by K. C. Lynn
“I’ll bring his name up to Lewis. I won’t tell him why, I’ll just ask if he’s heard of him and see what he says.”
Jaxson nods. “Let me know what he says then we’ll go from there.” He looks at the others next to him. “On another note, let’s talk the fitness side of things. I know we originally started this gym for that reason and only planned to do some training for the fighters. But the fighting has exploded and the fitness part has been nothing but a bunch of women looking for dates, and I’m fucking sick of it.”
“I agree,” Cade says.
“It’s not that bad,” Sarge says in disagreement. “And beautiful women add to the atmosphere.”
“Bullshit it’s not that bad. Just look at how many throw themselves at him while we are in the middle of fucking training him,” Cade says, pointing at Logan.
My muscles tense as jealousy burns in my gut. It doesn’t surprise me but I still hate it, and I hate all the girls that are always at the fights, lifting their shirts and flashing the fighters. Just thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach.
As if sensing my thoughts, Logan’s hands tighten on my hips before he pulls me closer to him. Unfortunately, I have a harder time melting into him than usual.
“So what the hell are we going to do with the thousands of dollars worth of equipment we have?” Sawyer asks.
Cade shrugs. “Katelyn has mentioned to me before that she would like to come in twice a week to teach spin and yoga. Maybe we can let her do that. We can offer a few fitness classes through her.”
“Good idea,” Jaxson says. “Let’s do that. We’ll make sure the classes are scheduled when we aren’t training or running self-defense.”
“Sounds like a plan to me,” Sawyer agrees.
Sarge, on the other hand, doesn’t seem as pleased about it but accepts it. “Well, Katelyn will probably need a hand, so make sure she knows that I’m here to help her out, too. I’ll be on call if any of them overheat and need mouth to mouth.”
I shake my head but can’t help the small smile that touches my lips. That man needs a date with a real nice lady. Once he’s back on his feet and not living at the gym any more, I’m going to help him do exactly that.
After some more talk of the gym we all get up to leave at the same time. Except for Sarge of course, he and Bandit retire to their cot and television.
The drive home is silent, probably because I can’t help but think about Cade’s comment back there.
Is it always the same girl hitting on him? Is it Sara? Or is it a bunch of them? Does it matter?
Ugh, no, it doesn’t, it sucks all the same. I know this, but for some reason, as we pull up to his apartment and get out of the truck, I can’t help but say: “So you’re creating quite the dating service at the gym, are you?” I try to act nonchalant about it but figure I probably sound as jealous as I feel.
Smooth, Anna, real smooth.
He grunts.
I glance over at him as we walk up the stairs. “Is that a yes?”
His eyes narrow in warning and it causes my stomach to do a little flip. “That means your comment doesn’t dignify a response because you know the answer.”
He’s right, I do, but I still can’t seem to help myself. “Hmmm, maybe,” I toss over my shoulder before walking into his apartment.
Just as I hear the door slam, Logan comes up behind me and pulls me back snug against him, one arm wrapping around my waist and the other across my chest. “What do you mean maybe? Do I need to remind you, Anna, who I belong to?” My heart kicks into overdrive and a delicious shiver travels through me at his husky voice in my ear. “Hmmm?” he asks again as I try to find my words. His teeth gently nip my earlobe, drawing a moan to escape me. “Answer me, baby. Do I need to remind you?”
Yes, he does, because if he doesn’t I might combust from the heat thrumming through me.
I nod, still having a hard time forming words through my dry throat.
A low growl rumbles in his chest and vibrates against my back. “I was hoping you would say that.” Bringing his hands to my shoulders, his fingers slip under the straps of my sundress and he begins sliding them slowly down my arms. “I will gladly remind you, and I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”
Oh god.
My breath locks in my throat at the promise, anticipation humming through me for what’s to come.
“Other than annoyance, do you know what I feel if a girl approaches me, Anna?” I shake my head. Leaning in, he brings his mouth to my ear. “Nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing. You know why?” he asks, pushing my dress down until it pools at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my pink lace thong. “Because they aren’t my Anna.”
His words have my heart flooding with warmth and all the jealousy I felt moments ago evaporates.
“Their eyes aren’t warm like yours. Their hair isn’t the right color or length,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck. “And their smiles don’t light up every dark place inside of me like yours does.”
I swallow hard, absorbing every word. Knowing that I do that to him means more than anything else in this world. He steps back and I hear the rustle of clothing before he comes up behind me once more, skin to skin. A fevered sigh escapes my lips as his heat envelops me.
Slowly, he begins running his hands up my rib cage until he reaches my swollen, aching breasts, tweaking my sensitive nipples between his fingers. “Logan.” I moan, loving the feel of his warm hands on my bare skin. Reaching up, I snake an arm around his neck, and melt back against him as he brings my body to life in the most beautiful way with his touch.
“My cock only gets hard for one girl, baby, and you’re it. Even when I first got out and hadn’t fucked in four years they didn’t appeal to me. Instead I would come home and stroke my cock, thinking about my girl—my Anna.”
His fingers pluck my nipples harder; the exquisite pain has my pussy throbbing with an intensity that borders pleasure and pain. With a whimper I thrust against his erection, seeking the relief I desperately crave.
His hand coasts down my stomach and stops just above the lace, his warm palm splaying on my lower abdomen. “One day this is going to be swollen with my baby.”
I suck in a sharp breath, my heart swelling at his words. “Yes.”
His hand slides down further. “Mine.” He growls, cupping me.
“Yours,” I agree on a whisper.
“Damn right. Every fucking part of you belongs to me, just like I belong to you.” Gripping my hips he walks me forward, then bends me over the side of the couch.
Another moan escapes me as the cool leather greets my sensitive nipples. My erratic heart rate soars and anticipation shoots through me at the unknown.
“This okay, Anna?” he asks, his voice husky with arousal.
I don’t hesitate with my answer. “Yes, it’s more than okay.”
He trails his large, warm hand from the top of my spine down to the bottom, his lips following its path until I feel him kneel behind me. A low growl erupts from him as he cups my ass in his hands. “Jesus, you have the most beautiful ass I’ve ever seen. It’s fucking perfect, just like the rest of you.” My breathing accelerates as his finger traces the lace material of my thong. “The things I want to do to you,” he murmurs.
“Then do them,” I blurt out before I can think more of it.
I feel him tense behind me. “Be careful what you ask for, Anna, I only have so much control.”
“I can take anything you have to give me, just as long as it’s you,” I tell him truthfully.
“Oh, it will always, only be me, baby.” He plants a soft kiss to my lower back then moves between my legs, facing the most intimate part of me. I gasp in surprise as he nips the inside of my thigh sharply. He licks the bite, soothing the sting before he runs his nose down the center of my wet panties. My entire body trembles as he kisses the top of each thigh. “You smell so fucking good.” He growls. Gathering the material of my panties in one hand he tugs the lac
e to the side and blows gently on my pulsing clit.
“Oh god.” My knees weaken and I’m thankful for the sofa that’s beneath me. I squirm to bring his mouth where I desire him most.
“You want me to lick your pussy, Anna?”
“God yes.” I whimper desperately.
“Good, because I want that, too. I love eating your pussy, baby,” he croons just seconds before giving me what I want.
A pleasured cry slips past my lips as his tongue swipes through my aching flesh. My panties are eliminated as he fists the scrap of lace in his hands, giving it a hard yank before delving back in again. This time he pays special attention to my swollen nub, giving it the attention it craves.
“Logan, it’s so good.” I moan, pleasure flooding every part of my body. His hands move to the inside of my thighs and he pushes them further apart before plunging two fingers inside of me. “Ahhh!” I cry out at the delicious invasion, my hips moving to the rhythm of his tongue and fingers.
At the feeling of my impending orgasm, I begin riding his face faster. Just before I reach sweet bliss he slightly eases the pressure of his mouth and removes his fingers from me. A noise of disappointment leaves my throat.
Why on earth would he stop?
Before I can ask him he takes the same two fingers that were deep inside of me and runs them through my wet slit all the way to the crevice of my ass. I tense as he stops at my small puckered entrance, my heart jackhammering in my chest.
“Trust me, Anna,” he murmurs.
A small sliver of apprehension skitters down my spine. This is territory we have never stepped into before, but as nervous as I am, my curiosity is stronger.
Licking my dry lips, I nod then realize he can’t see me. “Yes,” I whisper.
His fingers drag back and forth through my wet flesh as he lubricates them with my arousal. “I’m going to make you feel good, baby, I promise.” He brings his mouth against me again, his skillful tongue easing my hesitancy. I feel him massage the tight hole with a wet finger before slowly sliding the tip of it inside of me.
“Oh god!” I still at the exquisite burn, a part of me craving more and the other part wanting to force him out.
“Relax, baby. Just breathe and let me in.”
Taking a deep breath I do what he says and force myself to relax. As I exhale he pushes in a little further, stretching me more than I thought possible. The painful pleasure is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, like dousing gasoline to a fire. His tongue starts working my clit again and it’s exactly what I need. It isn’t long before the pleasure overrides the pain and I begin seeking more of his finger.
“That’s my girl, take my finger.” He hums in approval, the vibration of his words reverberating through my body. “One day soon it’s going to be my cock invading this tight ass of yours, Anna.”
Oh god.
My pussy clenches at the thought of him taking me that way. “Logan, please, I’m so close,” I plead, anxious for him to push me over the dark ledge I’m teetering on.
“Shh, I got you, baby.” He captures my bud between his lips and sucks with an intensity that has me detonating. A scream of pleasure rips from my throat as ecstasy rocks me to my core. I buck against his face, splintering into shards of divine pleasure, soaring to a new high I never want to come down from.
As my orgasm continues to tear through me, I vaguely register Logan move to stand behind me. In an effort to have him inside of me as quickly as possible, I push back—seeking him, needing him. I don’t have to wait for long. Gripping my hips firmly, he plunges inside of me with a force that knocks the breath from me.
A groan leaves him as he stills deep inside of me. “We still good, Anna?” he asks, his voice is tight with restraint.
“So good.” I moan, finding it hard to get words past my raw throat. “Please don’t stop, I want everything you have to give me.”
With a growl, his grip strengthens on my hips and he begins fucking me with an intensity that has my knees buckling from his ferocious thrusts. Gripping the sofa, I bite my lip to stifle my screams.
“You feel this, Anna? Do you feel how fucking perfect this is?” he says through clenched teeth. “How could I want anything else when I have this? This is fucking heaven, baby. There isn’t anything or anyone else that could ever come close to it.”
“Logan.” I whimper, his precious words completely contradicting the way he’s possessing my body.
“You are mine! Say it.”
“I’m yours.” I moan softly, obeying the order.
“And I’m yours, baby.”
It’s a statement but I find myself repeating it anyway. “You’re mine.”
“Look at me, Anna.”
I crane my head back to look at him, the air seizing in my chest at the view behind me. Logan’s powerful body is on full display, glistening with sweat. His eyes are wild with lust as he pounds into me, claiming me in a way that can only be described as animalistic. It’s the most beautiful and real thing I’ve ever seen.
The sight has a smile tugging at my lips and it fuels one of his own. “Tell me you love me, baby.”
“I love you,” I say easily, my smile growing bigger.
“Forever.”
“Forever.”
“Good, now come on my cock so I can fill up your tight little pussy with mine.” Lifting my hips, he changes the angle of his powerful thrusts, hitting that hidden spot deep inside of me.
It has me crashing over the edge for a second time and it’s no less intense than the last. “Oh god. I’m coming again.” I scream as ecstasy explodes through every part of my body.
“Fuck, yeah, you are. I can feel it all over my cock, baby.” He groans just before stilling and following along with me into sweet oblivion.
I slump over the sofa completely limp, Logan’s heat blanketing me. I couldn’t move a muscle if I tried. I feel him drag his nose softly along my back before his lips press against my bare shoulder. “My, Anna,” he murmurs softly.
I smile and try to say something back but all I can manage are a bunch of incoherent sounds at the moment. He chuckles, and after another brief kiss to my back he pulls out of me then sweeps me up into his arms.
A noise of disappointment leaves me as he heads to the bathroom. “No shower, only bed.”
“We’ll be quick then I’ll take you to bed.”
“How about a bath instead?” I suggest hopefully, knowing I’m in no shape to stand.
“Baby, there’s no way I’m fitting in the bathtub.”
I lift my head from his shoulder to look at him. “Can we try?” He stares down at me, clearly not wanting to do it. “Please?” I add, summoning up my best smile.
“Fine, we’ll try,” he grumbles.
I give him a triumphant kiss. “Thank you.”
He grunts. “You’re lucky I love you so damn much, I would not climb into a bathtub for just anyone.”
I giggle at his grumbling then decide to start the bath since he stares at it not really knowing what to do. “Do you have any bubble bath?” I ask, trying to keep a straight face.
His expression is unimpressed. “Do you think I fucking have bubble bath?”
Unable to contain it any longer I burst out laughing. “I’m just teasing. Trust me, you’ll like this. It’s much more relaxing than a shower.”
I climb into the steaming-hot water first then move up so he can get in behind me. It’s a little small for someone his size, okay really small, but we manage. “See, easy-peasy,” I say, turning my head back to look at him.
He cocks a brow, clearly not agreeing, but wraps his arms around me and pulls me back against his chest. “It’s definitely much more appealing with you in here.”
With a smile, I relax back against him then grab one of his hands and kiss the inside of his palm before linking our fingers together. We sit in blessed silence and I soak in the intimacy of being like this with him.
He ends up breaking the quiet a few minutes later. “I ta
lked to Janey earlier today.”
“How is she doing?” I ask, realizing I haven’t spoken to her since Logan has been back.
“Good, by the sound of it. She wanted to see me again, but I told her probably not until this is over. She was disappointed and it made me feel like shit, but we are so close to the end of this. I don’t want anything leading back to them, not after what happened with you.”
I nod, completely understanding that. “Don’t feel bad, I’m sure she understands. Once this is over there will be plenty of opportunity to make up for lost time.”
“Yeah, when I’m not making it up with you,” he adds quietly, his arms hugging me closer.
His words have me warming from the inside out; sometimes I wonder how I made it the four years without him. “What about your mom?” I ask softly, hating to break the easy moment.
I feel him subtlety tense. “What about her?”
“Have you spoken to her?”
“No.”
I tread carefully, not wanting to upset him. “Are you going to?”
He’s quiet for a long moment. I start to think he isn’t going to answer but he eventually does. “One day. It’s just…”
“What?” I ask as he trails off.
“I don’t know, Anna. I’m still so pissed off at her and that makes me feel like shit too, because in the end she’s my mom. But I lost out on a lot because of her choices. It’s time I can never get back and it’s hard to swallow the resentment.” The pain in his voice is evident, even though he’s trying to hide it.
Taking his hand, I bring it to my mouth again for a kiss. “I can understand that. I was mad at her too for a long time,” I admit quietly. “Sometimes I still am, but I try to let it go because bitterness is a horrible feeling. It’s okay for you to be upset. You’re completely justified for how you feel because you’re right, you lost a lot from her choices. Just because you’re mad at her doesn’t mean you don’t love her, and I think she knows that, too. You obviously just need more time. One day you’ll be there. Forgiveness won’t happen overnight but you will find it eventually, I know it.”