Page 65 of Unmistakably Us

“Now watch what you do to me, Rabbit.” Logan released his grip on her neck and hair and repositioned his hands at her hips. A few ups and downs was all it took. He slammed her hard onto his lap, rocking her back and forth. She felt him start to come inside her. His eyes appeared damn near otherworldly with the way they glowed. “Fuck. This pussy is mine…forever. It chose me, and I chose it. I love you so fucking much.”

The words he snarled as he finished sent her body into another aftershock. January fell back against him, exhausted in the best possible way. Logan adjusted his thighs, freeing her feet, but his cock stayed inside her, sending sparks through her body as he brought her more fully upon his thighs.

Still staring each other down in the mirror, Logan dropped a soft kiss on her head. “Can you say it, please? I know I sound like a pussy, but I just need to hear the words, Rabbit.”

January stopped her fingertips from their lazy track up and down his arms that encircled her waist, and she disentangled herself. A momentary sense of loss plagued her as his cock slid free of her body. She turned and straddled his lap, cupping his cheeks as she wrapped her legs around his flanks. His cock pulsed against her in time with his heartbeat.

The words that her heart sang finally exited her mouth. “Logan Chapman, owner of my heart and master of my pussy, I fucking love you with all that I am, and yes, I choose you and always will.”

The look she witnessed in his eyes before he shut them and dropped his forehead to hers was one she’d always treasure. When he raised his head, he looked like he was about to kick off round two of the sex in a wedding dress Olympics. She had to stop him or they might miss their own vows.

“Hold that thought, big boy. Don’t we have an appointment to get hitched? I’m not letting you slip away.” Logan didn’t speak. He just nodded and started adjusting his clothes. January donned her burgundy Chucks, grabbed her backpack, and was ready to go.

“Wait,” Logan’s voice halted her from opening the door.

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Before he could speak,he heard January’s mother comment about her daughter’s abysmal and vulgar behavior through the walls. He assessed January’s expression, and she didn’t seem fazed by it. He tossed his head back toward the voices he’d heard. “You okay?”

January dropped her backpack and returned to him. She soothed his soul just by being in his personal space. Her mother’s words, and that other bitch’s responses, were irritating him, so he knew they had to be getting under January’s skin, considering the lengths she had gone through to appease the woman in the past.

She jumped into his arms and wrapped herself around his body. Even with the mountain of satin separating then, his dick stirred. I hope this is how it feels for the rest of my life.

“Of course, I’m okay. What that woman thinks has no more power over me now that I have you. Plus, with Andy and Stacy working damage control, I don’t have to worry about Gus.” She kissed him slow and passionately. The kind of kisses he had always avoided but now craved.

Kisses were more intimate than sex to Logan, or at least they had been, so when she put her lips to his and swept her tongue through his mouth, he felt like Superman.

When the kiss faded, Logan lowered her to her feet. “Okay, Rabbit, you got any of those leggings in that bag?”

“Yeah, why?” She turned to search her bag, and Logan couldn’t resist. Grabbing her hips, he ground his now fully erect cock into her perfect peach of an ass.

“Don’t ask questions, just do.” January stood, but Logan didn’t stop the roll; he couldn’t; it felt too good. She held up some burgundy ones with elephants. “That’s perfect, slip those on and let’s get going.”

Reluctantly, Logan relinquished his prize and shouldered her backpack. The outside conversation ended with a few hurled insults from Melody, answered with legal promises from Andy. The door buzzer went off multiple times and the building went quiet except for the ambient music.

“Sounds like Andy won that round.” As they were opening the door, there was a knock followed by a startled gasp and Logan almost barreled down the woman who’d showed him the back way into the dressing room.

“Lydia!” January exclaimed, throwing her hand to her heart. “Sorry, I…you took me by surprise.”

“That’s all right, January. So from the sounds of things, I assume this is the aviation mechanic with tattoos for days, a talented as fuck—”

January blushed a shade or two darker than the bench they’d just made love on when she cut Lydia off before she could finish what sounded like a very interesting description.

“Yes, yes. This is the man I mentioned.” God, she is adorable when she’s flustered.

“I’d love to hear what I have that is talented as fuck. I have an idea, but I am looking forward to a detailed accounting later,” Logan rasped in her ear in a way he knew turned her knees to jelly.

“Oh, God, I’m sorry January, but I’ve never been good at filtering what I say. But I guess you’re off. It was really awesome meeting you. I’m not thrilled at what it sounded like you had to go through to end up here, but don’t hate me if I say I’m glad you did.” The lady hugged January, which she returned. It seemed the two had formed a genuine bond. Logan was grateful for that. January was a people person; she needed those good friends around her. Logan only needed January, and he begrudgingly admitted to himself, his newfound family.

Logan hoped they’d find a way to visit that didn’t involve her coming back to this town. A town that had stolen so much from her, one run by the likes of her parents and that other windbag. Rumors and scandal were what they fed on. He was thinking of how to put his foot down about it without costing her a friend, when the solution was already being discussed.

January pulled out a card and scribbled a bunch of stuff on it. “This is how to contact the ladies I told you about for a job. And that is how to get in touch with me. If you don’t visit Florida soon, I’ll take it personal.”

Lydia’s eyes filled with tears. Shit, that meant January’s wouldn’t be far behind. “Thanks. After seeing you take life by the horns, I think I’ll put in my notice; I just know I can’t continue on the way I am. Florida sounds like a good a place as any to start, even if your friends can’t hook me up, I’ll find something.”

Logan cleared his throat. “Lydia, thanks for all your help, and I’m sure we’ll be seeing you soon, but right now, we have an appointment. What do we owe you for the dress?”

“Oh, January didn’t tell you? It’s gratis. I won’t keep you any longer. Good luck you two.”

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