Page 59 of An Unexpected Home

“You look tired?” Leah said as he sat down next to her on his couch.

“A little,” he said and laid his head back. “It’s been a long, stressful day.”

“I’m sorry that something in my life is causing you stress.”

He lifted his head and reached for her, pulling her closer to him. “This is not your doing, Leah. This is my job whether it’s you or someone else.”

She brushed his hair off his forehead. “What do you need?”

“Just you,” he said and kissed her, loving the way she kissed him back.

“You have to be starving though,” she said, pulling back just a little.

He was but if he had to choose between her and food, he’d always choose her. “It can wait,” he said, kissing her neck.

“No, it can’t.” She stood up. “You’ve worked so hard today taking care of me and everyone else. The least I can do is feed you.” She walked through the house and into his kitchen.

“I think we should go with fast and functional,” she said and he could see her pulling out bread and sandwich makings. “Any requests?”

His stomach growled at the sight of the food, making him aware of how hungry he actually was. “Anything. I eat it all.”

She quickly made them sandwiches – him two and her one – and brought them, along with chips and beer, to the living room.

“Eat,” she said and sat back down next to him. He devoured the first sandwich and then took his time with the second.

“Thank you,” he said, taking a huge gulp of his beer.

“I’m not the best cook, but sandwiches I can do.” She took a drink of her own beer.

He picked up their plates and placed them on the kitchen counter, grabbing himself another beer. Sitting back down he asked, “Tell me how you’re really doing?”

She bit her bottom lip. “I’m kinda numb. It’s like, I’ve lived with so much drama the last few years that this isn’t even bothering me.” She shook her head. “And it kinda pisses me off. I mean, Jesus, he knocked Mel out cold. I should be fucking pissed.”

“I think that Logan is pissed enough for us all.” He laughed.

“Okay,” she said pointing to him, “what the hell is up with him? And I can tell that you know something, so spill.”

“Bro code,” he said, throwing her ‘girl code’ remark back in her face.

“Uh uh,” she shook her head and climbed up on top of his lap. “It doesn’t work that way.” She nibbled on his ear.

His hands cupped her ass of their own accord. “Oh it doesn’t, does it?” It was amazing how his body went from zero to sixty in the blink of an eye.

“Nope.” She ground down on his already hard, and getting harder by the second, cock. “Plus, I have ways of getting information out of you.”

At this moment, he was pretty sure he would tell her anything she wanted. If he was the president, he’d give her the code to the nuclear weapons.

Needing to feel her skin, he moved his hands up her back and under her shirt. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know, just don’t stop doing what you’re doing.” He pushed her shirt up further before finally pulling it over her head. Cupping her breasts, he licked along the top of the bra before dipping his tongue lower and finding her nipple.

“Oh God,” she moaned and he smiled against her skin. It seemed the tables had turned on who was in control.

His fingers found the clasp to her bra and soon his hands and mouth were the only things covering her perfect breasts. The way she was moaning and grinding down on top of him, told him she loved every second of what he was doing.

Gripping his hair, she pulled his head off her chest, hard. “Fuck me now.” Her eyes were glazed over and wild.

Wasting no time and willing to do whatever she asked, he flipped them so that she was under him on the couch. With one leg on the floor and the other bent between her legs on the couch, he stripped his own clothes off while she shoved her pants down her legs. Grabbing a condom from his pants, which he’d gotten in the habit of keeping in there since he’d met her, he sheathed himself.

Lifting her legs, he entered her in one hard stroke, her scream vibrating around the room.

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