Page 66 of Bloom: Part 1

My muscles clamped down around him with each stroke while jolts of pure pleasure coursed through me. My body tightened like a drawn bowstring, ready to snap at any moment.

A guttural cry tore from my throat, my breath came out in hot bursts, and my vision blurred. Logan’s thrusts became more erratic as he chased after me, his lips trailing wet kisses down my jawline in a path that ended at my earlobe. His warm breath tickled my skin as he murmured my name over and over in a lust-filled mantra.

Oh fuck, I don’t know how much of this I can take.

Just as I pressed a hand to his stomach to get him to stop, he groaned, filling me to the hilt and coming inside me. He collapsed on top of me, his body shuddering against mine.

Now that he was no longer working my sore hole, I didn’t want him to leave my body. Ever.

As Logan’s breathing slowed to normal, he gently pulled himself out and lay next to me. He slipped a hand between my cheeks and tenderly explored me back there.

I hissed and pushed at his hand.

“Did you enjoy it?” he asked.

“It was incredible.” I sighed and rolled into his arms. The way he held me against him might even be better than the sex.

“I’m glad.”

“We can do that as often as we want, right?”

Logan brushed a lock of hair out of my eyes and kissed my forehead. His chuckle was deep and warm, vibrating through me.

“Aren’t you sore?” he asked.

“Well…yeah.”

“We can do it more when your body can handle more. This was already intense for a first time.”

Heat filled my face at the reminder of how I almost stopped him before he came. He was right that I was sore.

His stomach growled loudly, and a laugh bubbled up from him.

“You need food.”

“I do. I never had a chance to eat dinner because someone got us kicked out of the restaurant.”

“Not true. We left.”

He kissed my lips and got out of bed. I started to rise, every movement a literal pain in my ass, but he eased me back down to lie. “No, you stay. I’ll bring you some pills to dull the pain and also something to eat. Would you like that?”

A sudden shyness came over me. He was making me feel all soft again. My stomach flipped at the tender way he looked at me. Really looked at me like I was his.

“Bloom?”

“Hmm?”

He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing, then shook his head and smiled. “I’ll also turn the hot tub on later. It’ll help, I promise.”

And of course I believed him. I would always believe him.

18

LOGAN

My arms sliced through the water, each stroke pushing me farther in the expansive indoor pool. The surface rippled and shimmered, a cool embrace against my skin. Above me, the morning sunlight filtered through the towering windows, spilling golden beams that danced across the surface.

The silence was broken only by the gentle splash of my strokes and the distant echo of water lapping against the pool’s edges. It was like I was in my own world, a serene bubble where the chaos of the outside couldn’t reach me.

---