ear. He was silent, absentmindedly stroking my back. I liked it when he did that—touch me without being aware he was doing it.

He let out a soft sigh. "I am an only child."

"Like me. Did you want siblings?"

"Yeah, I did."

"And you always wanted to be a doctor?"

"Not always. There was a time I wanted to be a clown."

I laughed. "A clown?"

"What? You can't love a clown?"

"Only if that clown is you. I can't see it, though. You're way too serious to be a clown."

"I wasn't always this serious. Once upon a time, I lived life to the fullest."

"What changed?"

"Life."

His answer was so simple, but it made me think. What kind of person would I have become if I'd had a normal childhood? What if Crowe had never found me? Would I have been left to fend for myself as the animal my parents had raised me to be?

A shiver ran down my spine.

"Cold?" He slipped his hand under my shirt and continued to stroke my back. Tingles spread through me as his fingers pressed into my naked flesh, generating a heat that chased away the chill. His touch was so comforting, so familiar. It was as if his fingers knew exactly where to roam to calm my restless thoughts.

"No." I inched up his body and pressed kisses to his neck. "I'm so fucking glad I met you, Logan. Meeting you is one of the best things that has ever happened to me."

He groaned and turned his head, capturing my lips with his. Our kiss was desperate and hungry. Whether from our precarious situation or the simple need to express our emotions, I didn't know, nor did I care. He rolled us over so he lay on top of me, our bodies molding together as I clung to him, clutching his shirt.

"Logan."

"Hmm." He moved down my body, pressing kisses along my jawline and down my neck. "You're so damn tempting. It was only a matter of time before I touched you."

"Don't just touch me." I gasped for air, managing to suck in a breath before his teeth found the sensitive spot on my neck. "Logan, fuck me."

"I don't have any lube."

"Is there no other way?" I was desperate and would take it any way he gave it to me. I was no stranger to pain, and this was Logan. Why shouldn't I endure it for him?

"Spit, but it might still hurt. I can suck you off."

"It's not the same thing. I don't care if it hurts. Logan, if this is our last time together, I don't care how badly it hurts as long as I feel you inside me."

He groaned. "I shouldn't…" But he opened my pants and helped to pull them down to my thighs. I'd already ditched my underwear when I cleaned up earlier. "I won't take them completely off in case…"

In case we needed to make a quick escape. We were already throwing caution to the wind by fucking while we were being hunted. But what better way to go than to be found wrapped up in each other?

Logan palmed my cock and leaned over me to kiss me again. He licked a path of brimstone and fire in my mouth. I bucked my hips against his hand, needing more. His free hand roamed under my shirt and over my chest, his fingers tracing the lines of my skin.

"We have to make this fast."

"Yes." I didn't mind fast. I just wanted him inside my body. He helped me to my knees, and I braced my arms on the floor. We'd stripped the sheet from the bed and spread it out beneath us earlier. Logan's groan sounded painful as he spread my cheeks.

"I wish I could see you properly. You're so damn beautiful, Bloom. You deserve to be looked at and appreciated. You're the sexiest man I've ever met."

My chest swelled at the awe in his tone. Only he could make me believe those words. I'd been so sure spreading myself open like this for a man was degrading. Little had I known how much I craved being on my knees for Logan.

His breath ghosted over my skin as he tugged the zipper of his fly open. He pressed a wet finger over my hole and shoved his thumb inside. I hissed at the intrusion, but my body was quick to accept the stinging pressure.

"That's a good boy. Open up for me, my sweet little devil. Let me feel your hole stretch around my fingers."

I whimpered as he worked me open with two fingers and enough saliva to run down my taint and cling to my balls. I reached beneath me to grab my balls and squeeze them.

"Logan." I gasped. "Do that thing with your tongue."

"You mean this?"

He ran his tongue along the crease of my ass, and shivers racked through me. I groaned loudly, my knuckles white against the hard ground. He gripped my thighs, spreading me wider for him, and darted his tongue out. The wet sound of him lapping at my hole filled the room. Electric current zapped through me. I lowered my torso even more and spread my knees as far as my pants would allow me. I released my cock, grasped both my cheeks, and spread them.

"Right there, Logan," I whispered as his tongue stabbed in and out of me. Rocking back into each thrust, I lost myself in the pleasure of Logan's mouth. My nipples were so tight, and my body hummed all over under the worship of his tongue.

"Oh, my Satan."

He slipped two fingers inside me, sliding them in and out of me fast while stroking my cock with his free hand. "Shh. Be good. We don't want to alert the bad guys, do we?" He bit my ass cheek.

Ugh, I wouldn't care if one of them popped in as long as Logan kept alternating his tongue and his fingers inside me like he was.

"How does it feel, baby? Do you like the way I take care of your gorgeous ass?"

"Yes. You own it. You own me, Logan. Please."

Oh, dear Satan, I was begging. Begging for a man to fuck me. How low had I sunk? Yet I felt so fucking high and weightless.

Logan placed one last openmouthed kiss over my hole. The next second, that beautiful cockhead I might be a little more than addicted to, slick in saliva, pressed against my hole.

He hadn't been joking when he said no lube would hurt. Even with him being gentle, slowly invading my body, it stung more than it had the other times he'd fucked me.

"So fucking tight," Logan groaned. "Feels so good."

And I knew then I'd take him, even if it meant being unable to walk for a week. As long as Logan was happy. That was all I wanted.

"Bloom." I must have made a sound because he stopped moving. "How are you doing, baby?"

"Fine," I squeaked.

He swore. "I knew this was a bad idea." He reached beneath me to support my torso and pulled me up to my knees with my back against his. He rocked back on his haunches so he was sitting on his knees with me on his lap.

"I can take it."

"Show me that you can. This way I won't push past your limit. You take what you can."

"Aren't you afraid I'll want everything?"

"Everything's already yours."

I shoved my pants down to my ankles to give me more room. Balancing against him, I spat in my hand and wet the rest of his cock that was not inside me yet.

"You don't have to take all of it. Just ride the tip."

"Okay." I rocked back and forth on his cockhead, my body stretching to accommodate him. Logan's hands were firm on my hips, guiding me in a slow, measured rhythm that matched my own. His hold was gentle but firm.

"Fuck…Bloom," he hissed as my muscles clenched around him. "You ride that cock so well. Just like that, baby. Fuck yourself on my tip."

But the tip wasn't enough. It didn't satisfy the ache deep inside me to feel him in my guts, buried as deep as humanly possible.

I sank down, stretching myself more as I took him all in. Pain laced with pleasure spiraled through me, a moan escaping my lips as every inch of him filled me.

"That's more than just the tip," Logan groaned, but he tightened his grip on my hips, so I knew he was loving it. "You could have at least stopped at an inch."

"Why stop when I can have you balls deep?"

"You're going to be sore tomorrow."

"I could be dead tomorrow, so who cares?"

"Blo…ooooom."

To prevent him from chiding me, I lifted and slammed my ass back down on him. The sensation of being filled with spit alone was intense, heady. But I liked it. The pain. The throbbing pressure of his cock as I rode him.

"Fuck, fuck. Slow down, baby. Slow down."

But he didn't mean it. His hands on my hips urged me faster, and he punched up, spearing me with his cock. My ass smacked into his lap hard, the slap mixing with our heavy breaths. I took perverse satisfaction in knowing I could reduce him to this…a man who lost control, who knew he was hurting me but wanted me too much to put a stop to it.

"Oh…God." Logan shifted us so I was back on my knees without him leaving my body. He pulled out just enough to work some spit against my hole. I hissed at his fingers rubbing around my rim.

"Do you want me to stop?" he said as he shoved his cock back inside me. "Do you?"

"No. Don't stop. Please. I love the way you fuck my ass, Logan." I fisted my right hand and bit my knuckles. It was stupid, but I liked this, liked that only his spit came between us. No manufactured lube. In that dark, dingy room our lives hanging by a thread, I didn't want anything that wasn't us to come between us.

Logan held my hips in position and ground into me. His pace was tough, even though I sensed he was holding back. His thrusts were relentless, giving me no chance to catch my breath, and my body had no choice but to open up for him.

I sobbed against my fist.

"Jesus, Bloom." Logan inched away, but I reached a hand back to grip his hip and pull him back to me.

"Don't you dare stop. Not until you come inside me."

"But—"

"It's either fuck me, or I'll wait till you fall asleep, tie you to that bed, and ride you till my legs give out."

"Jesus." Logan lunged forward, the roughness of it stealing my breath. "You're so demanding. I shouldn't love it this much, but I do."

"Just fuck me, Logan. Stop thinking. Fuck me like it's the last time."

I gasped, arching my back when he did and hit that perfect spot inside me. Every thrust sent white-hot pleasure slicing through me until I was panting and writhing beneath him.

"You're perfect," he whispered, his words tender and soothing where his pace was hard and punishing.

"You're so good at taking my cock."

"I wish I could see the way your hole spreads around me."

"I swear you have the prettiest hole I've ever seen. I could fuck you all night."

"I'm so proud of the way you take me inside your body."

The words fed my craving, his voice a strained growl that was as much a part of this as the cock pushing into me. I couldn't help responding to his praises as if they were the sweetest declarations of love. To me, they were.

"I…Lo…" I stuttered out his name, trying to find the words but failing. My mind was so clouded by pleasure, by the sensation of being utterly filled by him, words seemed futile.

"Shhh," he whispered against my neck, pushing into me with a sharp thrust. "Don't talk, baby. Just feel. Let me take care of your body. So fucking perfect."

His hands were all over me, touching me. There was no possible way to feel any closer to him. My skin came alive, dancing on my bones. I tensed, the orgasm he'd been building inside me cresting.

I opened my mouth in a silent scream, the energy failing me to utter a sound. My release burst out in a series of spasms, and I convulsed hard beneath him.

"That's it. I can't get enough of you, Bloom." Logan's movements became erratic, the pace wild. My body continued to spasm around him, drawing him in deeper. With a throaty groan, he stiffened and filled me.

He collapsed onto me as we struggled to catch our breaths. His heart was pounding against my back while he wrapped his arms tightly around me, his embrace almost suffocating but in a comforting way. Logan pulled out, and a cry startled out of me.

"Fuck."

Apparently, I'd been having sex on adrenaline because now that it ebbed away, my ass was on fire.

"Shit. Does it hurt that bad?"

"No," I lied. If he knew how much he'd wrecked me, he would be too gentle with me in the future. The aftermath might be uncomfortable, but it was so fucking worth it.

He shifted, moving carefully so as not to brush against my overly sensitive skin. His rough fingers traced gentle patterns along my thigh—an act of comfort, perhaps an apology.

"I'm sorry."

"Logan, I'm fine. You didn't do anything I didn't want."

"I can make it better. I'll sneak out and get some—"

He started to get up, but I grabbed his arm. "No. Don't leave me."

"I just want to make it better."

My heart thudded, and I breathed out deeply. "Please. It doesn't hurt that badly, I promise. Just stay with me. Please."

After all, we had no idea what tomorrow might bring. At least he didn't. I would do everything I could to get him out of there.