Page 16 of Unmistakably Us

“No! You don’t go anywhere when I’m inside you. That’s a punishment.” January came out of her head, and there was a look on his face that borderline scared her but turned her on more.

“Yes, Logan.” She managed to force out and dropped her eyes to where their bodies were connected. It was something she never watched before. She’d never had sex with the lights on. Never wanted to see it, but being connected to Logan like this made her feel like a wonder woman, a woman who took no shit from anyone…ever. Like a woman who wouldn’t ruin the next decade of her life for parents who didn’t love her?

Without thought, one of her hands dropped to his navel. She let her finger lazily follow the trail below it to where they were connected. “Beautiful.” She breathed and allowed the hand to move around his waist and anchor there. It was a picture of raw beauty. His large, rough hand on her hip and her smaller smooth one on his opposite hip. Their bodies rolling together.

She appreciated the differences between his heavily tattooed, tanned, and pierced skin against her smooth, ivory, and for the most part, blemish free, skin. She had some tattoos that no one saw until her top was off. January realized she was seeing this view better than she should with her chin held high.

Tilting her face back to his, she realized he’d released her face. Logan was staring at her with emotions she couldn’t identify. His fingers were buried in the back of her hair, and his thumb gently caressed her cheek. It was at such odds to the Logan of just ninety seconds ago. This man was even more beautiful, if that were possible.

“Fuck.” He growled and destroyed her mouth with a searing kiss. His lips stopped, and with eyes closed, he dropped his forehead to hers. Their breath mingled, and their dual panting was drowning out all the other sounds, even the sound of the cold shower that was splashing her back. At some point, Logan must have slid them toward the back of the tub so the water wasn’t directly on her.

January wasn’t sure, but she thought he had spoken, and with despair, no less. Something that sounded like, you were not supposed to be like this. I don’t have a battle plan for this you. She was about to ask him to repeat it, but she never got the chance.

Logan was a man possessed. His hand left her hair and gripped her hip again, forcing her arm to retreat. “Fuck the edge.” With that, he dragged her hips back his entire length and slammed her back down. Repeatedly and almost violently. It was wonderful.

January was wound tight, ready to blow when Logan dropped his head and bit her nipple. She flew higher than before. Her vision damn near went black. Her body was clamping so tight, she swore she felt every vein in his dick. The fullness was overwhelming. It was apparent he was having trouble pulling all the way out. His every attempt dragged the ball of his piercing along the inside of her body in such a way that seemed to prolong her pleasure.

When he exploded with a curse of his own, his hot cum just added to the escalation she was experiencing. He was as deep inside her as possible and grinding again, but this time, his cock pulsed. The pulsing, the wet heat, and the teeth still gripping her nipple sent her right back over the edge before she could even come back.

January was unaware how long they sat there connected and panting with cold water splashing around them. It wasn’t until she felt him slip from her body that she realized the impact of what they had done. She practically crab-walked away from him, but in reality, she was running away from what they had done.

She stepped from the tub, grabbed a towel, and darted into the main room, Logan on her heels. She turned his way, searching for her clothes, when she noted the hurt on his face. He thought she was rejecting him. She wasn’t, but she was so frazzled, she couldn’t soothe his ego. She needed a morning after plan.

“Shit, I can’t believe we did that without a condom. I’ve never—”

Logan caught her by her shoulders and gave her a shake. “January, stop. I’m clean.”

She dropped her clothes and sat despairingly on the bed, head in hands. “I’m not worried about that, but I CANNOT get knocked up.”

Logan knelt in front of her and gently cupped her face. “Oh, Rabbit. That’s the least of your worries with me. I had a vasectomy when I was eighteen. There are some people in this world who shouldn’t procreate, and I am at the top of that list.”

His words should have calmed her, but the despair in his eyes broke her heart. What person thinks at eighteen they shouldn’t ever have children? Her hands gripped his face, and her lips descended, drawing him into the kiss.

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The lookin January’s eyes was a new one to him. He expected pity, and of course, it would make walking away from her easier if it were, but it wasn’t. It was an unidentified emotion, one he had never been gifted before, so he had no reference point.

But what scared him most was what he wanted it to be…for a split-second, anyway. He was still trying to identify it when she kissed him and led him up the bed on top of her. They laid there for quite some time, just kissing and learning each other’s bodies without having sex.

It wasn’t something he would have thought he would enjoy, but he did. Immensely. Until she called a halt to their grope fest, reached down for his cock, and guided it slowly into her body.

When he was inside her, he didn’t feel like the kid that no one wanted, that no one loved. He felt treasured. He felt like he was good enough. Not just good enough to fuck—he had no doubts about that—but good enough, period. Good enough to share something intimate with. Good enough to care about.

How she did that, he couldn’t figure out, but it scared the fuck out of him. He had thought that was what was missing, and he never thought to have it, but now that he was getting a glimpse of it, he didn’t know what to do—how to accept it nor how to let it go as agreed. Finally, he put those thoughts far from his mind and enjoyed a less frenzied aspect to sex.

Even without emotion, Logan didn’t know how he was going to be able to just end this. She made him want to be honest and open. With her, with Michael, with himself.

He couldn’t get enough of her, this innocent stripper who sucked dick like a pro. After he exhausted her body, he wrapped her in his arms as she slept. It felt right to have her there. Talk about scary shit. If all the other shit didn’t already terrify him, that was the worst.

Logan was well into his third decade, swiftly approaching his fourth, and he had never shared his bed with anyone. Not for sleeping. When the fucking was done, they were on their way or he was. The last person who held him as he slept had left him with his asshole of a sperm donor to protect her own child.

I could need her.

That was the last thought he had before drifting off to sleep with his arms tangled with hers, but she wasn’t a spooner. She was face-to-face holding him just as tightly.

Logan woke some time later to take a piss and realized January had bolted. Her clothes were gone and the bed was cold. A quick flip of the curtain showed the absence of Demon.

“Fuck,” he cursed as he tried to slam the curtains, but they offered no satisfying bang sound as they fluttered down. Logan questioned the origin of the curse while he stood taking a leak. He couldn’t decide if he was more pissed because she had snuck out on him—which normally he would be relieved about—or because he enjoyed cuddling with her way too much.

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