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“ Morning,” Logan greets as I carefully plop myself down at the kitchen table.

His back faces me with his lean muscles and tattoos in all their glory.

My body is sore. Logan made me sore. By his tongue. By his hand. By his tongue again. My body sparks just thinking about it. All night of endless orgasms.

He wouldn’t let me touch him, not in the way I wanted or craved. He wanted me to feel good. Fucking Logan.

After, we watched TV like no big deal. Like we’re a couple, and I wasn’t on the run, married. Like he didn’t just finger fuck me into the next universe, no… everything was… normal.

I smile. “Is that bacon with grease that will one day clog my arteries?”

“Mhm.”

“Good because I’m starving.”

Logan walks over, setting down a plate of deliciousness in front of me. He looks even better this morning. Still no shirt (rolling my eyes) and his sweatpants hang low on his hips, showing off that perfect v shape.

“Keep looking at me like that and we’re about to have a repeat of last night.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” I grin.

“Fuck it. Breakfast can wait. Up.”

I obey. My gaze never falters.

He prowls forward, snatching me up into his chest by wrapping an arm around my waist. He walks us back into the cold wall, and I shiver. The nightgown I wear is practically see through.

Logan spins me around, carefully pressing my cheek against the kitchen wall. His breath strokes my ear, and it runs through me like ice and fire. “I’m going to finger fuck you on this wall, Sora.”

Yes. Who knew quiet Logan had such a dirty mouth.

My nightgown bunches into his fists and he shoves it up above my waist. “No panties,” Logan hisses and nips at my neck, then grabs my ass with a squeeze.

His fingertips trail from my belly button down between my thighs to my throbbing, aching wetness. Two fingers slide over my soaked pussy, stroking me. Rubbing me. My eyes flutter close and then he plunges his fingers inside with perfect precision.

I slam my palms on the wall while I arch back into his stone erection. “Yes!” My ass works, humping his hand like it’s his cock slamming in and out of me.

His arm snakes around my stomach, keeping me tightly flush to him, his hand laying directly under my breast while the other is still busy fingering my wet pussy.

“I’m going to come, Logan!” I scream, my head falling back into the safety of his chest.

With every fast pant, I try to catch my breath, but he never lets go. His arms hold me tight.

“I can get used to hearing you scream like that.”

“And I can get used to you making me scream.”

I keep my palms pressed against the icy wall; my nightgown remains on my hips. Logan’s hard length against me. I’m not complaining.

“I don’t want to let you go, Sora.”

“I don’t ever want you to let me go.” Not now. Not ever.

He takes what I say seriously because we stay like that for another three minutes. But then the warmth, the safety, is gone. It’s cold again without Logan’s touch.

“Let me take care of you,” I practically beg. If he won’t let us have sex, then it’s the least I can do. Not to mention, I want to see him. Feel him. Feel him under my palms, on my tongue.

“When I come, it’s going to be inside you.”

“But—”

Logan takes my face in his hands. “It will be inside you.”

I scoff and he smirks.

“My little dove is eager.”

My eyes dip down. “You have no idea.”

“If it’s anything like I’m feeling with wanting to be inside that pretty cunt of yours, then I do. Soon. We will have each other soon.”

He’s so sure. So confident. But I’m not. I don’t want to be married to Jason anymore. That part is obvious, but Logan keeps talking like he knows it’s going to end soon.

“Fine,” I say in defeat. “I want my bacon and waffles now.”

Logan deeply chuckles, then kisses my cheek. “I’d love to stay with you, but I need to get to the shop.”

I stab a piece of waffle, drenched in syrup, and plunge it into my mouth. “This is the best damn waffle I’ve ever tasted.” I swallow. “And I’m sad you can’t stay but I understand.”

Logan grabs his shirt before opening the door and pauses. “Our usual tonight?”

My heart flutters. “I’ll see you on the balcony. And lock your doors.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m only leaving you alone because it’s daylight and I won’t be gone too long.”

“I’ll be fine. Get out of here.”

He smiles, closing the door on his way out. Is this real? Logan ravishes me and then makes me breakfast. Will I ever wake up from this dream, or is this what normal, intensely attracted to each other couples do? But it’s too unrealistic, and it happened so fast.

When I hear a car pull up, I check the security app, relaxing at the sight of Lana.

“Am I going to find two hot naked people having the best sex of their lives on my kitchen table?” Lana speaks through the door.

“It’s safe to enter.” I roll my eyes with a smile.

“Well shit. I’m a little disappointed.” Lana drops a grocery bag, eyeing up the delicious smelling food. “This looks incredible. No offense, you can bake better than anyone I know, but cooking is not your strong suit.”

Just like Lana, I too suck at cooking.

“Logan made it,” I quickly say, wanting to avoid further questions.

Lana plasters on a smirk. “Please tell me when I snuck out this morning, you two were fucking like rabbits.”

“Nope. There was no sex happening. Unfortunately.” I place my dirty dish in the sink.

“What?” Her shoulders fall. “I thought for sure you two did it. Logan slept in your bed, didn’t he?”

“He did, and let’s just say he was generous in other ways.”

The squeal from Lana came at a much higher decibel than expected. “Finally, something happened between you two.”

“Finally?”

“Yes. Finally. It was like waiting for paint to dry.”

I laugh, giving my best friend the satisfaction of believing her comment is funny. “Well, it’s still complicated.”

“Complicated is a crapshoot of a word. All I know is, he’s a good guy, and you deserve a good guy who gives you lots of orgasms.”

“Thanks.” I shake my head.

Maybe this is me gathering my life back and doing something that makes me happy for once. The trauma train is finally starting to break down. There’s only one problem though, Jason will be driving it straight into a wall.

Logan’s home early, and I’m a nervous wreck. Not like we haven’t hung out on the same balcony a dozen times, but that was also before he gave me a dozen orgasms. Now, it’s different. The casual, silent breathing in each other’s air while drinking our drink of choice will be no more.

I slip on a sexy nightgown that stops mid-thigh. Not wanting to be the first one outside, I wait until I hear Logan. Then I grab my wine glass and take a breath while slowly slipping out from the sliding doors.

Here he is, looking sexy as he always does. He ditched his baseball hat, leaving his hair disheveled. It’s playful and the temptation of wanting to run my fingers through it is real.

“Sora.” His deep voice echoes through the night and the butterflies flutter in my stomach hearing he kept our tradition of first name greetings.

“Logan.” I smile, meeting him at the railing that separates our balcony.

With his arms leaning on the metal, he surrounds me, my body igniting with fire. He towers over me, staring down like I’m the most beautiful human to him and it’s so foreign to me, but I love it.

“How was work?” I ask, then swallow down a lump of nerves.

He shrugs, gliding his gaze down my body slowly and carefully. “Only a few calls. Nothing major.”

“That’s good.”

He stares at me, eyes locked on mine. “It is.”

A slight breeze blows pieces of my hair over my face and Logan reaches up, brushing them away.

With his one arm still enclosing me, and his other hand cupping my cheek, I feel the air growing heavy.

There’s something about me and Logan that is extremely overwhelming in a good way, and I can’t quite explain it. Our connection is powerful and intense.

Logan snags my waist and then takes his time, crawling up my sides until he’s under my arms and lifting me in the air over the railing.

When my feet touch the cement, he doesn’t fully let go and his warm hands are grasping at my hips, bunching the thin material of my nightdress.

Yes, I’d say I am teasing him at this point. It’s enticing.

“Thought we can hang out without the divide.”

I slowly nod, paralyzed. “That’s a fantastic plan. Great, actually.” I smile and he huffs a breath of air with a grin. “Shall we sit?”

Logan goes first, sitting on the padded chair beneath him. But he reaches over, snagging my wrist, and pulls me into his lap.

Oh. I wrap my arms around his neck and we’re so close I can feel his breath every time he exhales.

“Is this okay?”

Here’s Logan being bold yet sweet.

“This is perfect.” I move just a tad to reposition, and I feel Logan’s growing length under me.

“Fuck, Sora. Do not do that again.”

“What, this?” I move slightly, his solid cock grazing my clit under my thin panties. My plan to tease him backfires since I’m now the one in agony.

His safe touch floods me as he wraps his arm around my back. I trace my finger along each one of his tattoos until I land on the one with a coded name of some type.

“What does this mean?”

His eyes harden and I can tell I’ve taken him back to a time when he wasn’t comfortable. “I want to be fully honest with you, Sora.” He pauses before continuing, “It represents the motorcycle club I used to be in.”

I jerk back from shock larger than expected. “You were in a motorcycle club?”

Holy shit.

I knew little about the clubs, only small portions, when Jason would do dealings with some of the local ones. They’re intense, scary, and let’s just say I never lingered too long.

I just stare at Logan, not knowing what to say.

The concern drips from him and I watch as his throat bobs. “It’s been a while now. I got out. And I’ve been out. You don’t have to worry about any of it.”

I dart from eye to eye, and I believe him. If he tells me it’s no longer a concern, I trust him. “Okay.”