“Baby.” He drove harder, and I pushed back against him. “I can’t ... I can’t stop.”
“Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
He pushed again and again, pumping into me, water pounding onto our backs and shoulders. The water may be running cold by now, but I didn’t care, because I couldn’t feel it. All I could feel were Logan’s teeth biting my shoulder and mine biting my lip.
When his hand came between my legs and touched my clit, I screamed and went over the edge, long jolts ricocheting through me as he relentlessly pounded until his entire body tightened, and he shoved hard one last time.
Twitches flickered through my body as he leaned into me, hands covering mine against the wet tiles. His fingers curled until our fingers were knit together then I felt the jerk of his c**k before he pulled out.
“Jesus,” Logan whispered close to my ear. He brought our arms down then locked his around me. He kissed the side of my neck. “I’d have never f**ked you if you didn’t want it. Never. When we were together ... Eme, that was just me and you. No one else. I was scared there too, and I needed you.” He stepped out of the shower and snagged a towel. “Come here.”
I turned off the taps and came to him. He dried my body, slow and gentle, taking his time. It was erotic the way his hands ran over my skin in a rhythmic stroke with the softness of the towel.
“You good?”
I nodded. I’d just been given an orgasm to kill all orgasms. Yeah, I was good.
He nodded once then grabbed a towel and walked out of the bathroom.
I stood staring at myself in the mirror, my skin pink from the water and Logan’s hands. I could see his teeth marks in my left shoulder and another red mark further up, below my ear. I ran my finger across it then down to my shoulder where he left his mark on me, and then I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around myself. I still felt him all over me, inside of me like he was swimming through my veins.
I loved him. This man that had broken me, and at the same time saved me. We were both broken in a way. I realized that he was more than me. We were unable to be repaired. But maybe that was why we were so good together.
Logan
He heard the door to the bathroom open and his c**k sprang to attention before she even appeared. Fuck. It was like the flood gates of the Hoover Dam had been broken. He wanted to have her again so bad; it was excruciating. Nothing, not even the months of torture he’d endured had hurt more than being denied Emily.
Logan lay on his back, one arm crooked above his head as he watched her walk out of the bathroom wearing his white button-down shirt that barely covered her ass. She looked like a timid angel; she was nervous, her steps hesitant and pausing near the bed. He made no secret of his appreciation and took in every inch of her. She flushed under his intense gaze; and it was sweet, and his c**k was already swelling, needing her again.
He thought he’d lost this woman. He thought he’d die in that shitty cold cellar. Raul had done a number on him, gutted Dave right in front of him, and that was only the beginning. Being a fighter didn’t help against chains that held his muscles stretched past their limit. He could remember hearing the click of the door, the inevitable slow stride of Raul as he walked through the darkness until father stood in front of his son. Then Raul asked the same question he asked every single day for months. “Where are they?”
And Logan gave his same answer. “Fuck you.” He’d suffer a thousand years before he’d give up Emily or his mother’s location. Deck had relocated his mother, and Emily was safe at the farm with Deck and his men making certain nothing touched her.
Yeah, he was screwed up after Deck got him out of there, took three months to physically recover and then another few to get his head on straight. He grew up with f**ked up shit; he knew how to cope, block shit out. That didn’t mean he didn’t have trouble dealing; it meant he found an outlet—his music.
“Logan?” Her soft voice was a whisper of sweetness, and he shoved the memory into the locked, black box of his mind.
“Baby, come here.” She almost looked fragile, the shielded look in her eyes was gone. He’d f**ked it right out of her. It was about goddamn time too.
She knelt on the bed, and the shirt moved up to reveal her inner thigh. He groaned as his c**k twitched again. This is what she did to him. He was putty in her hands, and the f**ked up thing was she thought he was the one in control.
When she started to crawl up from the end of the bed toward him like a cat, he nearly blew his load. Every muscle tensed, and he was panting like a female dog in heat. She wasn’t trying to be sexy; it was just the way she moved that sent his libido through the sky right into Pluto.
He couldn’t take watching her anymore and grabbed her under the arms and pulled her up against him. “If you’re not sore, I’m f**king you again.”
Heat flashed in her eyes, and he wanted to bow to the Gods for giving him this woman. A water droplet slipped down a strand of her hair, and he caught it between his fingers before it dropped onto her shirt. He slipped his finger into his mouth and tasted the scent of her shampoo, coconut papaya with a hint of vanilla.
He rolled her over onto her back then came on top of her, grabbing her hands so they were above their heads. “Hold the rails.”
His c**k was at full attention and hardened further when he saw her submit to his command. She was so submissive, and she didn’t even know it. Damn, she was made for him. Screw the shit that went down. Screw everything; this woman had him locked to her, and he’d suffer a million Raul’s in order to be right where he was now.