Page 88 of Bloom: Part 1

Iliked it when my face was the first thing Logan saw when he woke up. For almost an hour, I’d been lying in bed next to him, watching him sleep and waiting for him to get up. Although his eyes were closed, his lips curved up, so I knew he was finally awake. And he knew I had snuck into bed with him. Again.

He snaked a hand out, and I shuffled closer until I was pressed up against his side, one of my legs thrown between his with my knee dangerously close to his groin. These past two weeks with him were the best moments of my life. Finally, I felt like I had a life outside of the club. Not that I would ever want to walk away from my brothers, but having someone who cared about me like Logan did was different. The way we talked, laughed, and spent time together was different. The intimacy was nothing like I’d ever thought to experience with anyone.

“Hmm. You feel good.”

“So do you.” I skimmed my fingers across his soft chest hair. “Did I wake you?”

“No, I don’t think so.” His eyes popped open, the warmth in them making my stomach flutter. “There’s your beautiful face.”

When he looked at me that way, it always led to sex or making out. Not that I was complaining. Had anyone told me I would become a slut for this man, I wouldn’t have believed it, but I couldn’t get enough of him. It didn’t help that he had woken up with a hard-on.

He touched my neck, my cheekbone, my nose, my lips. I parted them and sucked his thumb into my mouth.

“Still not tired of me climbing on top of you?” he whispered.

“Never.”

He rescued his thumb. “What time is it, and when did you get here? I thought we planned for me to meet you at the clubhouse.”

The Blood Hounds and the Grimm Reapers were throwing an exclusive party at the former’s clubhouse. When I’d found out Logan had never been to one, I’d begged him shamelessly to go with me. Yes, I begged him. On my knees. And I didn’t even have his cock in my mouth at the time. I wanted to show Logan off to my other brothers. I, too, had myself a man, a man I was proud to be with. He was the smartest man I knew and not at all as grumpy as he acted. He didn’t let me buy anything when we went out together, and yeah, that thing he did so well with his tongue and my ass made me into his sex slave. I would do anything he wanted if he kept playing with my body like that.

“I couldn’t wait to see you.” I ran my hand over his pecs, over the tense muscles. “And I thought I should be here in case you changed your mind.”

“Why would I change my mind? I promised you.”

“I know, but I was still worried I’d look like an idiot by telling everyone I’m bringing you if you didn’t show up. I don’t think some of the bikers believe me when I mention you’re mine.”

Logan chuckled. “I like the way you say that.”

“Say what?”

“Most people would have just said we’re dating or in a relationship, but you always usemine.”

“That’s because it’s true.” I raised my head and stared him in the eyes. “Isn’t it?”

He groaned. “Unfortunately.”

“Unfortunately?”

Logan laughed and rolled off the bed, but I got to my feet and jumped on his back. He stumbled but managed to steady himself, instinctively reaching back to secure my legs around his waist. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, pulling a surprised laugh from him.

“You’re like a damn koala. Always hanging on to me.”

“You got a problem with that?”

I bit the side of his neck, and he groaned. “No, sir, I don’t. You can climb on me all you want.”

He carried me into the bathroom on his back. He knew me better by now to not ask me to get down while he pissed. I licked my lips, salivating at the sight of his thick cock. Because of his damn hectic schedule, we hadn’t slept with each other in four days, and my body was screaming it was time. We’d reached our limit.

“I can feel you staring at my dick.” He kicked off his pajama bottoms, took up a thick towel, and spread it out on the vanity. “Get down.”

“No.”

“I can hardly pet you the way you like if you’re on my back.”

Ugh, he knew me too well. I shimmied down his back, peeled off my clothes, and dropped them onto the floor. Logan picked me up and placed me on my knees on the towel with my face to the mirror. Once I would have thought the position was degrading, but my heart jumped like a jackrabbit had taken up residence in my chest.

Logan took up the toothpaste and lube. “What time does this party start again? Do we have time to drop by the store first? I ordered you something I want to get.”

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