by T. L Hodel
“What is that?”
“My dick.”
He started pushing in whatever that thing was past my tight ring of muscles, making my fingers tightly fist around each other. I’d never get used to this.
I gritted past the burn and glanced back at him. “Your dick is still inside me.”
“I made this one.”
Logan didn’t look back at me. His gaze was fixed on my ass. My stomach flipped at the heat in his eyes and the sweat on his brow. He was completely entranced, so much so that I kind of wanted to see.
“Can I see?”
His green eyes snapped up to mine. He rested the base of our new toy on his stomach and gave me a small smirk. That was the only warning I got before he thrust forward, making me once again scream into the pillow. And that’s where I stayed. Sweating and yelling my orgasms into the fabric my face was pressed into for so long, my voice gave out. One Logan was dangerous, two was heart attack material.
By the time I heard a masculine grunt, I was too tired to enjoy the warmth of his release hitting my walls. I lay there in heap, panting for breath, and praying that one of these days he wouldn’t kill me. I could barely open my eyes when he pulled out, flopped down on top of me, and kissed my head.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.” I grumbled something in response, to which he chuckled. “Don’t fall asleep on me yet. I still have a present to give you.”
I think I said something along the lines of stick your present up your ass, but I couldn’t remember. The sweet song of the Sandman was calling me. But even the Sandman couldn’t beat the great Logan Hudson. He sat up and pulled my limp, apparently uncuffed body into his lap.
“Come on Baby, open your eyes.”
“I hate you,” I grumbled, but did as he asked.
Dangling in front of me was a necklace. My eyes narrowed on the pendant hanging off it. There was a tiny red vial in the middle of the heart, but what really caught my eyes was what looked like the tip of blue flame. I gingerly reached out and touched the metal.
“Is this…”
“Yup,” Logan smiled, “I had it made from a piece of Jumping Jack’s car.”
Oh my god. I couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down my cheeks.
“And in the center is a vial of our blood. One drop from you and one from me.”
I lifted my hair so he could clip it around my neck and stared down at the pendant. This was the most perfect gift anyone had ever given me.
“Every time you look at this,” he explained while kissing my neck, “I want you to remember that day.”
My brows furrowed as I looked up at him. “Why that day?”
Of all the times we’d been together, that was not one of the good ones. I was drunk and mad at Riley, which I took out on him. I’d never forgive myself for the things I said to him.
“Because that’s the day I realized, you were the other half of my soul.”
That’s it. I was done. This man had officially killed me. With what little strength I had left, I threw my arms around him. “I love you, Logan.”
“I love you too, baby.” He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. “More than you’ll ever know. And don’t worry, I got you a unicorn too.”
Oh God.
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T.L. Hodel is a Canadian author, poet and artist. Through coming up from a difficult childhood she exceled at writing, having her first poem published in junior high. When not writing she occupies herself with numerous crafts, hobbies and is an avid gamer and horror movie fan. She lives in Calgary with her kids and cat, (who is a complete asshat), and may have a slight weakness for true crime shows.
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