Chapter 58

CHAPTER 58

“ I thought you were tired,” Jill managed to get out on a moan as she dropped her head forward and tightened her grip around the bathroom counter.

“I’m exhausted,” Logan promised her as he leaned down and kissed the back of her neck.

“Doesn’t feel like you are,” she said, licking her lips hungrily as he watched her in the bathroom mirror.

“What does it feel like?” Logan asked, kissing a path down her neck as he kept his movements slow, sliding his cock inside her as he moved his hands over her.

“That you lied when you said that you just wanted a quick shower,” Jill said, making him chuckle.

“Do you want me to stop?” Logan asked as he moved his hand between her legs and found her swollen clit.

“I want you to stop teasing me,” Jill said, pushing back against him in a desperate attempt to ride his cock.

“What else?” Logan asked, teasing her clit with his fingertips and was forced to close his eyes on a groan when the phantom sensation teased the tip of his cock.

“I want you to fuck me harder,” Jill said, making him groan as he wrapped his arm around her and-

“Oh, God…” Jill managed to get out as he began moving faster, fucking her with firm strokes while he moved his fingers over her, teasing her swollen little clit and making her breaths come faster.

God, the fucking pleasure…

It felt like the tip of his cock was being caressed while the rest was being squeezed and licked and he couldn’t get enough. He moved faster, fucked her harder as he kissed the back of her neck, teasing her clit and-

Lost his fucking mind when she screamed his name.

Christ, it was so fucking good, Logan thought as she squeezed him, causing his cock to swell inside of her as pure ecstasy spread up his spine and-

“Angel,” Logan growled against the back of her neck as he came inside her.

For several minutes, they stood there, trying to catch their breath until finally, Logan pulled back only to be forced to bite back another groan as the move caressed his sensitive cock. “I’ll never be able to get enough of you,” he said, pressing his lips against the back of her neck.

“Promise?” Jill asked, turning her head.

“God, yes,” Logan said, taking her mouth in a slow kiss.

Smiling, Jill turned around and playfully pushed him away. “I think I need another shower,” she said with a teasing smile as she walked past him, making him groan as his gaze dropped to her heart-shaped ass.

Without a word, Logan found himself following her into the shower and reaching for her as soon as she turned the water on. He took her mouth in a hungry kiss as he blindly reached over and grabbed the bottle of body wash. Never breaking off the kiss, they ran their hands over each other, taking their time washing their bodies until sometime later when she broke off the kiss and laid her forehead against his chest with a soft sigh.

“Tired, Angel?” Logan asked, kissing the top of her head as he reached over to turn the water off.

“You get twin duty for Shane’s sixteenth birthday,” she muttered with a heartfelt sigh, making him chuckle.

“Deal,” Logan said, unable to help but smile as he kissed the top of her head one last time before he took her hand in his and led her out of the shower. He took his time drying off his grumbling mate, stealing quick kisses before he helped her into one of the tee-shirts that Shane had outgrown and a pair of soft cotton shorts before he pulled on a pair of grey sweatpants since the twins had a tendency of crawling in their bed most nights.

Once they were dressed, Logan entwined their fingers together and led her into their bedroom, more than ready to crawl into bed and pass out for the night. He-

“Dad?” Shane said, drawing their attention to find Shane stumbling into their bedroom with his hand pressed against his stomach, looking pale. “Something’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong?” Logan asked as they quickly made their way across the room.

“I don’t know,” Shane said, shaking his head only to double over and release a groan as his trembling legs gave out and-

“It’s okay. I’ve got you,” Logan said, catching his son before he could fall and carried him to the bed and laid him down.

“What’s happening?” Shane asked, curling up into a ball as Jill reached over and ran her fingers through his sweat-slicked hair before pressing the back of her hand against his forehead.

“He’s burning up,” Jill said as Shane’s terrified gaze shifted to him and-

“He’s turning,” Logan said, watching Shane’s eyes flicker silver.

“It’s too soon,” Shane bit out as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Get Tomas,” Logan said, watching Jill nod before she quickly made her way to the door.

“What’s wrong with Shane?” Caleb mumbled sleepily as he stumbled past Jill into the room along with Emma.

“Looks like your brother’s going through his first transition,” Logan said quietly as he leaned down and kissed Shane’s forehead. “It’s going to be okay.”

“It hurts,” Shane mumbled weakly.

“I know it does,” Logan said softly, wishing like hell that he could take this pain away for his son. Logan reluctantly stood up and-

“Is he going to get fleas?” Caleb asked, earning a silver-eyed glare from his brother.

“I’m not going to get fleas,” Shane bit out only to get ignored by his little brother.

Nodding solemnly, Caleb said, “I should make him a card,” turning around and quickly made his way out the door, pausing only long enough to grab hold of Emma’s hand before running off and-

“They’re getting the glitter,” Shane said with a groan as he buried his face in the comforter.

“Probably,” Logan said, chuckling as he made his way to the bureau and grabbed some clothes and quickly changed. When he was done, Logan made his way back to the bed and scooped up Shane and carefully threw him over his shoulder. “Let’s go.”

“Where are we going?” Shane asked only to follow that up with a groan when he was forced to grab hold of the back of Logan’s shirt.

“Pack land,” Logan said, carefully shifting Shane over his shoulder as he headed for the door. “I had everything set up months ago.”

“Wait. Why are they getting glitter?” came the panicked demand that had Logan’s lips twitching as he paused outside the playroom to find Tomas standing there, struggling not to panic as he watched the twins tear through the craft box with Jill’s help.

“Shane has fleas,” Caleb said, nodding solemnly as he grabbed the bottle of black glitter while Jill helped Emma pick out construction paper.

He felt Shane go still against his back before he bit out, “I don’t have fleas!”

“I’m taking him to the Pack land,” Logan said, watching as Tomas opened his mouth only to close it and swallow hard as he watched Caleb grab a large bottle of glue and another bottle of glitter with an unholy smile on his face.

“Please don’t do this to me,” Tomas said hollowly as Logan carried Shane into the room.

“You’ll be fine,” Logan promised him, biting back a wince when Caleb grabbed a bottle of red glitter.

“Logan?” Jill said, putting everything into that one word as her gaze shot to Shane.

“I’ll keep him safe, Angel,” Logan promised as he leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“Promise?” Jill asked, reaching up to run her fingertips over his jaw.

“Always,” Logan said against her forehead before he stepped back and gave Emma’s cheek a gentle caress. “Be good for Mommy.”

Nodding, Emma grabbed the bottle of green glitter and joined Caleb at the table as Logan reluctantly turned around and headed for the door. With a pointed look at Tomas, Logan said, “Keep my family safe.”

“Who’s going to keep me safe?” Tomas asked as his gaze shifted back to Caleb and muttered, “Oh, God, no…” when Caleb’s gaze shifted to the fingerpaint. Chuckling, Logan headed for the door. A moment later, he was carrying Shane downstairs and made his way into the living room.

“Please hurry, Dad,” Shane mumbled weakly.

“It’s going to be okay,” Logan promised, quickly making his way across the library, all while telling himself that everything was going to be okay. He-

“Dad?” Shane said when Logan went still, his gaze locking on the bookshelf hiding the passageway.

Swallowing hard, Logan pulled his phone out of his pocket and swiped it open. He pressed his fingertip against the app that had been blocking Tattletale from finding him and turned it off before scrolling through his contacts. In seconds, he found the number that he knew would save his family and hit “send” as the sounds of boots hitting the stone stairs on the other side of the door reached him and-

“Come and fucking get me.”