Page 10 of Bloom: Part 2

My muscles screamed in pleasure, my heart throbbed, and I lay on the bed, gasping for air. My body was a sticky mess of sweat. Logan released me from his mouth, and my softening cock fell onto my stomach. He rearranged the gown to cover me up.

“You can talk now,” he said.

“Someone…was at the door,” I croaked.

He glanced over his shoulder, but the doorknob had stopped rattling. “Are you sure?”

“I think so.”

“Hmm.”

Just hmmm? Who was this new Logan? I couldn’t help the silly grin. I’d fallen head over heels in obsession with the stubborn, unsmiling man. How far would I go for this one who looked at me with hearts in his eyes and touched me gently like I was made from glass?

“You make me so happy.” I needed him to know that.

He placed the sweetest kiss on my forehead. “That’s all I want for you. Your life has been too rough. I want to make it easy from now on.”

“Even I know that’s not the way life works, Logan.”

He sighed, grabbed the chair from the door, and placed it next to the bed, but I shuffled over and patted the space next to me. “No, lie with me.”

“I’m not going to have sex in that bed, Bloom. Your injury…”

“Not sex. I haven’t had your arms around me in a long time. I miss the way you used to hold me at night.”

Logan groaned, but he kicked his loafers off and climbed into the hospital bed. I was expecting more argument from him. I loved this Logan, who didn’t seem to care what others thought.

His large body took up most of the space, pressing tightly against me. The warmth seeped through the thin hospital gown. He wrapped his strong arms around my waist, his chest pressed against my back in a comforting embrace. Our bodies naturally slotted together like puzzle pieces.

The position wasn’t the most comfortable with my healing wound. I much preferred lying on my back, but had I been bleeding all over the sheets, I wouldn’t have said a word.

I’d forgotten what being in his arms felt like.

Home.

His sigh washed over my neck as he nuzzled closer, brushing his lips against the sensitive skin of my collarbone, leaving tingles in their wake. It was comforting, sweet, and everything Ineeded. Being in the hospital gave me too much time to think. Like earlier, when I’d almost done something stupid by leaving because I thought his lateness meant he wasn’t coming.

But Logan cares about me. He would never do that.

His arm rested on my hip, and his heartbeat vibrated against me. His warm breath tickled at the back of my neck, fanning out over my skin and sending chills down my spine.

“Bloom.”

“Hmm?”

“I’m sorry you got hurt because of me.”

“What?” I craned my neck and looked back at him. “I thought we’ve been over this. It was all a mistake.”

“That could have gotten you killed.”

A thought struck me. An unpleasant one, but I couldn’t repress it. “Would you love someone else if I died?”

“What?”

“I wanna know. See, you’re the only one for me. If something happened to you, if you had died that day because you wanted to give yourself over to those fuckturds…”

He inhaled sharply.

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