Page 110 of Brutal Kingdom

“I’m not-”

I’m so worked up, and she’s so fucking tempting, and it’s been two weeks which feels like a lifetime. “You are.” With that promise, I spin her towards the car, flipping her skirt up and shredding her panties with a satisfied smirk.

“Oh, fuck!” She cries out when I enter her, hard and fast. “Logan…”

“What?”

“You’re not wearing a condom.”

I pause half a second, look down, and slam in again. “So. Fucking. What.” Each word punctuated by the punch of my hips.

“I don’t want to catch anything, you bastard.”

“You’re gonna catch every drop of this cum, and that’s all I’m passing around. I’m clean and you know it.”

“What about babies?”

I bark out a humorless laugh. “I know you’re on birth control.” Reaching around, I grab the front of her neck, whispering darkly against her ear, “And even if you weren’t, I would still fuck you like this. Then you’d be tied to me forever.”

“With a kid.”

I almost nut at her words. “Hell, yeah. You’d have my heirs.” I bite back a groan, imagining knocking her up. Because that might be the only way I can keep her around with Bella creeping her way into my life. I’d be married to the bitch queen, but I’d still have Jordy. I could take care of her and our child.

“Then it’s a good thing I’m protected.”

“And what if I say stop taking that shit?” I continue pounding into her, not missing a beat.

“I’d say you’re fucking crazy, and I’d feel sorry for whatever kid ends up with you as their father.”

I stop moving, squeezing her throat. “You don’t think I’d be a good dad?” I’ve never really thought about me as a father. I like kids. Well, I like Ava and Hunter, but I’ve never not thought of having them. Even with this marriage contract, I know I’ll be expected to produce at least one.

“I think Bella would be a horrible step-mother, and I’d never do that to my child. Hopefully, no one else would either.”

So she doesn’t think I’d be horrible as a parent. It’s Bella, and we’re thinking the same thing. We’re still haggling clause ten. Would Bella even want to carry a child? Surrogacy would be easier. For all of us. Jordanna swirls her hips, grinding my dick, bringing me back to the moment. We’ve gone from get off me to her wanting it just as badly as I do. I pull out, then push slowly back inside.

“You want me to fill this pussy, don’t you?” I growl against her ear.

“Yes! Harder, please.” She groans. “I wanna still feel you tomorrow.”

She knows just the right things to say to set me off. “I wanna hear you, baby. Tell me how good this feels.”

I thrust into her with enough force to rock the car. She lifts her leg, bracing her knee against the hood, opening herself wider for me. God, I love how uninhibited she’s become. My sack rises. I’m gonna blow any second now.

She tightens around me, dragging me with her. My knees buckle from my release. “Damn, baby.” I rasp. “You drained me.” I step away, admiring my handy work, watching my seed spill down her legs.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” I drag my eyes up to meet hers.

“Like I’m a science experiment.”

I chuckle. Because that’s not what I was thinking at all. Pulling my sweater over my head, I hand it to her to clean off. “I’m heading to The Hollows. You should come home with me.”

“To your dad’s? Logan, that’s crazy. He’s marrying you off to Bella. I doubt he’d find this acceptable.”

“He’ll understand.”

“What he’ll do is look the other way while you get me out of your system, but he won’t accept anything less than the deal you already made, with the woman who’s willing to go on record as being devoted to you no matter. I’m not that girl.”

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