Oh god…
“I’m so sorry, Logan,” I choke, pain for him for what he had to do spreading through me.
“Don’t be, buttercup, Thunder did the deed where Sara was concerned but she was no mother to me,” he sighs, “She dressed me up as a girl, baby, the reason why I shave my head is because she forced me to grow my hair, the burn marks on my back were her punishments if I tried to do boy things and then she tried to force me to be with Kate all because she wanted a daughter, so don’t be sorry.”
What the…
I see the pain in his eyes and I swear… That…
“You sure she’s dead?” I ask seriously, anger for him radiating from me, and his lips tilt into a smirk.
It explains why so much. Why he never went to the club when they had family days or parties, why he didn’t push for me to meet the brothers and why he has a home off club property that I never saw one brother on.
“Yes, she is,” he confirms, then asks, “You going to fight for me?”
My eyes race between his. I retort, “How can you ever forgive me?”
He swallows and admits, “I love you so much that I know forgiveness and the trust will come back, it’ll just take time, but the question is, will you fight for me through my issues?”
How can he even ask me that?
“I’ve missed you,” I choke instantly, not even needing to think about it because dammit, I’ve been lost without him and he slams his mouth against mine and despite the throbbing pain on my side, I melt against him and instantly open my mouth before our tongues touch and fireworks shoot through me, the feeling of home consuming me and now I’m extremely happy Ais is asleep despite her nap earlier.
Logan bites my bottom lip and I groan as he moves one hand from my ass and brings it up and cups my breast, gently rubbing his thumb over the nipple. A shot of lust hits me and I squeeze my legs around his waist causing a sharp shooting pain to jolt my side and I involuntarily gasp causing Logan to move back slightly and narrow his eyes at me.
“Are you in pain?” he demands lowly, and I instantly shake my head, my need for him overriding the pain, and he sighs and goes to put me down. I squeeze my legs tighter around his waist, ignoring another jolt, and threaten, “You even think about leaving me needy, I promise I will make your life hell!”
He grins wide and admits, “I fucking missed your threats,” and I narrow my eyes at him before moaning and throwing my head back against the shower wall as he pinches my nipple.
“Hmm, my girl really is needy, huh?” he chuckles, and I glare at him again and remind him, “I went six years with only using my hand, so yes, I’m needy…”
His pupils dilate, and he pinches my nipple again, and yet again, I make another little moan.
“Fine, but if you show any signs of pain, then we’re fucking stopping,” he growls as he lets go of my nipple and undoes his soaked jeans before suddenly his cock is at my entrance. Ever so slowly, he pushes inside me, inch by delicious inch, giving me what I desperately need.
My mouth parts as I throw my head back, and his lips latch onto my neck like they always do. He bites down as he slowlymoves his hips back and forth, making love to me against the shower wall, and damn, despite the pain, it’s magnificent, and even though we haven’t hashed everything out yet, I finally feel at home.
“Logan,” I moan as he tilts his hips, hitting my g-spot as he thrusts hard but keeping a slow pace. He moves his mouth from my neck to my nipple, instantly sucking and nibbling at it and I begin to thrust towards him. Instantly he grabs my hips and without removing his mouth from my nipple, he growls, “You do that and I’ll pull out and come over your tits, you are not hurting yourself any more than you’re already are.”
I groan in displeasure making him chuckle and he move his hips a little quicker, hitting the right spot deep inside and I gasp out a pleasurable moan as my stomach tightens and my walls flutter around him.
He moans against my breast, and his hips move quicker and I gasp for breath, pleasure filling me before he bites my nipple hard and my orgasm takes me really quickly. My walls squeeze him and he groans, “Fuck, buttercup, you’ve just squirted,” but his voice sounds like its underwater as my vision goes black, my orgasm washing over me with so much pleasure I never want it to end.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moans as his hips become jerky before he unloads inside me, painting my walls with his seed and bottoms out, and little aftershocks rush through me.
Damn…
“Fuck,” Logan repeats, and I wrap my arms around his head as my chest heaves, and okay, my side hurts, like really bad, but I try not to let Logan know because then he may pull out of me, and right now, I’m home…
Logan moves slightly as he breathes against my skin, sending shivers down my back before I feel the wet fabric between us, and I roll my eyes…
“Why is it you’re always dressed when we end up like this?” I ask, breathing heavily, my side throbbing.
Even before I left, he’d sometimes still be dressed when we had spontaneous sex while I’d be completely naked.
Logan snorts as he bites my nipple, making my walls squeeze him, and he groans, “Because I’m too impatient to get inside you, but I think your pussy needs my tongue, so what do you say we dry off and get naked on top of the covers…”
“Don’t you mean under?” I breathe, the idea extremely convincing even on top of the covers and he replies, “Nah, I want to see what belongs to me while I worship your body, so what do you say we go get naked, buttercup?”
