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“Christ,” I mutter.

When Logan tries three fingers, he winces but pushes into his hand, drawing a moan from me. He repeats this again and again, muscles relaxing and body accepting the intrusion. After a few moments of this, I begin to realize my reactions are helping him. Every moan, every gasp…they excite him. I can tell by the way he moves.That’s so fucking sexy.Soon he’s fucking himself on three fingers, and I’m squeezing my cock, trying to keep myself from coming.

“God, I’d love to jerk off onto that ass,” I say.

Logan moans and pulls his fingers from between his cheeks. Rising onto his knees, he invites me in without words.

My mouth is so dry, I can barely swallow as a kneel behind Logan. Experimentally, I brush the tip of my engorged cock against his hole. It twitches, and I moan. Trying to keep a level head and watch Logan for signs of discomfort, I push inside him little by little. He’s okay until the head pops in, then he draws in a breath. I stop moving, although it just about kills me. Breathing hard, I wait for him to signal me to continue, thinking I might cry if he backs out at this point.

But he doesn’t back out. “Go ahead,” he says after what seems like forever with his ass squeezing the head of my dick.

“You’re so sexy,” I say earnestly as I ease in a little more, stopping to give him time to adjust when all I really want to do is plow into him until my balls smack his ass. “So fucking sexy. You wouldn’t believe how good you feel.”

“You feel good, too,” he says.

“Yeah?” I push in a little more.

“Fill me up.” He moves his knees farther apart and lowers his chest to the mattress. The supplicating position is a turn-on in itself, and sweat breaks out over my brow as I fight not to shove my cock the rest of the way all in one go.

“Does it hurt a lot?” I ask, a small thrill going through me. Am Iturned onby the thought of hurting him?

“Feels good,” Logan says, voice tightening as I slide in a bit more. “Oh, God, West. Oh, God. Move like that again.”

Logan’s entire body trembles. Unsure of exactly what I did but determined to repeat it, I ease out a bit and push back in. Logan makes a noise I’ve never heard him make before, goosebumps popping up all over his bare back. Getting down on my elbows, I flatten my front to his back and push my cock the rest of the way inside him.

“Aaahh…” Logan clutches at the sheets and squirms beneath me, sending waves of pleasure through my nervous system. “Fuck me, West. Fuck mehard and deep.” Logan’s growl pushes me into overdrive, and without hesitation, I begin to snap my hips, pushing as deeply inside him as I can get with every thrust, lewd smacking noises filling the room. Logan grunts and cries out, “Oh, God, oh, shit,” as I slam into him over and over, unable to control myself anymore. A climax bigger than I ever dreamed possible looms over me like the peak of a sunami. His body squeezes my cock—so hot—so tight—

“Fu-u-uck!” Logan yells, clamping down on my cock. I keep pounding into him, clenching my teeth as my balls sway, hitting his with every plunge, and all the while that tight heat is squeezing me in the most delicious way. I’m having an out-of-body experience, lights flashing behind my eyes as pleasure explodes through me. It’s several moments before I come back to myself, still thrusting shallowly as the room rights itself. Logan is lying flat on his stomach, back rising and falling with sharp breaths.

Easing out of him, I stare at my cum leaking out of his body and suddenly realize something. “Fuck, Logan! I didn’t wear a damn condom!”

Slowly, Logan rolls over, and for a moment, despite my dismay at havingfucked Logan bareback, I’m struck by how good and fucked he looks.I did that, the Neanderthal in me grunts.

“It’s okay. Hell, West, we know we’re both clean.”

“How do you know I didn’t fuck someone in the past month?” I demand. “Logan, that was stupid of us both.”

Seeing the hurt in Logan’s eyes, I lower myself to lie beside him. “Of course I didn’t fuck anybody. It’s just that you couldn’t be sure. I don’t want you to take chances with your health.”

“It’s you,” Logan says, reaching to run his finger down my cheek in a gesture so gentle, my nose stings with impending tears. “Of course I trust you.”

“That’s not what your face said a minute ago. You actually entertained the notion that I’ve been with someone since we got together.”

Logan bites his lip, and hell if that doesn’t turn me on all over again. Groaning, I bury my face in his neck. Logan’s fingers run through my hair.

“I don’t want to be with anyone but you. And I wanted to feel you, skin to skin. Did you…like it?”

I can’t help but chuckle. “God, it was fantastic. How can you even ask?”

He sighs, and I pull him closer, tangling our bare limbs.

“I loved it,” he says. “I loved having you inside me, moving. Stretching me to my limit.” He grins boyishly. “I want to do it all the time.”

I moan into his shoulder because that sounds like heaven to me, and we relax into each other, gradually falling into a deep sleep.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Logan

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