I glance back at her. “Yes, he is, but I mean, it’s logical. Connor could easily fall.”
She shakes her head, her shoulder shaking slightly from suppressed laughter. “You really are bad ass.”
“You never would have said something, so I took it upon myself to make him aware of it.”
“I don’t want to appear ungrateful, that’s all.”
I lean forward. “Nobody thinks that. This is an opportunity to start again, Becca. You deserve it.”
She glances past me, watching Bane’s retreating figure. “I only hope I can stay off his radar.”
“It’ll be fine. You’re safe here, that’s all that matters.”
Right now, maybe that’s all my new friend needs to know.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-ONE
Payden
“Oh my god,” I moan as Logan slides in and out of me. I’ll never get enough of his big, fat, pierced dick, not to mention that tongue that just spent the better part of the night teasing the fuck out of my pussy. To say I’m glad we’re back in New Orleans is an understatement.
We grabbed some stuff from my apartment and went to Logan’s place with Dozer. He’s been an angel the whole car ride back. I was sad to say goodbye to Ivy, Chloe, and Becca, but I also have to get back to my life and figure out the next step. I’ve also been thinking about seeing a counselor because my sleep has been erratic since the shooting. I also wanted to attend the funerals of my colleagues, but obviously couldn’t because I was faking my own death. The police will issue a retraction, which is a blessing and a curse. Meanwhile, the cops got to Donnie before the MC could, so now they have to wait it out. I don’t even want to know.
We arrived back with half of Logan’s bar ripped apart. Brew has been overseeing most of the work in his absence, andhonestly, I think it’ll be good for both of us to have a break from all of the shit going on and really concentrate on the bar.
I don’t want to think about work or what I’ll do. I’m still mourning the losses of all the people I knew, and I need to catch up with Molly.
I arch my back as Logan rolls his hips back and forth, in and out. “Just like that,” I whisper, my hands squeezing his ass, and what a mighty fine ass it is. “Don’t stop.”
“Since you were such a good girl earlier, I might even let you come again,” he mutters against my ear. He’s so sexy when he talks dirty.
“Yes,” I agree. “I’m almost there, oh… Logan… Hustle…” I squeeze his ass tighter, my orgasm crescendoing as waves of pleasure roll right through me as I grind up to meet his thrusts.
“Such a pretty little mouth for such a dirty girl,” he says, pinning my arms above my head.
I love his big body. Enjoying every single taut muscle and curve with my hands, and mouth, got us into this sex-marathon. I know Logan isn’t old, even though I’m always teasing him about being older than me, but he certainly has the stamina to keep up.
Then he really gives it to me, thrusting hard and fast as he reaches to one side and brings my leg up to his shoulder. Oh, my goodness.
He stares down at me. Pure, adulterated lust in his eyes as I get lost in how fucking sexy he is. And he’s mine.
All mine.
Logan is all I’ve ever wanted.
“I’ll bet you’re glad I picked you up that night,” I pant, his thrusts not letting up.
He falters for a second, then resumes. “No, baby, you’ve got it all wrong. You came into my bar. I’m the one who picked you up.”
“If I’m not mistaken, I asked you if you wanted to fuck.”
He fondles one breast, giving it a tug as I groan, his hand snaking up between my clavicle to grip my throat.
“Such dirty words. Here I was thinkin’ you were high falutin’, but you’re just a dirty little slut.”
I bite down on my lip. His words make me clench and he groans when he feels it.
