Logan (Chosen Champions #1) - Macy Blake Page 0,82
does it work if you don’t bite me and make me a wolf too?”
“It just…” Logan had never had to explain it before. “It just is. You’re either pack or you aren’t.”
Bailey gave him a look. “So am I pack?”
“Yes.” Logan didn’t even have to hesitate before he answered, which surprised the hell out of him.
Bailey smiled. “I’m pack. How about Gideon?”
“Yes.” Again, no hesitation. “And Aleron. And Dasan. And Coal.”
“Scout?”
Logan paused, but his wolf didn’t. “Yes.”
“So what you’re telling me is that we already have a pack, you just hadn’t admitted it to yourself.”
“Apparently. Don’t look so smug. I’m having a moment. This was supposed to be your moment. We came up here for you. How did this turn into me spilling my guts?”
The smug look intensified. “Because that’s what mates do.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Yeah, I do. Now get over here and kiss me. What’s the opposite of meatloaf?”
Logan had started to lean in, but he pulled back with a confused frown. “What?”
“You know? Meatloaf? My safeword. What’s the opposite?”
“I’m so confused right now.”
“Logan, I want you. I’m saying get over here and make me scream your name already. I’m your mate. I demand it. Claim me, Wolfman.”
Bailey smiled and reached for him. How could Logan deny him anything?
He leaned in again and softly kissed Bailey. He kept things slow, exploring his mate carefully and listening for any signs of distress. Bailey was a little hesitant at first but relaxed after a few minutes of lazy kisses that didn’t go further.
Logan pulled away to catch his breath and waited for Bailey to open his eyes. “What next?”
Bailey took Logan’s hand and guided it down. “I want you to touch me.”
Logan pushed the waist of Bailey’s shorts down, but Bailey’s breath hitched. He paused and moved his hand up again.
“Yeah, that wasn’t good.”
“I’m happy to spend another hour kissing you,” Logan said.
“I don’t want to bring him in the room,” Bailey said. He sounded small and heartbroken, and Logan didn’t like it at all.
“He’s not. This is us, figuring us out. Nothing more.”
“He pushed my pants down,” Bailey confessed.
“Okay, so I won’t do that.”
“But I want you to do that. I’m so confused.”
Logan thought about Bailey’s statement describing the attack. He moved to his knees and positioned himself between Bailey’s legs. “Let’s try where you can see me.”
“Yeah, that’ll help,” Bailey said.
He lifted his hips, and Logan slowly moved to touch his waist again. This time, Bailey beamed at him as he tugged his shorts down and off his legs.
“It’s ridiculously hot when your eyes get all glowy,” Bailey said. “It’s a wonder I didn’t figure this whole thing out weeks ago.”
Logan ran his hands up Bailey’s thighs and rested them against his hips. He brushed thumbs over the soft skin there, waiting for Bailey’s reaction before moving further.
“We’re sneaky,” Logan teased. “No way you could have figured it out.”
But his lips twitched at the lie, and Bailey laughed before reaching for his wrist and moving it where he wanted it. “Well, I probably wouldn’t have, to be honest. Because who’d have guessed wolf shifter for his hunky boyfriend?”
“You think I’m hunky, huh?”
Bailey grinned and put Logan’s hand firmly on his dick. “I figured you’d focus more on the boyfriend part of that statement.”
Logan wrapped his fingers around the base of Bailey’s cock and slowly stroked upward to the tip. “Nah, I’d already decided to be your boyfriend when you made soup. I was a goner then.”
Bailey gasped and pushed up into Logan’s fist. “That’s good.”
“Better with lube.” Logan leaned over and grabbed the bottle off the nightstand.
He drizzled some over Bailey’s cock and then used his fingers to spread it around. Bailey’s thighs tensed at the teasing movements, but he continued moving toward Logan and not away.
Logan began to stroke him faster, listening to each and every little gasp and moan Bailey made as he drove him higher. Bailey grabbed his other arm and pulled Logan down, then guided him close enough to kiss.
“Feels so good,” Bailey gasped into his lips. “But I wanna feel you too.”
There was no doubt or hesitation in Bailey’s words. Logan eased up and pushed his pants down, freeing his cock. Bailey licked his lips and stared at it before reaching for Logan again.
Logan returned to his position, but this time, he wrapped his hand around both of their cocks. Bailey moved his thighs around Logan’s waist and pulled him lower as he began thrusting into Logan’s hold.