Page 90 of Bloom: Part 1

“Just marking what’s mine. And you deserve it for making me love this so much.”

“Damn, I’m going to come, but I’ll wait for you.”

He didn’t have to. His next thrust drove me over the edge. I clenched my muscles around him and unraveled. Tremors rolled through me. I tightened my grip on him as I rode the waves of not just my climax but also his as his thrusts became frenetic. He snapped his hips once more and clamped his teeth together. I couldn’t take my eyes off him and how much pleasure he got from my body.

Dammit, I already wanted to do it again. I loved how much he enjoyed my body. Because he was so open with me when we were having sex, I felt I didn’t have to hide my emotions from him either.

For a moment, the only sound in the bathroom was the harsh panting of our breaths and the steady flow of water cascading over our bodies. Him softening inside me sent another shudder through my body. Slowly he eased out of me, then shifted us so that we were both under the warm stream. He washed me with a tenderness that made my heart swell.

“Logan.”

“Hmm.”

“Do I make you happy?”

“Yes. And do I makeyouhappy?”

“You makeme, Logan.”

He fell silent but washed my body. Did he understand what I was trying to say to him? The me that existed now was because of him.

“Bloom.”

He said my name with a sigh but didn’t say anything else. Just gave me a kiss on my nose.

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LOGAN

“That’ll be a hundred each for entry.”

Was he serious? Bloom never mentioned anything about having to pay to join them tonight.

“Why are we stuck in the hall?” Bloom came up behind me. “Bay, what the hell are you doing?”

“Trying to stiff me out of two hundred bucks,” I said.

Bloom gave him a shove that made the other man laugh. “You run the fucking casino. You don’t need money. Leave him alone.”

“All right, all right.” He held out his hand for a handshake. That I could do. “How’s it been, Doc? I see the brat must be really into you because you’re still breathing.”

“I’m rather fond of him too.” I smiled at Bloom, whose scowl turned mellow.

“Damn, you’re good for him. Around you, the pittie turns into a poodle.”

“Who are you calling a poodle?” Bloom took a step, but I caught the back of his shirt and reeled him back in.

“Be good.”

The fight went out of him. Bay shook his head. “Wow. I need your phone number before you leave, Doc. I need you on speed dial for when he gets out of hand.”

“But I may not do anything if you’re the one provoking him.”

Bay held up his hands. “Point taken. Come on in. Most of us are here already.”

He brought us to the mess hall, where I’d met a few bikers before. More people were here tonight. For a party, everything was pretty tame. No one was drinking alcohol, and no music was playing. Odd. Until I saw the kids in the room. One was a boy around fifteen or sixteen. A little girl around eight years old sat on a blanket on the floor next to a baby chewing on a toy. Hovering over them was Wentworth, so I figured the baby was his.

“Hey, everyone, look who’s here!”

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