Page 54 of Best Kept Secret (The New York Thunder #3)
MILLIE
L ogan doesn’t say much on our way home from his father’s house in New Jersey. He’s quiet, but he’s also calm in a way I’ve never truly seen him. He holds my hand almost the entire way, fingers linked through mine, resting on my thigh.
“I’m so proud of you,” I say, smiling up at him in the elevator.
“Yeah?” He grins, gripping my waist and turning me so I’m facing him.
I nod. “Yeah. That was a huge moment, Logan. And I know it wasn’t easy. But you did it. And no matter what happens between you and your father, I think you did the right thing today.”
His smile is soft as he reaches up and gently tucks my hair behind my ear. “Thank you for being there with me.”
“I’ll always be there with you,” I whisper. “I’ve got you, remember?”
Wrapping his arms around me, Logan crushes me to his chest, holding me so tight, and I close my eyes, listening to the gentle thrum of his heart beating against his chest until the elevator chimes, announcing our arrival .
“Let’s go watch the sunset,” I say, grabbing his hand.
He unlocks the door, letting me enter first and following me closely.
I remove my coat and hang it by the hook on the front door. “Do you want a beer?”
“Yeah, baby,” he says, removing his jacket. “I’ll meet you out on the balcony.”
Assuming he needs to use the bathroom, I flash him a smile and head into the kitchen, taking two bottles of Bud from the fridge before heading out onto the balcony, in awe at the sight of the setting sun, the last of its rays shining over the city and the park, warm on my cheeks as I bask in the golden glow.
After a few moments, I feel a familiar warmth come up behind me, pressing against my back, Logan’s hands resting on the railing either side of me. His lips skate against the sensitive skin at the base of my neck, a kiss pressed to the pulse point making me sigh.
“I love you,” he murmurs against my skin.
Turning so I’m facing him, I look up at him, meeting his eyes, momentarily stilted at the way the sunshine refracts with hints of blue, silver, and gray. Craning up on my tip toes, I press my lips to his in a chaste kiss before pulling away and handing him his beer.
Holding my bottle up, I smile as I say, “To finally letting go of the past.”
He clicks the neck of his bottle with mine, leaning and resting our foreheads together with a knowing grin and a murmured, “To the best fucking future a guy could ever ask for.”
My cheeks flush, and I take a small sip of my beer, Logan doing the same. But then he grabs my bottle from my hands and places both of them onto the small patio table, turning back to me.
“I got you something.”
My eyes widen. “Me?”
He nods. And then, pulling something from behind him, he holds it up, and my mouth falls open at the sight of the New York Thunder jersey in my size, with the number fifty-two and his name printed on the back.
“I want you to wear it to the game tomorrow night. I wanna see you sitting in the stands wearing my number, my name on your back. I wanna show you off. Because you’re my girl, Red, and I’m not willing to keep this a secret anymore. ”
I take the jersey from him, holding it close. “Okay.”
He releases a breath like he was worried I might say no. Cupping my cheeks, he dips down, looking me in my eyes. “You and me, yeah?”
“Always,” I whisper with a smile before his lips press to mine.
At first, our kiss is sweet, gentle and tentative. But as I part my lips, Logan’s tongue slides inside my mouth, and I tangle with him, earning a throaty groan, his hands moving from my cheeks and around the back of my head, deepening the kiss.
I wrap my arms around his neck, moaning against his mouth, and he trails his fingers down my back, following the curve of my ass before lifting me off my feet with ease.
With nowhere to go, I wrap myself around him, holding on as he claims me, our kiss turning frantic in a flurry of lips, teeth, and tongues, of stifled groans and whimpered moans. Blindly, and not once breaking our kiss, Logan carries me through the door and inside, to our bedroom.
He climbs onto the bed with me still attached, my back gently hitting the mattress, his body covering mine.
His stubbled jaw is rough and contradicting against the softness of his lips as he peppers kisses down my neck, licking and sucking my throat, continuing to the dip in my neckline, skating over my top and breathing hot air through the cotton where my nipples are aching for him.
I’m a writhing mess, my back arching with need.
My body wants him so bad, it’s almost painful.
Pushing up, Logan pulls me with him, fingers tugging at the hem of my shirt and pulling it up and over my head. His gaze is soft as he takes in the pale pink bra I’m wearing, my nipples visible through the lace cups, and he mutters a curse, his eyes turning dark.
“You are everything, Red,” he whispers, leaning in and slamming his mouth against mine again.
With one expert hand, he reaches behind me and unfastens the clasp, sliding the straps down my arms before tossing the pink lace aside.
His gaze lifts from my breasts to meet mine, and with a small, slightly smug smile, he mutters, “Fuckin’ perfect,” before dipping down and taking a nipple between his lips, swirling his tongue around the pebbled peak.
“Oh, yes,” I moan out, falling back against the bed.
Logan lavishes one nipple with his teeth and tongue, cupping my other breast with his hand and teasing the other bud with slow, featherlight circles before pinching it between his thumb and forefinger, making my pussy throb.
“Fuck, Logan,” I pant out, trying to squeeze my thighs together in an attempt to quell the ache, but I can’t because he’s currently between them.
Tearing himself away from my nipple, he looks down at me, his cheeks flushed, eyes blazing, lips swollen. His gaze dips down to my jeans, a finger trailing down over my stomach, stopping at the button as a knowing smirk tugs at his lips. “Is my girl needy?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
Popping the button, he slowly drags down the zipper, arching a brow. “Is this perfect pussy aching for me?”
I press my lips together, nodding frantically, not trusting my words. “Mmhmm.”
“Are you still on your period?”
I shake my head, biting back my smile.
Sitting up on his haunches, Logan tugs my jeans and panties down my legs, eyes flaring as he pushes my thighs apart, spreading me open to him.
Reaching a hand over his shoulder, he tugs his Henley off in that one move that makes my insides thrum, and, lowering himself, he keeps his eyes on mine as he covers my pussy with his mouth.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out, fisting the sheets as Logan drags the flat of his tongue all the way up my slit, lapping at my already over-sensitive clit.
When he groans against me, the vibrations bring me closer to the edge, and I grab a fistful of his hair, holding him where he is as he eats me like he’s on death row and I’m his last goddamn meal.
Sucking my clit between his lips, my back arches up off the bed, and fireworks explode behind my eyes as my orgasm rips through me without warning.
“I’m coming!” I scream, hips bucking against him, thighs quaking, clamping around his head as he rings every last ounce of pleasure from me before it’s too much and I need to shove him away.
Logan jumps up, his lips and chin glistening with my release, a proud look in his eyes as he pushes his jeans and boxer briefs down. My body is still shuddering with aftershocks as he pulls me up to straddle his thighs.
I grab hold of his shoulders, staring deep into those eyes that have my heart in a chokehold, feeling his cock as he notches himself at my entrance, and I lower myself onto him, slowly, taking every inch until I’m fully seated and a low, feral groan rumbles from deep in his chest.
“Oh, I’m so full like this,” I rasp, gasping a breath as I feel every part of him fill me. I roll my hips just enough to feel him hit a spot deep inside that causes me to suck in a gasp. Biting down on my lip, I close my eyes, chasing the pleasure of another orgasm brewing in the pit of my belly.
“Fucking made for me,” he grits out, gripping my hips, controlling my movements as I arch my body into him. “That’s it, baby. Ride my cock like the perfect little slut you are.”
I groan from a combination of his filthy words interlaced with his loving sentiments. We’re so close like this, so connected, so intimate. My clit grinds against him with every movement, and my need to come again takes over, my hips seeking more.
“Give it to me,” Logan growls, reaching between us, his thumb finding my clit and pressing firmly against it. “Fucking come all over my cock, Red. Claim me.”
“Fuck, Logan, I’m coming again,” I whine, throwing my head back as the current rolls through me, this orgasm so powerful, spots dance in my eyes and my head feels light.
I shudder around him, giving him everything, which is when I feel him thrust up into me one last time before tensing, his entire body going rigid.
“Fuck,” he groans, slamming his mouth against mine, his kiss deep and bruising and desperate as he comes with an animalistic growl against my lips.
As we come down from our highs, we’re both shuddering, our chests heaving with breathless pants as we sit still connected, staring into one another’s eyes.
My heart races so hard, slamming against my ribs, and I take Logan’s hand, placing it against my chest, letting him feel, while I place my hand against his chest, feeling his heartbeat just as fast.
“I more than love you,” I whisper through my shuddering breaths.
Smiling, Logan’s eyes shine with emotion, his voice thick as he says, “You’re my all, my everything, my whole fucking world, Red.”