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It takes me a moment to remember what I just said but when I do, I smile up at him. “I need you.”

His hand cups my cheek, and he leans in, pressing his forehead to mine and closing his eyes. I watch him, wondering what’s going on in his head right now but I don’t get long to speculate. Gray eyes blink open, and in the next second, he’s spinning me to face the wall again as he grips my hips in his hands.

“Hands on the wall, Alison,” he barks, and my heart jumps in my chest as I obey his command. I need to figure out what the hell I just said and do it again – often. He kicks my feet apart and lines his cock up at my entrance before driving forward. I gasp, my fingers pressing into the tile harder as he stretches me open and holds himself there for a moment. Just when I’m about to glance back and ask if he’s okay, he lifts my feet off the floor so he doesn’t have to crouch down and pulls out of me.

“Hold on to that goddamn wall,” he growls as he drives in and pulls out, and one of my hands slips. He takes a step closer to the wall and it’s a little easier to keep myself upright, and he pulls me back at the same time that he thrusts forward. Something between a gasp and a moan slips out of my mouth, and my mind blanks, only able to focus on holding myself up and his cock plunging into me.

I lose track of time. It’s only him and I as he fucks me better than anyone else ever has, and I know that I’ll never find another man like him. I’m addicted to every little thing about him from the way he smells to the way he is only with me, and I know that I’m ruined. There will never be a man that reaches the depths of my soul like Logan does. He fills in all the gaps and erases the loneliness that I hadn’t even realized was there until the day I met him.

“Logan,” I cry out, my voice bouncing off the tile walls of the bathroom as my body tenses and my pussy grips his length.

“Fuck,” he groans loudly, setting me back on my feet and pulling out of me. “On your knees, Kitten.”

I spin around and drop to my knees as he wraps his hand around his cock, pumping up and down. His eyes are on fire as he gazes down at me, licking his lips. I open my mouth and he groans, slipping his fingers into my hair as his breathing quickens. Leaning forward, I suck the tip into my mouth and he groans loudly, his head falling back as I start to suck. His grip in my hair tightens and cum splashes against the back of my throat as his cock jerks and he continues to groan.

I release him with a pop, and he reaches down, pulling me to my feet as he buries his head in my neck and sighs.

“God, I fucking love you, Ali,” he says, and I grin as I hold him tighter and nod in agreement. This is forever.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Alison

Gazing out the window as the trees blur past us, I sigh, relaxed for the first time in weeks. Just being out here on this deserted highway, I feel free. I don’t have to worry that someone’s watching me or that this isn’t going to end well. I still have no idea where he’s taking me but I can’t say that I care all that much right now because I just want to stay here for a while – in this safe space where life is easy. The truck slows, and I glance over at Logan as he turns onto a gravel road almost completely engulfed by trees on either side. We bump along for a few feet before Logan stops and throws the truck in park.

“Where are we?” I ask, and he just smiles as he opens the truck door and runs down the road a couple more feet to unlock and swing open a large metal gate. I watch him through the windshield as he makes his way back to the truck.

“Where are we?” I ask again as soon as he slides into the truck, and he grins, looking like a mischievous boy instead of the hard man I’m used to.

“We’re almost there.”

Letting out a huff, I turn back to the road in front of us and cross my arms over my chest. “Almost where?” I grumble to myself as I rest my forehead against the window and watch the trees go by again. The forest is so thick here that I can’t see more than six feet into the brush. I’m usually not an “outdoorsy” person but I can’t deny that I like the feeling of safety that this place settles over me – whatever it is.

We pass the gate and he stops the truck again, jumping out, and I peek behind me as he closes the gate and locks it before double-checking that it’s secure. Is it normal to get mushy about stupid stuff like that? I mean, it must be because watching him make sure that we’re safe here warms my insides and only makes me love him more. He climbs back in the truck and glances over at me, laughing when he sees the look on my face.

Well, I’m glad he thinks this is amusing.

I promise myself that I will get some retribution as he grabs my hand and laces our fingers together, lifting our hands and pressing his lips to my skin. I melt, and he winks at me before pulling me closer and laying my hand on his thigh. As I cuddle into his side, he wraps one arm around me and starts off down the road again, the gravel crunching under the tires.

He gives me a little squeeze as the trees open up, revealing a clearing that’s almost a perfect circle with the forest fencing us in. The dirt road leads to a cute little log cabin in the middle of the meadow with a little porch attached. Two white rocking chairs sit on either side of a bright yellow door, and I smile as I peek up at him. Without looking at me, he leans down and kisses my forehead as he pulls to a stop in front of the house.

“What is this place?” I ask, my voice soft as I look around in wonder. I don’t know what it is about this place but being here, something settles inside me.

“It was my grandparents’. They left it to me when they died,” he says, grabbing my hand and lacing our fingers. He tugs on my arm and pulls me into his lap as I shake my head at him.

“It’s gorgeous,” I tell him, peeking over my shoulder at the cabin before looking back at him.

“No one knows about this place,” he whispers, trailing his fingers down my cheek, and I lean into him as my eyes drift shut. “You’ll be safe out here but if you don’t want to stay, that’s okay, too.”

My heart warms at the fact that he’s giving me a choice, and I lean down, gently pressing my lips to his. “I want to stay.”

“I was really hoping you would say that.” His lips brush mine as he speaks, and I let out a breath before his hand slips into my hair and he claims my mouth. I moan and wrap both hands around the back of his neck as he nips at my bottom lip, and his tongue slips past my lips and teases me. He pulls away, breathing hard as he pushes down on my hips and lifts off the bench seat, grinding up into me.

“There’s no one around for miles, you could just go naked all day,” he rasps, his voice deeper and more gravelly than a moment ago.

“Noted. Why don’t you give me a tour?”

He groans, and I giggle as he pushes me off him with a glare. “Well, let’s go then but you’re gonna pay for this later.”