25. Logan

25

Logan

I can hear the water running but the usual sounds of Crew shuffling around in the tight space don't follow and curiosity gets the better of me. Pushing open the rickety little door I find him fumbling with the velcro on his vest. His fingers are shaky and his breathing is slow as he works at them.

"Here." I nudge his hands out of the way and he takes a step to the side so I can fit between him and the wall.

"What's wrong?" He asks, looking down at me through his arm as he struggles to lift it higher so I can get access. When the velcro pops he angles it over his head and I help him with the other arm before setting it on the small countertop.

"Nothing," I say and, even though in some cases, nothing is a form of deflection, in that moment, standing in the cramped bathroom with Crew Cassidy, truly nothing was wrong. I slide around him and check the temperature of the water. "Let me take care of you."

His hazel eyes soften as my hands run along the hem of his shirt and trace the smooth skin of his stomach. I lift the shirt from his chest and help him from the fabric, stretching it around the clotted wound on his bicep.

"You took a bullet for him," I whisper, fingers hovering over the long, twisted tear in his tan skin.

"I'd do it again." He looks down at it and his brows furrow together. He still thinks all of this is his fault, I can see it all over his face.

"You saved him." I press a hand to his jaw, running my thumb over the stubble. "You saved me," I say, trying to ease his worry. "We're okay now."

"We wouldn't have been in that situation if I had—" the muscle in his jaw ticks and he tries to look away from me but I hold his gaze.

"For a man who believes he's always right, you sure are making it easy to prove you otherwise."

Crew huffs in response.

"We would have never met if I didn't start this," I say to him, "all you did was finish it."

"Tonight could have gone very differently, Logan." He drops his tone.

"But it didn't. Ash is perfectly fine and probably starfished in my bed," I say quietly, tugging gently at his dirty blonde hair. "Right now all I want you to do is focus on me."

Fire lights behind those painfully conflicted hazel eyes.

"You think you can handle that, Huckleberry?" I whisper and pop the button on his jeans.

Crew's lips curl into a devilish smirk as he nods.

"Good boy." I step back, pressing against the wall to create space as I lift my shirt over my head.

A long sigh leaves his lips and he slides a thigh between my legs as his mouth crashes down against my bare collarbone. His fingers hook the strap of my bra and pull it down my arm until it hangs loose. His kisses are needy and trace a line along my throat until he's leaning against the wall above me and our eyes meet again.

Covered in sweat and blood. His ashy blonde hair sticks to his neck and temples. I can't help myself, leaning forward to kiss and nibble a line across his hard chest. His resolve breaking with every nip and peck, his dirty hands flex above my head on the wall.

"Let me shower first." He tries to argue and pull away. I grab the waist of his jeans, pushing him back until he's got room to strip from them.

"Multitask, Grizzly," I warn and he moves a little quicker than before as I slip past him into the shower and let the water run down my chest. I tug from the wet bra and throw it away, cupping my breasts in my hands as he admires the show.

I lean back against the tiled shower wall and let the water soak my hair and jeans without thought. He stands watching me, cock rock hard and pressed upward against his stomach, more ready than ever. My cunt clenches at the sight of him, tan, freckled skin stained with splotches of pale red where the blood has seeped through his shirt. His hazel eyes are alight with flecks of gold and green as he moves toward me.

He undoes the button on my pants and slips his hand into my underwear against my skin and into the warmth between my legs. His eyes light up when a soft moan drips from me and his hand sinks deeper.

"So ready for me." He scrapes his teeth against my bottom lip, kissing me as he pushes two fingers into my core, slowly. His palm works back and forth sending tiny vibrations of pleasure up into my stomach. "I wanna hear those sounds, pretty girl," he huffs against my mouth and presses his hand deeper, practically lifting me off my toes as I slide up against the wall trying to keep my balance.

Crew presses up against me and I can't stand how crazy it makes me feel. When he drags his hand from between my legs a whimper slips from my lips, suddenly cold and needing more. I shimmy from my wet jeans and he laughs at the urgency. When I'm free of the fabric he's on me in seconds, dipping down into my body. Wrapping his hand around my thigh he tucks my leg around his hip and presses against me slowly.

A strangled groan leaves his throat when I grasp his bicep forgetting about the gash on his arm for a split second. I kiss it in apology and run my hands over his shoulder around the wound. Carefully cleaning away the grime and blood until the water around our feet no longer runs pink.

Crew waits patiently, blonde hair soaked, hazel eyes bright and drowning in lust. His fingers squeeze at my thigh in protest as I grind against his hardened length to reach for the shampoo on the ledge behind him.

"Shepard," he huffs. His teeth find my earlobe and he bites down playfully in warning.

I whimper as his thumb flicks over my nipple. My fingers finally grasp the bottle and I squeeze the vanilla scented shampoo into the palm of my hand. His body tenses as I shift upward and his cock slides over my core.

"You're too tall," I say, "I need you on your knees."

Lust sparks and Crew takes in the space he has to work with, doing anything to oblige my need as he unlinks himself and sinks to his knees in the small shower. His hands run over my back and linger on the swell of my ass as he kisses my hip bones and tugs me closer.

"Like this?" He asks.

Water drips down his face and heat licks at my core when he peers up at me from his place below. I rake my soapy hands through his hair and for a moment he forgets about how needy we both are for contact and he lets me wash his hair.

"This is torture," he moans when I tug at his scalp, cutting off his train of thought, "Shepard, I need to taste you."

He doesn't wait for permission and I'm glad he doesn't as he hooks my leg over his shoulder and dips his soapy head between my legs. His tongue darts out over my cunt and undoes every ounce of resolve I have. I'm barely able to scrub the shampoo from his hair by the time he slips two fingers deep inside of me.

The palm of Crew's other hand presses against my stomach and holds me in place as he pumps his fingers in and out relentlessly until my body trembles under his touch. It's wet and the more he works the more my muscles become tingly and warm.

"You're going to get soap—" I stammer as his tongue laps over my clit in tortuous slow circles and paints stars in my vision. The way he moves is rhythmic and pushes pace with the sound of my racing heart as I work to control the orgasm that builds. "Crew," I moan as his teeth nip at my clit, "oh fuck." The sound drips from me as shockwaves of pleasure roll over my skin.

My cunt clenches around him, knuckle deep, and he pulls back and nibbles at the plump inner sides of my thighs to keep me quiet. He tips his head back for me, hazel eyes locked on mine and the devil's grin on his face.

"Woman." His voice is husky.

He rises from his knees and lets the water rinse the shampoo out. Shaking his head like a dog, water droplets spray the walls before he dips against my body. He lifts my leg around his hip and lines us up, waiting and watching as the tip of his cock teases my entrance and I lose all control of the situation.

He holds me tightly as my knees buckle and he works himself inside of my dripping core inch by inch. I try not to hold my breath as I sink down his shaft, constantly surprised with how big he is. My body adjusts as my head lolls back against the tile.

"That's my girl." Crew nips at the swell of my wet breast. "You can take all of it. I know you can," he whispers and thrusts the rest of the way into me, flooding my body with the sweetest tangle of pain and pleasure as I stretch around him. "You were made for me," he growls, losing his control as his fingers dig into my skin and his mouth finds mine.

Split open, our hips roll together and find a needy, frantic rhythm with one another as he slides his tongue into my mouth and demands the air in my lungs. I shatter under his touch as the small bathroom is filled with the sound of water, moans and slapping skin. It feels good to be his, without worry or wanting. Crew is all mine at this moment and I want it to last forever.

He pulls away only as my hands tangle into his short hair and tug on whatever I can, wrestling for control as he lifts me from the ground. I use my other hand to balance myself and to keep from hitting the top of the shower as he pounds into my core without hesitation.

Dipping down I nip at his shoulder with my teeth and drag a throaty groan from his lips.

"Don't stop," I plead with him. "I'm not going to last, Crew," I cry out as his hand finds my ass and his fingers claw at the skin roughly enough that he'll find the marks in the morning. "I can't-" I tremble as his cock stretches every inch of me as far as it will go.

"Not until I tell you," he warns, "wait, pretty girl. Hold on to it."

His voice is low and tight as he slams into me over and over again, his arm wrapped around my waist to force me down against him each time.

"That's a good girl." He kisses a line across my jaw before he cups my chin and makes me look at him. "You're on birth control?"

Crew asks, not because he doesn't know but because even between the filthy words he rasps against my skin, he wants to be sure. I nod.

"Good. I'm going to fuck you and fill you until you beg me to stop and then when you get up in the morning I'm going to do it again." He lowers his voice even more and a shiver passes through me that I've never felt before, but I love it.

He thrusts again, hips pushing up as tightly as he can before he slides down and repeats the process, fucking me as hard and as fast as he can.

"I love you, Shepard," he rasps and my heart feels like it's going to burst from my chest and my cunt throbs as he crashes into it. "I will love you until I die," he says, thrusting hard, "and when I die, I will wander around in the next life until I find you and then I will start all over again."

My breath catches in my throat.

"You don't have to say it back," he whispers, "I know you feel the same, I hear it in your moans and feel it," he thrusts again, slower this time and drags his cock against the sensitive parts of my entrance. "Here." He smiles against my mouth. "I'm going to love you with every breath I have left, Logan Shepard, and the whole world is going to know you're mine. "

I swallow tightly as he pulls back and drags his teeth over my bottom lip. Every inch of me that he inhabits flutters around his shaft, and stars dance across my vision as I'm pushed to the edge. I teeter on toes, clinging to the edge, gripping and grasping at Crew, begging for him to let me go.

"Do you understand?" He asks, hazel eyes heavy with lust.

I nod again, unable to form the words he needs to hear as the tension pulls so tightly inside of me that I might scream.

"Now come for me," he demands and my body obliges without consent. "Come now, Logan, and show me just how much you love me. "

My back arches into his touch as his body tenses around me and both of us rush to the top of our highs in unison. Crew doesn't stop even as my body shakes around him, he holds true on his promise, pinching at my clit as he fills me to the brim. It tangles together with my release and it leaks down my legs around him, warm against my thighs. When he looks up at me with those hazel eyes there's nothing but feral pride in them that spreads to his smile.

"I'm sorry." I kiss the bruising tooth marks I left on his shoulder with a small giggle. I slump against him as he lifts me carefully and sets me back on my feet under the running water.

"Don't be," he growls and kisses me. "Never temper that side of you, I fell in love with the hurricane. A sun shower just won't do anymore. I want it all, Logan."

"I love you too," I say, my knees weak from more than just the aftershocks. The playful smile on his face grows into something softer as he stares down at me, both of us ignoring how cold the water has gotten. "Everything you said," I sigh, locking eyes with him so he knows I'm serious, "I want it too."