Page 17 of The Doctor

The moan I was rewarded with, was satisfying as hell.

“You remembered.” Her voice was a harsh whisper.

“I remember everything about you, Becky.” I pushed myself lower as my mouth came level with her breasts. “I remember how your nipples darkened when they became hard. And I remember how you used to moan when I took them in my mouth.”

I was about to do just that when I paused.

Bex frowned at me. “What? Why’d you stop.”

“Becky, you need to be quiet. Dom is in the next room. We don’t want him scarred from hearing us.”

She rolled her eyes. “Please, we’re used to having to be quiet. Now, it’s our teenage son. It used to be my parents we needed to be quiet for.”

That was the first time either of us had referred to Dom as our son. It wasn’t that I didn’t think he was. I just didn’t want to dishonor the people who had done the actual parenting. But that was something to unpack at another time.

Knowing she would be quiet, I took her nipple into my mouth. Slowly, I toyed with the hard peak, loving how she squirmed under me. I gave the same attention to the other breast.

“Lo, I need you now.” Her voice rough. “No more fucking foreplay.”

“Nah-uh.” I smiled. “I want to enjoy this.”

My tongue traveled lower, sucking at the softness of her abdomen. Bex worked out. With the job she had, she had no choice but to be fit. And after the shooting last year and nearly losing one of her friends, she was even more determined to be as strong as she could be. And yet, she didn’t overdo it. She was still soft in places and I loved that.

“Logan, I swear you can enjoy torturing me another time.” She kept her voice low but the lust was evident in the way she spoke. “I’ll even suck your dick while you eat me. Just. Not. Now.”

The images she brought to mind had me stifling a groan as well. I relented and crawled back up to her. “You on the pill?”

“What?”

“I haven’t been with anyone since I moved back to town.” I hated that I needed to talk about safe sex. “And before that I always used a condom.”

Bex was the only woman I had been with where I didn’t use a condom. And that was only after I found out she was pregnant.

She looked away from me. “I’m completely safe.” She looked guilty and I couldn’t understand why. “I had a full STD panel done after Curtis. Both Jess and I did. We’re both clean.”

That was when I understood. She’d gone without a condom with her ex-fiancé. And he’d been having unprotected sex with at least one other woman.

I moved her face to look at me. “Sweetheart, listen to me.” She moved her gaze to mine. “You did nothing wrong. He cheated on you.”

“But you waited—"

“Bex, we are not bringing that asshole into this bed. Ever.” I pushed onto both my forearms. “All I need to know is that we’re both in a good place to not wear a condom.”

She rolled her eyes and looked at me. “Then, yes, we are protected.”

I pulled down my briefs, which were still damp from my time with her in the shower. Taking my erection, I placed it at her entrance. While I didn’t shove into her, it was not a slow affair, either. As soon as I was buried to the hilt, we both let out a moan. Mine was into the pillow while Bex groaned into my shoulder. I hoped it could not be heard beyond the door to my bedroom.

“Fuck, it feels so good being back inside you.”

Her nails dug into my back. “I missed you.”

Yeah, I did, too. Missed her, missed everything about being the man in Rebecca Salinger’s life. Slowly I pulled out and then pushed back in. Bex lifted her head peppering kisses along my jaw before returning to my shoulder. I wasn’t sure if I would have bite marks, or a hickey, on my shoulder. Not that it mattered. Bex could mark me any way she wanted.

I was hers in every single way. She’d had my friendship since that first day of kindergarten. She got my heart somewhere around the time I realized what love was. Not the friendship kind or even the familial kind. Rather, that bone-deep, only one for me, butterflies, and sweaty palms kind of love that came with finding your soul mate. She had my body. And with every fiber I had, I would give her a family. Everything I had was hers. Rebecca Salinger and Logan Evans forever. Just like she wrote in her notebooks all those years ago.

The sensation of being bare inside her was a lot to handle. No man could last when the woman he loved was rippling around him. She was close, I was close. But I needed to get her there first.

I rested on one elbow while I pushed the other hand between us. My thumb brushed over her clit… and mother fucking Christ. She gripped me hard enough I needed to recite baseball stats in my head.

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