Page 61 of Bloom: Part 1

“The difference is that you control whether it happens or not. If you don’t want to, I won’t, but some people get off on thatkind of sexual pain. But only if you want to. You’re in control of everything that happens between us, and that’s why I don’t do relationships, Bloom. I don’t give that sort of power to anyone but you. You can have as much as you need to feel safe with me.”

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LOGAN

Bloom’s lips trembled under mine as I kissed him lightly. Although the old scars littering his back could no longer hurt physically, I framed his small back gently with my hands. His tattoos might have hidden them, but while caressing his skin earlier, I’d felt the raised flesh beneath my fingertips. He might have covered up that pain, but from the way he’d reacted to my anger, it was clear his past still haunted him, still whispered its dark secrets into his dreams, still etched its scars on the canvas of his soul.

I pulled back, but Bloom uttered a cry of protest, shifted on my lap, and cupped my face so he could continue kissing me. I groaned, clenching my fists to prevent my hands from wandering down to grope his ass, which was nestled over my cock, which didn’t seem to understand that tonight wasn’t the night for sex.

Bloom didn’t seem to understand that either.

His excited little pants echoed in the quiet room, stirring a primal desire within me to tumble him to the floor and sink my cock into him. When he shoved his tongue into my mouth andrubbed alongside mine, I jerked my head back as if stung. Stung by the reality of how much I wanted him. My hands ached to stroke bare flesh and not solely to soothe him.

“What’s wrong?” Bloom reached for a button on my shirt, tugged, but found it difficult to open. “Why aren’t you touching me anymore? I love it when your hands are on me.”

“I don’t think we should do this tonight.”

“Why not? Don’t you want to?” He plucked a knife from his pocket, unsheathed it, and sliced the blade through the front of my shirt. Buttons flew everywhere, falling like metallic raindrops onto the carpet. He moved so swiftly I had no chance to object.

“Just a moment ago—”

“I don’t want to think about it. I just want you, Logan. You’re not going to turn me down, are you?”

Damn, but when he was looking at me like that and caressing my chest, his fingertips grazing down my exposed skin with a featherlight touch, how could I resist him?

I cupped his cheek. “Bloom, there’s no turning back once we—”

He slammed his mouth on me, making his position on tonight clear. “I feel like I’ve been chasing you for a long time. Let it end here tonight, please. I want to know all of you…” He trailed his hand down to the front of my pants and pressed against my hard-on. “I want you to put your cock inside my ass and make me yours.”

I captured his lips with mine. “Oh, Bloom, I don’t need to do that for you to be mine. I’ve tried to resist it, but you’ve been mine since the day you started following me around like a bag of trouble bursting at the seams.”

I picked him up in my arms and lay him on the bed, then shrugged off my ruined shirt and dangled the rag in front of him. “Look what you did. You owe me one for this.”

“Owe you?” Bloom yanked his shirt over his head, exposing a lean torso and a trail of inky tattoos dancing down to the waist of his black camo pants. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he tossed the shirt aside. Whatever he had been thinking about earlier, he seemed to have forgotten it. “You’ll find I’m more than capable of repaying my debts, Logan. What do you think? Is this repayment enough?”

He unhooked the chains from his pants and shoved them down his narrow hips. His sleek muscles demanded to be touched, each dip and curve so inviting. My throat felt parched as his cock, hard and wanting, sprung free.

“Well?” Bloom cupped his cock and stroked himself, a smirk on his lips.

“I think I may end up owing you.”

“Yeah? So, do I measure up to the other guys?” He peeked up at me from under his long, thick lashes.

“What other guys?” There were other guys?

“Guys like Nicholas.”

Frowning, I unbuckled my pants, placed one knee on the mattress, and hovered my face close to his. His indrawn breath was a sharp hitch in the otherwise silent room. “I don’t think about other guys when I’m with you.” I brought a hand up to stroke his cheek, my gaze never leaving his. “There’s only you. You don’t need to be jealous. Anyone else I’ve been with was nothing more than to scratch an itch.”

“But I still am. I don’t want anybody to touch you the way I do. You have to make it up to me.”

Silly boy. I pressed my lips from his forehead to his nose. Everywhere but his lips. “You’re aware I’ve been sexually active before you were born?” Fuck, saying it out loud hit home how much younger he was. Was I really going to do this?

He wrapped his arms around my neck. “I don’t care. From now on, you can’t fuck anyone else. If you’re in the mood, I want you to use me wherever and whenever you want me.”

I groaned. “Bloom, you don’t want to tell anyone that. Not even me.”

“Why not? I mean every word. You’re the only man—person—I’d ever lie with.”

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