Page 92 of Bloom: Part 2

He slipped his hand down my side and squeezed my hip. “Look, sex is very personal for people, Bloom. People like different things, and there’s nothing wrong with that as long as the people involved are okay with it. Maybe you do enjoy your ass played with a little more than others, but that’s completely fine because I love your ass, and I love the way you come apart from me touching you.” As though to prove a point, he pinched my ass. “Do you know what fisting is?”

“Yeah, I saw it when I was looking up how to give you a blow job.”

“What do you think? Would you like to try it sometime?”

“It looks painful…do you think I’ll like it?”

“It’s definitely not for everyone, but as someone who loves to have his ass played with, you might.”

“Then how soon can we try it?”

Logan laughed. “My hand’s a lot bigger than yours, so we’ll try bigger toys first and work you up to it. Maybe one of those double penetrator cock rings.”

“A DP?”

“Yeah, how does that sound?”

“Not if it’s with someone else, but a toy? I can do that.”

“Good.”

I raised my head to look down at him, but a feeling of shyness I wasn’t used to overcame me. I pulled my hair over my face and chewed on it. “Is there anything you want me to do for you? I feel like I don’t give enough.”

“Just you being here is enough for me, Bloom.”

Just me? Did he really mean that? He hadn’t even tried to fuck me so he could come too. He seemed content being with me like this and knowing I was happy.

I tucked my face back into his neck. “Logan—”

“Yes, sweetheart.”

“Thank you…for…” For loving me. For making me feel normal. For making me feel human. The words got stuck in my throat.

“You’re welcome, but there’s nothing to thank me for. I love you and want you to be happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.”

I closed my eyes against my stinging tears. As much as I squeezed, they still dripped from beneath my lashes and onto his skin. He must have felt them, but he didn’t ask me anything, just kept caressing my back and making me feel loved.

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LOGAN

Bloom landed on top of me a second after I lowered myself to the bed, his ass landing perfectly in my lap with his legs on either side of me. He had a knowing look as he caught my hands and held them above my head. With a lazy smile, I relaxed, waiting to see what he would do. We both knew he preferred me leading in the bedroom. Preferred when I took charge of him and made him submit.

He bent forward and nipped at my neck, chuckling when I twitched under him.

“It’d take divine intervention to get me hard.” I brushed his hair back from his face. “You’ve worn me out over the past two days.”

Two days of loving on him just to remind myself he was more than the monster who’d mutilated his victim with a knife. He was also the sweet young man who loved being touched and called sweetheart.

He pouted. “I don’t mind your fingers and your tongue. In fact, I like those very much.”

I ran my hands up his thighs and between his legs. “I’m surprised you’re still hard. You weren’t kidding when you said you think about this all the time, were you?”

“No, does this mean I can sit on your face?”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Doc, you in there?” a loud, urgent voice asked through the door, followed by more banging.

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