Page 70 of Embattled Return

Logan pulled her into his arms, tight against his chest. Marigold took the comfort, happily, feeling her worries ease away. She drew the scent of him in, the laundry soap and body wash, and knew that she would recognize his scent anywhere. Already she recognized it on her sheets, and she loved the contentment it brought her. As soon as she drew him in, she knew everything would be okay. He didn’t have to be a big, brash alpha male to be her hero.

They settled in to watch trash tv. When they realized they hadn’t eaten anything for dinner, she headed downstairs to look for a snack. She found Grandma’s flat cookies and made up a tray with a plate of them and two big glasses of milk.

Logan laughed as he set the tray on the coffee table. “I am totally okay with this,” he said, reaching for a glass and a cookie.

They had a quiet night, and by the time they went to bed, Logan seemed to have accepted that he may not get resolution when it came to the loss of his teammates. Marigold held him as he told her stories about each of them, and others that he’d lost.

“I would have loved to meet Jana,” she whispered into the night.

“I think the two of you would have gotten along very well,” he said with a sigh.

“And I think my mother would have loved you, as well,” she whispered. Logan drew her in against him, breathing into her hair.

They slept for a while, and she wasn’t sure what made her open her eyes, but when she did, she could feel Logan’s heat behind her. He gave a hard body twitch, like he’d been hit, or something. Then another. But when she tried to draw away, his arms tightened around her.

“Logan, wake up.”

When he didn’t release her, she pulled at his hands. “Logan!”

Finally, he let her go, jerking to consciousness. “Mari, are you okay?”

She nodded, sitting up beside him. Leaning over, she flipped on the small table light. “I am. Are you okay? You must have been dreaming or something.”

“I was,” he admitted, running shaking hands over his face. His eyes were hazy with sleep, but he was blinking back to consciousness. “I was back in the sand and Miller was yelling at me to get my head down. But I was getting shot.”

Marigold ran her fingers down the length of his arm to hold his hand. “You’re not out there anymore. You’re here, with me, in Denver. More specifically, you’re in my warm bed,” she grinned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. With a quick glance, she saw it was after two in the morning. Damn, she’d been sleeping really good, with the heat of his body behind her.

Logan tugged on her hand, pulling her back down into his arms. “I don’t dream like that very often, but with everything that happened yesterday, I guess it kind of stirred everything up.”

They settled back down in the sheets, relaxing into each other. One of his hands settled on her hips, and that was when she noticed how aroused he was.

“Sorry,” he murmured, not sounding sorry at all. “You were just backlit by the light and I could see your breasts through the fabric.”

She snorted, nudging her hips back into his erection. “Even in the midst of the dream...”

“What can I say? You’re a completely different kind of dream, and I recognize how valuable you are.”

Aw...

Marigold rotated her hips, gratified when his hand tightened on her. “I want to take you this way.”

“Ok,” she agreed, losing her breath.

They fumbled beneath the covers, shucking clothes and flinging them away. Logan found a condom in her bedside table and within just a few seconds, he was pulling her tight back against him .

“Oh, damn... I think I like it this way,” she breathed, arching back into his rolling thrusts. She gripped the sheets in front of her, trying to get some leverage to push back more. And she hadn’t been kidding about the feel of his dick. Though the scarring muffled his pleasure, it enhanced hers.

The only problem with this position was that there was no kissing. It did put her in perfect position for him to grab her breasts. Oh, yes, that was damn good... then his hand crept over her hip to the apex of her thighs. Knowing what he was going to do, Marigold lifted her thigh a little, enough for him to run a finger between her wet, swollen folds to find her clit.

“Oh, Logan,” she sighed.

They weren’t moving fast or hard, but something about the attention he was paying her was absolutely perfect. Or maybe it was just that they were getting to know each other’s bodies better. She knew that if she arched her hips more sharply that he would gasp and plunge deeper, but that he would also tighten his hand on her mons, which was so damn sexy.

The hot, tingling edge of orgasm was building, cranking her body tighter and tighter. Suddenly he pulled his hand away, leaving her gasping and needy. He pushed her over onto her front, one of his long thighs going over her hips. Then he reseated himself inside her. “Oh, fuck,” she sighed. “I think I like this better.”

Now she had the leverage to push back into his thrusts, and it felt so good. Logan rocked into her, his breath gasping in her ear. One of his hands reached beneath her, searching for that magic spot that would send her over, but she could have told him he didn’t need to. The way he was grinding into her was enough, and her orgasm was cresting. “Logan, Logan,” she panted. “Yes....”

He must have felt her body tightening, because he began to surge harder. That was all she needed. Marigold cried out, not in control of her own body, as the pleasure rolled over her. It was sublime and went on for what seemed like minutes. And just as she began to blink back to awareness, his pleasure took him. It was perfection. She loved feeling him arch into her so hard, and she loved that he had found pleasure in her.

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