Page 16 of Keep Me

“Logan?”

I pulled him behind me, dragging him through the apartment I had called my home for the last two years. When I reached the bed I pushed him down and he went, though he was strong enough to resist. I had him where I wanted him, on his back on the bed we had made love on the first night we met.

My body moved of its own accord, knowing what I wanted. I climbed on top of him, straddling him. “Fuck me.”

He frowned, his sweet, kind, dark eyes searching my face with confusion. “What’s wrong?”

“Fuck me,” I repeated, grinding my hips against him.

His frown only deepened. “Something happened.”

“I went to see the Byrnes.” There was no need to hide it. “They want me to come work for them. They said they’ll pay me double what you do.” Finally, his eyes went wide. That got to him, at least a little. “They’re interested in me, too. They want to date me, make me their third, or at least have sex with me. I haven’t given them an answer yet.”

For a moment he only stared at me, then his eyes softened. “Logan,” he whispered, “why are you crying?”

I couldn’t give him an answer, even if I wanted to.

“You must have noticed the way they look at me. Hungrily. It’s obvious that they’d be skilled. Everything about Camila is seductive, even the way she breathes. And, God, she smells so good. Intoxicating. I’ve never seen Sean naked, but it’s impossible not to notice how incredible his body is, and there’s a quiet side to him too. What do you think he’s like in bed? He looks like he’d be dominant and demand total control, but maybe that’s just a ruse. Maybe he wants to be dominated. You’re the one who knows my body best, do you think I could satisfy them?”

I had finally struck a nerve.

Strong fingers dug into my sides, holding me tight as I was flipped around like a rag doll. I went from straddling him to being pinned down, a mask of anger across Reese’s features.

“You’re right,” he hissed, the muscle in his jaw throbbing through his skin. “I know your body best. I know your sweet spots, and that you like it when I’m mean. So, I’ll be mean.”

He kissed me without warning, so forcefully I almost forgot to breathe. My body began to relax beneath his touch, melting into him; and I hated myself for it.

Those strong, thick fingers weaved their way into my hair, grabbing a handful and pulling it tight until I moaned. He was right. He knew my body best; maybe even better than I did.

I was at his mercy in an instant, and I was so far gone there was nothing I could do to stop it, even if I wanted to. But I knew deep inside me that there would never be a moment I didn’t want him. He was everything to me, and I would savor any scrap of affection he gave me.

My hands found their way to his chest, my palms filling with him. I was a man dying of thirst and he was the only water for miles.

I had lost count of how many times we’d had sex over the years, but that was always different. The shows were planned in advance and followed a theme. I loved them for the closeness they allowed me, but they weren’t real. But this time I could feel the tension ripping through his muscles, the raw energy coursing through his veins. This was different. This was real.

He yanked on my hair until I dropped my head back, exposing my neck. His lips jumped over my skin, pressing firm kisses across my neck. The tickle of his breath was almost too much to bear as he moved, taking his time as my desperation built.

“There’s nothing you can hide from me, Logan.” The dull points of his teeth nibbled the crook of my neck. “So, stop trying.”

The kisses stopped and he rose up to look at me. His thumb wiped at my cheek, stealing away the tears I hadn’t meant to shed. The distance between us grew with every beat of my heart, and I knew he was giving me a chance to change my mind. But if he was right and there really was nothing I could hide from him, then he should know better than anyone that I had made my choice long ago.

As soon as my hands pushed him away he moved back, giving me space. I wasn’t sure what I saw in his face. Sadness? Relief? I didn’t dwell on it. Instead, I pulled off my shirt and tossed it to the ground before unzipping my pants.

I leveled my gaze at him, not allowing him to run away. “I thought you were going to give me what I want.”

“Reese, please,” I begged, the words falling from my lips in little bursts as he pumped his fingers in and out of my ass. It wasn’t enough, just a tormenting taste of what I really needed.

He ignored me.

We were both naked at this point, but he had refused to put his dick in me until I was prepared. It was a nice thought, but he failed to understand what he was doing to me.

He had three fingers in a heavily lubed condom shoved inside me, so it was more than enough. I couldn’t even see his face; he had me with my ass in the air, entirely submitted to him. My cock throbbed, desperate for the release he was keeping from me, but it was hard for me to just come from the back. At this rate, though, he might send me over the edge.

His free hand came down on me like a clap of thunder, spanking me. I yelped and a tiny dribble of cum splattered onto the bed. “Don’t forget who’s in charge,” he warned. “If you’re so desperate for me to fuck you, you’ll have to do it my way.”

“It’s not enough,” I whined. I started to move my hand closer to my cock, but he grabbed my wrist and forced it away, cupping my body with his own. He fit me perfectly and a feeling of safety washed over me. He would always take care of me; it was part of who he was.

“Ask me nicely,” he whispered into my ear, still moving his fingers. “Ask me nicely and maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

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