Page 55 of Edge of Forever

He laughed. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Me neither.” She slid off of him to curve onto her side. “Oh, I’m going to pay for that exceptional orgasm.”

He sat up. “Did I hurt you?” Dammit. He brushed his hand down her arm to her hip. “I’m sorry. I—”

“Logan. No.” She winced as she settled onto her back and moved closer to him.

“That face says I hurt you.”

She covered his face with her hand and squeezed his lips together like a duck. “Listen here, Mr. King.”

He batted her hand away. “You have to tell me this stuff.”

“I’m okay. I’m more than okay. Remember when we did that thing on the couch and I tried to throw your back out?”

He snorted. “Well, you’re far more flexible than I am.”

“I didn’t kill you, did I?”

He remembered back to the way she had used the arm of the couch for leverage and he’d gone so fucking deep inside her, his eyes had crossed. But he’d gotten tangled in the cushions of the couch and turned the wrong way. He’d held the goddamn pose because she had screamed her goddamn head off and shook like a leaf in a hurricane as she came around his cock.

It had been worth the Advil.

She nodded. “I see you remember.”

He swiped his hand down her cooling skin and plucked her nipple. “I do.”

She grinned up at him and cupped his jaw. “It was a good hurt.” The smile slid away, leaving a little sad behind her bright eyes. “An alive one.”

He lowered his mouth to hers, tasting her pain and her grief. He took a little of it inside him as he rubbed his cheek against hers. Her arm came up around his neck and he held her tight. There was no way he would let any more pain touch her.

Not ever.

Twenty-Seven

“Wake up, sleepyhead.”

Logan opened one eye. Izzy was kneeling beside him, her eyes bright and happy. Fiona sat next to her, and she was pawing at the air, as excited as her mistress. “We went to bed like two hours ago.”

“No, we had six hours of sleep, but that’s only because you woke me up at two in the morning for ice cream.”

He rolled onto his side and punched the pillow until he could jam it under his chin. “It was exceptional salted caramel gelato if you want to get specific.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Hey, you didn’t mind me licking it off your nipples last night.”

Her face flushed. “Well, no. But because of that very sticky, very delicious game, we had to take a shower at half past two.”

He grinned. And they’d stumbled to bed well after three. They were becoming quite adept at shower and tub games. It was good to know that they were connecting again. Some late nights were rough. Memories snuck through when both of their defenses were low.

And sleep seemed to be prime nightmare time for both of the

m. Instead of repressing the memories and tears, they often talked in the middle of the night. But he also tried to offset some late nights with fun.

So going to bed didn’t equate nightmares.

It was working for them. At that point, that was all he could ask for after so many weeks of misery.

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