Page 90 of Bloom: Part 2

“Yes, Bloom. I know exactly what you’re capable of.”

He sounded strange, and the way he was looking at me made my stomach lurch. What had those cops done to him?

“Logan?”

He smiled, taking the hand I was about to touch his cheek with and holding it against my thigh. “But I don’t need you to kill for me, especially when the law is capable of handling things. The law does work, Bloom, if we give it a chance.”

I frowned, tension zapping through me. “What are you saying, Logan?”

He shook his head, “Nothing. Get undressed.”

“Huh?” The change in conversation had me reeling.

“I can feel how tense you are. Let me take care of it.”

I bit my bottom lip, wanting to question him some more about what had happened at the police station. My eagerness to feel Logan’s hand on my body won.

My brothers were right. I was shameless. But all I felt was wanted and beautiful when I stood to strip my clothes from my body while Logan watched me. He got the bag with the toys we’d brought from the sex shop at the mall and returned to sit on the bed with a small black rotating prostate massager.

My mouth went dry. This was not what I had in mind when I thought about him coming back from the police station.

“Come on. Over my lap you go. I know how much you love your sweet little hole played with.”

My heart thudded hard, partly from the adrenaline of earlier and partly from the rush of excitement coursing through my veins at the thought of Logan touching me. After only a moment’s hesitation, I slid onto his lap, the heat of his body comforting against the recent coldness that had taken up residence in my bones.

His hands were gentle as he positioned me, his fingers tracing light patterns along my thighs.

“I can feel your heart beating fast.” He chuckled as he spread my cheeks apart. “You love it when I open you up like this, don’t you?”

“Yes.” I couldn’t hide the excitement in my voice. “Logan, are you using sex so we don’t have to talk about what happened at the police station?”

“Hmm.”

My skin broke out in goose bumps.

“Why… oooh.” Firm hands squeezed my flesh together, then spread me open again. “Logan, please.”

“God, I love it when you beg for it.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb over my taint, slowly inching closer to my entrance. A shiver ran down my spine. The wait was killing me.

“Logaaaan.” I shifted my ass impatiently.

Logan withdrew his finger, and when I cried out a protest, his palm connected sharply with my ass. The sting vibrated through my body, and I squeezed the bedsheet into a fist, moaning. “Oh, devil, that feels good when you spank me.”

“More?”

“Yes, please.”

His hand came down again, another powerful smack that sent jolts of pleasure to every corner of my body and left a sweet, burning sensation against my skin. I let out a loud gasp as the pain morphed into intense pleasure. My cock throbbed painfully, eager for release.

“More.”

Smack. Smack.

Each slap made everything so much worse…or was it better? My nipples ached painfully, my ass smarted, and I was pretty sure I was leaking precum all over the floor.

“Sweet, slutty Bloom.” Logan ran his hands over my back, caressing my skin. “You’re so many things, do you know that? A cold-blooded killer, a feared enforcer, loyal to a fault. But this is the version of you that lives rent-free in my head. You writhing in my lap, your ass all red, and your hole begging to be fucked.”

He slapped my hole with his fingers hard, and I damn near shot my load. I clenched my ass, not wanting to come yet. I needed so much more.

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