Page 105 of Asystole

I’m elated that my dick seems to be functioning normally again.

My eyes stay on the road, but in my peripheral vision, I see Logan turn his head to look at me.

“Something I can help you with?” he taunts.

I nod, and his hand begins moving back and forth.

I accidentally press down on the gas, causing the car to lurch forward as it accelerates.

Logan chuckles.

“Maybe cruise control is a good idea?”

“Right.”

“You want my hand or my mouth again?” he asks.

I don’t want to come across as a totally greedy bastard, but… “Your mouth. Easier cleanup,” I point out.

Logan adjusts his seat belt, so he has room to lean over the console between us.

“You know, I was just thinking about how fucking hungry I am,” he says.

I drive with my knees for a second so I can undo my pants and shove them down around my ankles. This isn’t safe at all, but I’m willing to risk it if it means feeling the warm, wet heat of Logan’s mouth again.

As soon as he envelops me, my hand lands on his back, pulling his T-shirt higher so I can feel his skin.

“Oh, fuck, baby. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this,” I practically moan.

The term of endearment slips out without my permission, and I freeze.

Logan pulls off my cock and shoots me a wink.

“No one said you had to.”

That’s it.

No comment, no freak out, no question. He just accepted that I’d called him baby as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

And then it hits me like a freight train, a Mack truck, and a ton of bricks all at the same goddamn time.

“Does this mean we’re together?” I blurt before he has a chance to put my dick back in his mouth.

Logan sits up so he can look at me.

“Do you want us to be?” he asks calmly.

“I don’t think it’s solely up to me,” I tell him.

“No, but even though it’s up to us, I still need to know how you feel about it. I haven’t forgotten that this is new territory for you.”

I think about how fast this is happening after breaking up with Kendra, but I also think about how right it feels. How right he feels. How I miss him when I haven’t seen him. How I crave his touch. How he centers me. How I like who I am when I’m with him. And how much his joy contributes to my own.

“I feel like I want us to be together,” I confirm.

“Oh, thank fuck,” Logan says, making me laugh.

He drops his mouth back to my aching dick, and the knowledge that this man is all mine makes me come harder and faster than I ever have before.