Page 56 of Bloom: Part 2

For the past couple of days, I’d been the perfect angel for him since we returned home. I went to bed when he told me I needed my rest. I ate whatever food he placed in front of me, and I didn’t do much more than give him a kiss, even though I ached to jump his bones and fuck myself on his cock. But Logan insisted on no sex until he was certain I wouldn’t bleed out. SometimesI wondered if he wanted to punish me because he knew how addicted I was to having him inside me.

At least I’d been able to convince him to take us to Jamie and Grimm’s for Thanksgiving. As we walked up the steps, I slipped my hand into Logan’s and squeezed. He squeezed back, and we both looked at each other at the same time and smiled.

Moving back into his house had worked wonders for our relationship. Logan was less tense when he was away from the club.

The clubhouse was open to any biker and prospect who didn’t have a family to spend the holiday with. In our case, we had way too many found families. Blood Hounds and Grimm Reapers, once fatal enemies, now laughed and drank together in the same mess hall. By the time we arrived, almost everyone was already there.

Jamie had gone all out with decorating the clubhouse for Thanksgiving. The mess hall looked nothing like its usual gritty self. On the long tables stretched across the room were table runners in burnt orange and deep burgundy.

Candles smelling of warm spices flickered, casting wavering shadows and a soft light. Piles of pumpkins, leaves, and pine cones adorned the center of the tables.

Each table was decked out with actual plates, the heavy and ceramic kind, set beside real silverware that gleamed under the lights. And the metal forks and knives seemed out of place. Normally, we’d use the disposable ones at club events.

“You made it!” Jamie hurried to us, a big grin on his face. He clasped Logan in a hug first, then stepped back to assess me from head to toe. I wore one of the outfits Logan had bought me when he took me shopping—black on more black, the usual, but I knew I looked good because for a second, back at the house, I’d thought Logan would fuck me before we left the house. He’d practically been drooling.

“Bloom, you look amazing!” Jamie cried. “Doesn’t he, Logan?”

Jamie’s compliment be damned. My entire focus was on Logan. He swept his gaze appreciatively over me and swallowed. “He always looks amazing. He’s a pretty boy.”

My stomach flipped. Pretty was such a basic compliment, but coming from Logan, it felt like winning the lottery. I never gave a fuck about what others thought of my appearance, but I wanted to be pretty for him.

“He has stunning looks. Even I am envious.” Jamie cocked his head to the side. “Do you take after your mother or father?” Almost instantly, he seemed to realize what he’d said. His eyes grew wide, and he clapped his hand over his mouth. “Oh my god, Bloom, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought them up.”

No, he shouldn’t have. My parents were long dead after I killed them. Crowe had his men bury them somewhere they would never be found. Just what they deserved for the way they’d treated me.

Logan placed his hand on the small of my back, curling me into him protectively. “Are you all right?” he whispered.

I am now. Because of you.

I nodded. “It’s okay. Let’s not mention them again.”

“Of course,” Jamie said. “I’m so glad you both came. Things were quite tense after you left the clubhouse with Logan. Gunner and Crowe almost came to blows when he found out what had happened, but we’ll catch up later.” His whole face lit up, and his eyes shone with happy tears. “Oh my god! Joel’s here!”

“Joel?”

In the doorway stood a tall, lanky guy wearing dorky glasses. In his formal suit and tie, he stuck out like a sore thumb.

“My best friend—Grimm’s son!”

Shit. I didn’t even know Grimm had a son. Jamie ran to a grinning Joel. He was actually quite attractive. Logan was staring at him as well.

“Why are you looking at him?”

“Just never knew Grimm had a son. He looks nothing like Grimm.” Logan returned his gaze to me. “Stop sulking. Though I wish I could say it doesn’t look good on you, but the truth is, it does.” He leaned in closer and whispered in my ear, “Makes me want to take you to that corner, have you kneel in front of me, and take my cock between those plump lips.”

He rubbed my bottom lip with his tongue. I opened my mouth and sucked on his finger, my eyes locked with his. A pulse went through me. The room fell away, leaving nothing but Logan in my orbit.

“Listen, there’s no fucking at Thanksgiving.” Grimm turned up next to us. “At least not before I carve the turkey, one of the many Jamie bought for tonight. He went to a lot of trouble setting this up. Everyone’s going to have a good dinner. After y’all leave, you can do whatever you want because you’re no longer my problem.”

Logan pulled his finger from my mouth with a softpop. “A little flirting doesn’t hurt anyone.”

“I beg to differ, but that’s for another time. That thing you asked me to do for you, Logan? There’s been a snag. Can we talk in private? It won’t take long.”

What had Logan asked him to do, and why hadn’t he mentioned it? I hated being left in the dark, but the conversation seemed urgent, so I nodded when he asked me if I was okay being alone for a while.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the shit stirrer.” Saint wandered over, folding his arms. “Heard you almost caused a rift in the club.”

I rolled my eyes. “Everyone’s overreacting.”

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