Page 93 of Left In The Dark

“This is crazy. I hated you so much.”

“And I wanted to be angry with you so many times. I tried to hate you, but you kept doing things that made me go the other way. Sounds like we’re both complicated people.” I chuckle, leaning my forehead on his.

He huffs a breath. “I don’t think this is the right time to joke.”

“I don’t think there’s a perfect time for anything when it comes to us. Maybe there doesn’t have to be.” I really did know it all along, didn’t I? My body did at least. It wanted him before the rest of me did.

“Maybe there doesn’t. That would be too simple, and simple is easy, but people like us need to be challenged.”

My breaths pick up when his do. “Logan?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I touch you?”

“Yeah,” he says with his mouth parting over mine. “Please do.”

I didn’t think I could possibly want to touch him more than I already did, and then he proved me wrong by begging for it.

Thirty-Three

Logan

The mask came off and I let it, because I needed to give myself more reasons not to let him go. He knows what I look like now, and I no longer care. I worried more about him changing his mind when he saw who was behind the mask than I did over him turning me in. He knows now and keeps attacking my mouth with his anyway. It has him reaching for me more, and I can’t believe I’ve deprived us both of this for so damn long.

Is this me being blindsided? Am I getting dragged into some trap? Who knows, but I can’t make myself care enough to pull away, because he said he wants me and I want him.

He drags my hand to his lap, bucking his hips and moaning into my mouth. His tongue fucks between my lips and I swallow his eager sounds as I slide down his underwear. I kiss down his chin and he lies back, tossing off the pillows and tucking one arm behind his head as he pushes my head lower down his body, stopping when my lips are locked around his cock. “So damn horny all the time.” I pull away only briefly to whisper against his skin, licking and sucking at the pretty thick veins. “Always needing to be touched here, aren’t you, piglet?”

“Yes,” he says, nails digging into my scalp. “It’s never felt this good with someone else before.”

I lap at his crown and take him all the way down again. Bobbing my head, I reach between his thighs and squeeze his balls.

“Fuck, Logan.”

Yes, Logan. He’s finally saying my name again. It’s been so long since he’s called me that directly with zero hesitation in his voice. He’s falling apart under Logan and touching Logan. Not the man in the blue mask, but Logan.

“Ohh. Please, Logan.”

“What, my sweet boy? What do you want?”

“For you to fuck me.”

“You want my cock in here?” I shove my fingers under him, circling my thumb around his entrance.

“Yes. I . . . please.”

“I can’t. Not yet. Not in the condition you’re in.”

Tears bunch at the corners of his eyes and he slams a fist on the mattress, his body jerking when I take him to the back of my mouth, my throat tightening around him and causing his cock to leak some more. I hold still, rubbing his hole again, and he comes on a short cry.

He catches his breath, smiling down at me with flushed cheeks as I release him from my mouth with a pop. “Can I tell you something?”

“What’s that?” I say, in between kissing up his stomach.

“I’ve never come with another person before.”

I go still, eyes flitting to his while widening. “What?”