Page 18 of Pure Bred

“Harder, Logan. Oh God?—”

I wish he was fucking me raw. I wish he would come inside me and truly make me his.

Each rough stroke ushers us closer and close to the edge. And then we’re both there, together. My orgasm crashes over me, my pussy pulsing tightly around his cock, and he’s groaning, pulsing inside me as he comes.

In that moment, even our heartbeats are in perfect sync.

Afterward, we curl up on the couch, a warm blanket draped over us. Logan flicks on the TV, scrolling through the channels until he finds an old black-and-white horror movie. As the opening credits roll, I snuggle closer to him, relishing the warmth of his body against mine.

The movie plays, but I’m barely paying attention. I’m too distracted by every spot where Logan’s body touches mine. My attention is on the steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his arm tightens around me during tense scenes, the occasional brush of his lips against my hair.

It hits me then, with startling clarity, how hard I’ve fallen for him over these past few weeks.

Or, rather, how I never truly fell out of love with him in the first place.

I’ve been fooling myself all these years, thinking I’d moved on. The truth is, Logan has always been there, a constant presence in the back of my mind. Our connection, our history—it’s all just been dormant, waiting for the right opportunity to reignite.

An especially scary scene in the movie makes me jump, and Logan pulls me closer, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my arm. The simple gesture sends a wave of emotion through me.

This feels right, being here with him. It feels like home.

But that’s the problem—this isn’t my home anymore. I’ve built a whole life in LA., a life I can’t just leave behind.

And in a handful of days, I have to go back to it, saying goodbye to Logan again for an indeterminable amount of time.

7

LOGAN

“That thing comes with a fully stocked minibar, right?” I joke, nodding my chin at Sierra’s sleek private jet. I’m trying to lighten the mood, but my attempt at humor falls flat.

Today is even harder than the first time I said goodbye to her, because I know exactly how all of this could turn out.

Sierra gives me a sad smile. “Logan…”

I swallow hard, my chest aching with the deepest kind of pain. “You sure you can’t stay a few more days?”

She reaches out and squeezes my hand tight. “I wish I could. You have no idea how much I want to stay.”

“Then stay,” I say. “Call your manager. Tell her you need more time.”

Sierra’s eyes fill with tears. “I can’t. I have commitments, contracts. People are counting on me.”

I want to be selfish, but I force myself to nod. “I know. I understand.”

But I don’t. Not really. All I understand is that the woman I love is about to walk out of my life again, and I’m powerless to stop it.

“Logan, this past month has been so wonderful,” Sierra says, her voice heavy with emotion.

I cup her face in my hand, stroking her cheek with my thumb. Should I say it? Is now the right time to tell her I love her?

Before I can, a man in a crisp uniform approaches. “Miss Adams, we’re ready for takeoff.”

Sierra nods, then turns back to me. “I have to go. I’ll call you as soon as I land. We’ll figure out a way to see each other soon. I don’t know exactly what it’ll look like, but we’ll make it work. Okay?”

I nod, not trusting my voice. Sierra moves closer, wrapping her arms around me. I pull her tight against my chest, breathing in the scent of her hair, trying to memorize every detail of this moment.

“I already miss you,” I murmur against her ear.

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