cursed and threw his head back. She was destroying his self-control inch by inch until his whole body vibrated with the need to let go.
Soon her pace became faster, her strokes more frantic. When she sucked what she could of his length to the back of her throat, her eyes closed, and she moaned. Seeing his cock buried in her sweet mouth, coupled with her passionate moan, finally shredded his restraint. Logan reached down and pulled her up his body until she was straddling him again, then he centered his cock with her core and surged up, capturing her soft cries of pleasure with his mouth.
Skylar threw her head back as he wrapped his hands around her shoulders and began to thrust, pounding into her heat. The desire to release his seed deep inside her rode him hard. He needed to mark her as his, have his cum dripping between her legs so no other man would get near. Hug her when he wasn’t around.
The blood in his veins began to pound through his system, an internal drumbeat that edged him toward violence against any man who dared to harm her. Touch her. He knew then he would kill anyone who tried to take her from him. Knew without a doubt that the beating of his heart belonged only to her.
“Look at me,” he ordered. Skylar tipped her chin until she was eye to eye with him, wrapping her hand around the base of his neck for support. She leaned in and tried to kiss him, but Logan jerked his head back until he could see her eyes again. “You own my soul,” he whispered, grounding her down on his cock. He held her there, so he was fully seated in her heat. Her shocked eyes held his, her open mouth panting sweet breath across his face as he reached up and cupped her cheeks. “You’re the most important thing in my world. You demolished the wall I’d built around myself and left me bare. I won’t walk away. Believe that.”
“Logan.” She said his name whisper-soft like the breeze, as her eyes pooled with glittering tears.
“I’ll never let you go. I’ve only wanted one thing in my entire fucking life. I found that in you.”
Skylar swallowed hard, her lips trembling. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’ll never let you go,” he repeated. “I can breathe again for the first time in a year. You’re the air in my lungs.”
Her tears fell silently as she leaned in and brushed her lips across his, whispering, “Then breathe me in and taste my love.”
His eyes flared with heat at her declaration. He slammed his mouth over hers, drinking her in as their bodies began a slow push and pull. Instead of taking her possessively this time, he let it build slowly until they both ignited at a fevered pitch. He made love to her. Made love for the first time in his life.
Twenty
Family Time
I WOKE UP cold. After having Logan curled around my body the whole night, I knew he was gone when my teeth began to chatter. Winter was here so flannel pj’s were a necessity, but I’d forgone putting them on when we arrived home because there was nothing sexy about them. My bladder screamed at me to get up, so I braved the cold, slid from the bed, and found a pair of sweatpants, a hoodie, and socks to pull on.
The moment I opened the door to head to the bathroom, I was assaulted with the smell of my favorite food group—bacon. I ignored my bladder and ran toward the scent, sliding to a stop when I reached our open floor plan and looked into the kitchen. I assumed one of my brothers was cooking, but I found Logan at the stove flipping the heavenly meat while Max sat at his feet. The only thing better than waking up to bacon was finding two hundred and forty pounds of raw muscle cooking it.
I took in my fill for a brief moment then ran to the plate holding crispy strips of God’s gift to the human race. I snagged a piece while I did the potty dance, flashing Logan a bright smile before running toward the bathroom again. After finishing my morning routine—teeth, moisturizer, taming my hair—I bolted back to the kitchen for more bacon before my brothers woke up and annihilated the plate.
“I didn’t even know we had bacon,” I stated, climbing onto the counter so I could watch Logan and have