Page 40 of Bloom: Part 1

“Then what is it?”

“You’re reckless and don’t give any thought to your well-being. If you hadn’t tried to make me jealous by using Price tonight, you wouldn’t have reopened your wound.”

“You don’t get it, Logan.”

“What don’t I get?”

“I was born in pain and experienced it during most of my childhood. Sure, I’ve repressed the memories because if I think about them, the darkness inside will be even worse, but I haven’t forgotten. Not them pushing my head into a bucket of water until I couldn’t breathe. Not them putting me in a ring with a starved dog to fight it for scraps.” The memories, as vicious and biting as that starved dog, tore into me. Darkness edged around my vision, threatening to take over.

“I’m sorry you had to experience that, Bloom.”

Logan’s voice pulled me back from the brink. His hand against my cheek was warm and grounding. Was this what I’d always sensed in him that attracted me to him? That he could ground me? I might have chosen him on a whim because of how authoritative he’d seemed when we first met, but he’d shown me kindness.

“None of that pain would be as bad as not being with you.”

He sighed and kissed my nose. “You’re a puzzle I haven’t figured out yet. I can’t promise you anything, Bloom. It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s that I…can’t. I refuse to lie to you. My whole life is already a goddamn lie.”

“What do you mean?”

Logan shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. You should take some pain medication, then go to bed.”

“I don’t have a curfew. I’m an adult.”

“Well, I’m giving you one.”

I bit my bottom lip and pointed at my erection. It wouldn’t hurt to ask. “Can you at least take care of that?”

He stared at me so long I thought he would turn me down for sure. But he dipped his head and took the tip of my cock into his mouth. Nothing could have prepared me for the slide of soft lips over my skin, the warm wetness of his tongue licking me. I gasped and dug my fingers into his hair.

“Logan,” I gasped.

Oh fuck. No one had told me having my dick sucked would feel this good. Logan gobbled me down to the back of his throat, and I thrust into his mouth. He held on to my hips, forcing me to keep steady and accept the magic he was doing with his mouth. His tongue made unpredictable patterns along my length that had me writhing beneath him. In response, he hummed, the vibration sending fresh jolts of pleasure through me.

“Logan,” I groaned, shuddering under the attention. He didn’t slow down or give me a chance to catch my breath. Instead, he continued his exploration, each movement pushing me closer to the edge.

My muscles coiled tighter. Cries of satisfaction spilled from my lips as he worked his lips harder, faster, sucking with his cheeks. He looked up at me with piercing eyes. The sight of him swallowing my dick was the final straw. My body tensed as a current, more powerful than anything I’d ever felt, rippledthrough me. I leaned back against the vanity, panting heavily as wave after wave washed through me. A light, feathery touch ghosted across my hole. Logan rubbed me there, where no one had ever touched me, and I wanted more. Wanted his fingers inside me. Wanted his cock in me. I wanted his everything in me.

Slowly I came down from my high, my eyes drifting shut, even as I fought to keep them open.

“Is it too much to hope that will be enough for you?” He kissed my forehead.

I hugged him loosely, letting my head fall where it belonged, against his chest. “Are you kidding me? I own your mouth now, but I’ll give you a break if you let me sleep in your bed tonight.”

Logan picked me up. “When are you going to learn, Bloom? With me, you don’t call the shots. I’m in charge.”

A smile danced across my lips. Did he think that scared me? If mind-blowing orgasms like I’d just experienced were my reward for him being in charge, I would follow him on all fours with a leash around my neck.

10

LOGAN

Apart of me maliciously wished I could ignore that I’d brought Bloom home without James’s knowledge. James deserved to worry after the role he’d played in tonight’s debacle. How could he have taught Bloom the wiles he’d used on Grimm? Now Bloom was fast asleep in my guest bedroom, and his taste lingered on my tongue.

I took a sip of my brandy, which did nothing to quell either the bitter tang of Bloom’s cum or the turmoil in my heart.

How the hell had I wound up in this situation? Had my senses not returned, I would have likely fucked him in the bathroom. Strumming my fingers over his tight hole had been the slap in the face I’d needed. Bloom might be a killer, but he was a virgin who had never experienced certain pleasures.

If I took his virginity, I would never be able to return from that. I already had the look of abandon on his face when he’d come stamped on my brain. His sexy little cries were a melody stuck in my head.

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