Page 174 of Snared Rider

For a moment I think he will leave us standing on the stoop, but then he steps aside and opens the door.

“I’ve put your belongings in the guest room. You have an hour to get it out of here.”

“We’ll only need fifteen minutes,” Jem proclaims boldly.

I can’t help but think he’s underestimating how much stuff I have. My makeup collection alone is a van load.

Weed pushes into the house first, followed by Jem who beams at Alistair. Logan puts a hand on the small of my back to guide me inside.

The beautiful balustrade stairs open out into a large galleried landing with doors off it. I yell up to Weed to tell him to keep going up the second flight, and then direct him to the back bedroom—the guest room.

The usually pristine room is filled with boxes. I have no idea if this is everything I own, but it looks like it could be. To be honest, I’m not surprised Alistair packed for me; he never could stand clutter and he would definitely consider my stuff as clutter once we ended our relationship.

Weed glances around the fussy space and pulls a face.

“I don’t think I’ve ever thrown an ex out and fucking packed for her.”

“One-night stands don’t count as ex’s, pal.” Jem claps his shoulder as he moves into the room and grabs the nearest box, hefting it into his arms.

Weed snorts, then turns to me, “You know that guy is a total wanker, right?”

I roll my eyes, but Jem speaks before I can.

“There’s a reason we called him Alistair the wanker,” he tells Weed lightly. “Let’s get this shit done so we can go home.”

Home.

It’s strange how that word held no meaning for me before, but now it does. Because I equate home with Logan, with my family, with Kingsley.

I tuck myself against Logan’s side and he kisses the top of my head. I sigh contentedly because for once I can’t wait to get home.

Two weeks later…

I pull the pillow over my face to mute my scream as Logan slides his cock in and out of my pussy. I’m close. So close I feel I’m walking a tightrope over the edge. I can hardly breathe as his cock drags over my most sensitive spots.

I’m lying on my back on the bed, my legs draped over the end, my bum hanging nearly in the air. Logan is standing between my thighs, pounding into me. It’s divine.

He grips my hips as he moves and my free hand (the one that isn’t holding the pillow to my face), goes between my legs. Everything is so sensitive down there that the moment I touch my clit my back arches off the mattress involuntarily. Then his hand moves from my hip to between my legs as well and he takes over.

Oh. My. God.

I see stars. Literally.

I swear I burst a vessel in my eyes because lights flash as I go over the edge with a mewl the pillow does nothing to block out. My legs tremble and twitch as everything inside contracts around him. Logan pulls out of me and I moan as he does.

Then he climbs onto the bed and manoeuvres me on top of him. I have no idea how I make my body work, but somehow I do. I reach between his legs and take his cock in my hand while he palms my breasts, rubbing the nipples between his fingers until they are painfully erect.

I rub his long length through the lips of my pussy and then lower myself onto him until I’m fully seated. He watches me, his eyes liquid, desire clear. Then I circle my hips. My breath comes out in little gasps and Logan moves one hand to my hip while the other continues to tease my breast.

Fuck…

The sensation is heady and dizzying, but I keep moving. Where he was fast and unforgiving, I move slowly and sensually, rolling my hips as I slide up and down his shaft. He groans as my hands run over his tattooed chest. Hell, he’s gorgeous and I want to lick every inch of him.

“Shit,” he grunts and stares at me like he wants to devour me whole.

His hands go to mine and he pulls me on top of him, our mouths slamming together as our chests touch. Our tongues clash together as I continue to rock back and forth. I’m getting close again, and from the little intakes of his breath, I can tell he is, too.

Putting my weight on my hands either side of his head gives me the traction I need to slide up and down his cock and I pick up speed as I move. Logan’s hands slide to cup my bum and help me keep rhythm. I feel him twitch beneath me, then he groans as his climax hits. Mine follows almost simultaneously as he empties himself into my pussy.

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