Page 48 of Best Kept Secret (The New York Thunder #3)

MILLIE

A fter lunch with Hannah, I came straight home because I wanted to surprise Logan with a home cooked meal.

I have so much I need to tell him about everything that’s happened while he’s been away, and I’m hoping a nice meal might help to soften the blow.

Chicken breast stuffed with goat cheese and spinach, garlic roasted cherry tomatoes, and crusty bruschetta.

I’m not a chef by any stretch of the imagination.

My kitchen skills are limited to frozen pizza and ramen, but I was blissfully ignorant enough to think how hard can it possibly be ?

Spoiler alert: cooking is way harder than it looks.

The kitchen is a mess. I’m a mess. My chicken is a mess.

And just when I consider tossing everything in the trash and ordering in while pretending I cooked, I hear the sound of the front door shutting, followed by Logan’s voice. “Baby?”

Shit.

Turning away from the chaos lining the island, I see Logan walk through the archway, the sight of him rendering me weak-kneed. Backwards ballcap, jaw lined with a few days’ worth of stubble, and a Thunder tracksuit that fits him in all the right places. Yummy.

I can’t stop myself from launching at him. Thankfully, he catches me effortlessly, hands gripping my ass as I wrap myself around him, slamming my lips to his. I knew I missed him, but seeing him in the flesh for the first time in five days, I hadn’t realized just how much.

“Aw, babe. You cooking for me?” he asks with a soft smile.

“Trying to,” I say sheepishly.

“I could get used to this,” he murmurs against my mouth, claiming me with a slow, determined kiss I feel all the way in the base of my spine.

“I missed you,” I whisper.

He palms my ass, pulling me tighter against him, and I feel his cock twitch in his sweats. “Chrissake, I need you,” he murmurs.

“I need you too,” I answer breathily, gently pushing him away with a whine. “But I’m on my period.”

“It’s cute that you think I care,” he grits, grinding my pussy against him.

“Ew.” I grimace. “I can’t have sex when I’m on my period.”

“You absolutely fuckin’ can,” he retorts. “And, word on the street is it feels even better.”

I stare at him for a long moment. I know they say orgasms can help relieve cramps, but sex? My nose scrunches at the thought. “Isn’t it… messy?”

“Not in the shower.” He flashes me a smug grin.

I contemplate the idea a moment, but then I imagine the clots swirling around the drain and I swear, I almost barf. “I can’t?—”

“C’mon, Red,” Logan interjects, shifting his hips, his erection doing delicious things to my achy, needy core. “I need a shower after my flight.” His gaze lifts to something on top of my head, brows knitting together. “You literally have… cheese in your hair.”

I lift a hand up and find the incriminating sliver of parmesan tangled in my strands. Mortifying.

“Shower with me,” Logan whispers, his lips ghosting mine. “Let me love on you. ”

I choke on a moan when his tongue licks into my mouth, desire curling in my stomach, and before I can even say yes, we’re moving, Logan carrying me down the hall and into our bedroom, his lips never once leaving mine.

I know we desperately need to talk, but I don’t even think I could form words right now.

Placing me on the bathroom counter, Logan steps away, eyes blazing with intense, feral need as he walks backward into the shower, turning the water on. Then, still watching me, he reaches over his shoulder and tugs his sweatshirt off with one hand in a move that makes my thighs clench.

My eyes roam his body. Tight muscles move beneath smooth skin. Fuck.

With a knowing grin, as if he can hear my thoughts, Logan tucks his fingers into the waistband of his sweats and pushes them down with his boxer briefs, and, again, fuck .

Stalking toward me, he fists his long, thick cock and strokes it slowly a few times, eyes trailing down my body like he’s about to devour me.

He doesn’t say anything as he reaches out and lifts my sweatshirt up. I don’t say anything either, lifting my arms up and allowing him to pull it over my head, tossing it to the floor.

Grinning at the sight of my bare breasts, Logan ducks down, gently trailing the flat of his tongue around one of my peaked nipples, his thumb and forefinger drawing torturous circles around the other, causing me to shiver, my head falling back.

As he sucks my nipple into his mouth, his hand trails down my stomach, stopping between my thighs, and with the slightest pressure, he drags his thick finger along the seam on my leggings, my hips bucking.

“Fuck, Red,” he husks against my nipple, pressing a soft kiss to the peak.

“I can feel how soaked you are through your pants, baby.” He taps his finger against me, right over my clit, and my back arches.

Eyes fixed on mine, he whispers, “So responsive, baby,” while circling over the swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves.

Kissing up my chest, my shoulder, my pulse point, he murmurs against my skin, “Stand up.”

Nervous despite the need that surges through me, I push off the counter, peering up at Logan through my lashes.

He offers me a kind smile as he links his thumbs into the waist of my leggings, gently pulling them and my underwear down.

And, crouched down in front of me, he keeps his eyes on mine as he trails up the insides of my thighs, hesitating at the juncture.

“Do you want me to take it out?” He quirks a brow.

“God, no.” I shake my head quickly, looking at him like he’s lost his damn mind, and he chuckles a low, rumbling laugh, pressing the softest of kisses to my hip bone before standing up to his full height, his hands holding my waist.

“Turn around,” I chide, feeling my cheeks flame.

With another snicker, Logan turns, and I’m momentarily distracted by his tight, firm, round ass as he steps into the shower, the water cascading down his strong back in hypnotizing rivulets.

I make quick work of removing my tampon, disposing of it in the trash and, with a deep breath, I check my reflection in the mirror, giving myself a quick mental pep talk.

He wants you.

And you’ve never been hornier than you are right now.

Quit being a little bitch.

It’s human nature.

People have sex on their period every day.

Maybe you’ll like it.

“Red, I’m waiting…” Logan taunts playfully.

Removing the scrunchie from my hair, I place it onto the counter and turn, finding Logan watching me through the glass, a glorious smile curling his lips while he slowly yet firmly strokes his rock-hard cock .

“Fuck it,” I mutter under my breath, walking into the shower, straight into Logan’s arms.

Snaking his hands around my waist, he wraps me up in his warmth, pulling me under the stream of steady water, his mouth sealing over mine with an all-consuming kiss.

His tongue dances with my own, coaxing me, and I melt into him, all traces of my apprehension fading away into the steam as it swirls around us.

“Fuck, you’re everything, Red,” Logan groans when I reach between us, wrapping my fingers around his length. “Shit.”

My pussy throbs, my clit thrums, and, as if he can sense my need, Logan’s hand finds my core, his thick finger slipping between my folds.

“No—” I stop him, my eyes wide.

He freezes, brow furrowing with obvious confusion.

“I’m bleeding .”

He flashes me a devastating grin. “Red, baby, you are out of your damn mind if you think a little blood’s gonna scare me.”

With a shuddering breath, I relax enough, and he kisses my lips, gently easing first his index, then his middle fingers inside of me, slowly moving them in and out, his thumb rubbing my clit with just the right amount of pressure until I’m seeing stars.

“Holy fuck!” I gasp against his mouth, hips shifting, searching for more.

“So sensitive,” he utters, his grin cocky.

I nod, moaning something unintelligible, my head falling back as he brings me to the edge in a matter of seconds, fucking me with his fingers, curling them inside of me and hitting a spot that does something to me I’ve never felt before, setting me alight from the inside out as pressure builds deep in my core, threatening to explode.

“Logan, I?—”

“Oh, I know, baby,” he coos. “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.”

He continues rubbing my clit with his thumb while fucking me in earnest, getting me so close until I’m almost there but then doing something—I don’t even know what—so that I’m not quite able to come.

It’s frustrating, but it’s also intoxicating.

I’m on the edge of where I want to stay, but I also want—need—to fall.

Between the feral look in his eyes and the way he’s playing me with his fingers, I’m spiraling higher and higher until it feels as if I’m almost floating, my orgasm within reach.

“Yes!” I grip his wrist, holding onto him to keep him there, but also to stop myself from falling. “Right there. Please don’t stop. Please,” I pant out.

Wrapping his other arm around my waist, he holds me flush against him, and then, with his mouth pressed against my ear, he grits out, “Come for me, Red,” as he pulls his fingers from me and slaps his hand against my clit, sending me hurtling over the edge with a loud mewling cry that sounds nothing like me as it bounces off the tiles around the bathroom.

“That’s my girl,” Logan praises, holding me steady while gently stoking my pussy as I come down from my depleting high.

“Oh, my God,” I gasp, a breathless, quivering mess. “That was so good.”

A hint of menace flashes in his eyes, his grin roguish as he leans in, grazing his lips against mine. “Now, I need to fuck my girl,” he husks, shoving his tongue in my mouth.

He kisses me like I’m what he needs to survive, and before I can even find my wits, before I’ve even stopped trembling with aftershocks from my intense orgasm, Logan picks me up again, forcing my legs around his waist and pinning me against the tiles.

“Is my perfect little slut ready my cock?” he grits into my mouth.

I love this feral, demanding side of him. Logan is the sweetest guy I’ve ever known, but when he flips that switch and becomes this borderline asshole, I’m almost ashamed to say that I’m mush.

“Yes,” I whisper breathlessly .

Kissing me, he’s far from gentle as he pushes inside of me, all the way until he’s bottoming out. Our kiss falters, and we’re just two mouths open against one another, not kissing, just lips touching, sharing hot, panting breaths.

My nails dig into his shoulders as I shift, desperate for him to move but pinned between his hard body and the wet tile, completely at his mercy.

Logan pulls out, slowly, inch by inch until he’s almost all the way out, just the head of his cock notched inside of me. And then he slams into me again, I feel it everywhere, the tension in the pit of my belly tightening yet again.

“Fuuuck,” Logan groans, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “I’m so fucking done. Ruined. You own me, Red. You fucking own me,” he growls, each word nearly unintelligible against my skin.

And right now, I don’t care that I’m on day three of my period.

I don’t care that it’s probably a murder scene down there.

I don’t even fucking care that there is likely blood all over Logan’s dick right now as he thrusts in and out of me.

All I care about in this moment is being thoroughly fucked by this man right here, letting him claim me in a way no one ever has, or ever will again.

“This pussy is so…” Logan breathes hard, heavy, pounding into me so deep, each thrust leaving me breathless. “Fucking… endgame,” he chokes on his words.

Reaching between us, Logan’s thumb finds my clit, rubbing it as he pumps into me, his thrusts turning sloppy as his own need to come takes over.

“I love you, Red,” he utters, eyes heavy-lidded as he gazes into mine. “Fucking love you.”

I trail a hand up, cupping the back of his head and scratching his scalp. Urging his lips to mine, a moan slips out of me when he hits me deeper than ever, my back arching off the wall, his thumb relentless as he rubs my clit .

“I love you,” I whimper, kissing him. “Only you. Only ever you.”

“I’m gonna come,” he gruffs against my lips. “Come with me, Red.”

As if on demand, another dizzying orgasm rolls through me from the inside, surging through every part of my body, my thighs clamping around his waist, my walls clenching around his dick as he pistons into me.

“Yes, fuck, baby. All fucking mine.” Logan plants a hand on the tile above my head, holding my ass with his other hand, and with one, two, three more thrusts, he stills deep inside me, burying his face into my neck with a guttural roar.