Page 77 of Whiskey and Wildfire

The cool night air whipped past us as we raced through the darkness, our breaths coming out in short puffs. Logan had a head start, but I was determined to catch him. I pumped my arms harder, my boots pounding against the dirt.

As we neared the cabin, I put on an extra burst of speed. Just as Logan reached for the door handle, I tackled him from behind, sending us both tumbling onto the porch with a thud.

We lay there for a moment, breathless and laughing. I rolled off of Logan and onto my back, staring up at the star-filled sky. “I think... that counts... as a tie,” I panted.

Logan propped himself up on one elbow, grinning down at me. “No way, I totally won.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? I don’t think so, cowboy.”

“Well, there’s only one way to settle this,” Logan said, his voice dropping low. He leaned in close, his breath warm on my ear. “Rematch. Inside.”

A shiver ran through me that had nothing to do with the cold night air. “You’re on.”

We scrambled to our feet, fumbling with the door in our haste to get inside. As soon as we crossed the threshold, Logan’s lips were on mine, hot and insistent. I kicked the door shut behind us and pushed him up against it, my hands already working at the buttons of his shirt.

“I thought this was supposed to be a race,” I murmured against his neck as I trailed kisses along his jawline.

Logan let out a low chuckle, his hands sliding under my shirt. “Changed my mind. This is better.”

I couldn’t argue with that logic. We stumbled towards the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way. By the time we tumbled onto the bed, we were both down to our underwear.

Logan rolled on top of me, his weight a comforting pressure. He gazed down at me, his green eyes dark and hungry with lust. “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, tracing a finger along my cheek.

I felt my face flush at the compliment. Even after all this time, Logan still had the ability to make me feel shy and giddy. “You’re not so bad yourself,” I teased, running my hands down his muscular back.

He grinned and leaned down to capture my lips in a tender kiss. I pulled him close, feeling the soft grind of his hips as his throbbing cock searched for friction. I leaned back into him, returning the pressure.

Our kisses grew more heated as hands roamed over warm skin. Logan’s lips trailed down my neck, nipping and sucking in a way that made me gasp. I arched into him, craving more contact.

“Logan,” I breathed, running my fingers through his hair.

He looked up at me, eyes bouncing back and forth between my own. “What do you want, Kota?”

“You,” I replied simply. “All of you.”

A slow smile spread across his face. “You’ve got me, darlin’. Always.”

He kissed his way down my chest and stomach, fingers hooking in the waistband of my underwear. I lifted my hips to help him slide them off, shivering as the cool air hit my heated skin.

Logan’s warm breath ghosted over my aching cock before he took me in his mouth. I moaned, fisting my hands in the sheets as waves of pleasure washed over me. His talented tongueswirled around the head before he took me deeper, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked.

“God, Logan,” I gasped, fighting the urge to thrust up into his mouth.

He hummed around me happily, the vibrations sending shivers up my spine. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he worked me over with his mouth. I could feel the tension building, coiling tight in my lower belly.

“Wait,” I panted, tugging gently at his hair. “I don’t want to finish like this.”

Logan pulled off with an obscene pop, looking up at me with swollen lips and lust-blown eyes. “What do you want, darlin’?”

I bit my lower lip, still a little shy after all this time to say it. “I want… I want you inside me,” I whispered at last.

Logan’s eyes darkened. He crawled back up my body, capturing my lips in a deep, passionate kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, and it sent a shiver of arousal through me.

“Of course, cowboy” he murmured against my lips. “Anything you want.”

I nodded, running my hands down his muscular back. “Thanks.”

He smiled softly, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead before reaching for the bedside drawer. I heard the snap of a bottle cap, and then Logan’s slick fingers were circling my entrance. I gasped at the cool sensation, my body tensing slightly.

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