Page 38 of Bloom: Part 1

“It’s true. No way would I let him stick me with that thing. Besides, he was married, and I find it disgusting for a married man to sleep with someone else. If he were my man—”

“But he’s not!”

“Well, if he were, and I found out he was cheating—”

“Let me guess. You’d cut off his dick.”

“Nothing so drastic. I’d cut his balls off and keep them on the nightstand so he would not forget it. Andifhe cheats again, I’ll cut off his dick. That way, I know where it is at all times.”

“You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Of course. You already know I ain’t too rational, so never test me that way. I’d hate to see your balls detached. I bet they’re beautiful balls.”

“Now you’re threatening me?” Logan opened the door and took my arm. “Sit slowly. When we get home, I’ll see how much damage you’ve done.”

Home? As in his home? Or the clubhouse? I shifted around in my seat when he closed his door.

“Where are we going?”

“Put your seat belt on, Bloom. Safety first.”

I snorted. “What would you say if you saw me riding without my helmet?”

He reached around me and locked the seat belt into place. I couldn’t resist. I kissed his cheek again, except he raised his head, and our lips grazed. The world seemed to stand still. In the dimly lit car, I saw the shock registering on Logan’s face. The air between us was electric, filled with unspoken words and raw emotion.

“Did you just… on the mouth?”

“Yes.” The heat of a blush crept up my cheeks. Would he let me if I kissed him again? “I guess I did.”

Screw it!

I grabbed both hands full of his hair and pulled him into me, slanting our lips together. My heart thumped erratically, and I opened my eyes. His lips remained stiff for a moment, but then Logan groaned and captured my lips, doing things with his tongue inside my mouth that left me breathless and my nipples and cock hard. I didn’t know what to do, so I mimicked him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. A guttural sound rumbled in his chest, and his lips became even more demanding until my lungs ran out of air.

I didn’t need air, did I?

Oh fuck, I did.

I released my hold on him, pulled back, and dragged in painful lungfuls of air. He closed his eyes, his face contorted as though he was in pain.

“Logan—”

“I need a minute.”

“Why?”

“Because if I don’t take a minute, Bloom, my cock will be inside you, which is not what I want.”

I squeezed my cheeks at the throbbing ache that centered in that region. “Do it.”

He rocked back into his seat. “Your leg’s injured—”

“I don’t care if I bleed.”

“But I do.”

“I don’t—”

“Be a good boy and stay quiet so I can think.”

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