Page 50 of Every Sunset

“You were starting to stir. I was worried you were going to have a nightmare.”

“Maybe,” I shrugged as I lifted my head and stretched my back a little. “I don’t remember.”

“Let’s get you up to bed, where you’ll be more comfortable,” he suggested, but I barely heard the words as I just took him in.

He always looked amazing, but in the light coming from that lamp, he seemed to be perfectly back lit.

I could see the silhouette of his wide, muscular shoulders, and the sharp, strong angles of his face.

His eyes seemed to sparkle when he looked to me with a smile.

I rose up onto my knees on the sofa beside him and pressed my hands to his chest. Beneath all I could feel was tightly packed muscle. He placed his hands lightly around my forearms as if to steady me.

“Always worrying about me, aren’t you?” I asked teasingly as I smiled up at him.

“Damn right. Gotta keep you safe and whole. Madd and I have plans to spend the rest of our lives with you.”

“You really mean that, don’t you?” I questioned as I studied his face.

“You doubt it?”

“No,” I shook my head. “Not really. I just…it’ll take some getting used to, I guess. Someone – no, two someone’s – wanting me like that.”

“Not someone, sweetheart. Me. I want you in every way I can have you. Maddox does too. We want to share the rest of our lives with you. We want you to share you life with us. We want you. We want Max. We love you, Anna. You don’t need to have any doubts about that.

We love you so fucking much,” he promised.

“I love you too. I want all of that, Logan. I want it so much,” I admitted a little tearfully, but this time the tears were good. They were tears of hope and happiness. Of a future I could almost reach out and touch for me and my son. A future I desperately wanted.

“You have it. Once the FBI clear up this whole thing we can start looking to our future. You can decide where you want to live and what you want to do. We can work out what Max needs and wants too, and we’ll make it happen.

No more fighting alone anymore. You’ll never have to face any battle ahead alone, sweetheart. ”

I didn’t know what to say to any of that, so I allowed my instincts to take over instead.

I lifted up onto my knees and swung my left one over Logan’s thighs so I were straddling him.

I braced my hands on his unbelievably wide shoulders and slanted my lips over his before he could utter a word of question.

I kissed him gently a few times, until finally Logan took over, wrapping his arms around my body and dragging me closer to him as he kissed me hard and fast. As the kiss intensified I found myself pushing closer to Logan’s front, my breasts pressed against his chest and my center against his abdomen.

I practically had my legs wrapped around him as I fought to keep up with the fire and need in his hungry kiss.

I wound my hands through the short strands of his hair as I clung to him, desperate for more.

“We…” Logan gasped as he pulled back from the kiss almost like he’d been forced to rip himself from it. “…we should slow down. We don’t need to rush this.”

“We’re not slowing down,” I growled, then before he could say anything else foolish, I slammed my mouth over his and started kissing him just as wildly as he’d been kissing me.

“Anna…” he gasped again as he pulled away. I forced myself to take a breath as I sat back a little and studied Logan’s face. He looked concerned and I hated it.

“Don’t Logan,” I almost pleaded. “Don’t look at me like I’m broken. I’m not fucking broken! I love you. I trust you. Isn’t that enough?”

“I just don’t want to push you if you’re not ready.”

“I’m ready. More than ready! Just stop worrying and make love to me, Logan,” I wasn’t above begging if it came to it. He had set me alight and there’s no way he was leaving me burning and walking away.

I was taken completely by surprise – in the best way – when Logan gripped my hips and in one swift movement lifted me up, slid from under me and set me back down until I lay on my back on the wide sectional, and he was straddling my thighs, his hands caging me in at either side.

“God, Anna. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you laid out like this, underneath me,” he uttered as he slowly trailed kisses down my neck, making me shudder with need as each soft touch of his lips, juxtaposed by the harsh brush of his short beard, brushed over the sensitive skin of my face and neck.

“That feels so good,” I whispered. Every nerve in my body seemed to have come to life, and they were all sending signals to my desperate center.

“You feel so good, Anna. You’re perfect, sweetheart, so fucking perfect,” he whispered as he continued trailing kisses down the neckline of the vest top I was wearing. “Can I take this off?” he asked as he slid a finger under the strap at my shoulder.

“Yes. Take it all off, Logan. Yours too. I want to see you,” I pleaded. I was already feeling out of breath with need, and my body felt like it was buzzing for what it needed so desperately.

I lifted up to a sitting position and helped Logan lift off my cami, then he pulled off the lounge shorts I changed into earlier, my panties gone with them. I made short work of the bra, and as I tossed it aside I was relieved Logan had started stripping away his own clothes too.

Watching him strip, every inch of his spectacular body on display and all for me, took the fire that had been lit within me, and threw a gallon of gasoline over it as my need intensified to the point that I couldn’t be still as I stared at Logan.

His boxers were the last thing to go, then he was stood before me, deliciously naked.

“You just gonna stand there?” I asked him breathlessly.

I didn’t even stop to worry about my scars that had to be clear to see as I lay before him, stark naked.

Suddenly there was no place for insecurity between us.

The way Logan was looking at me erased any sort of fear that he’d find me lacking.

There was nothing in his gaze but desire.

“Impatient, aren’t you?” he teased as he moved closer to me and covered my body with his, caging me in.

“No. I’m eager,” I corrected him with a huge grin on my face.

“Eager, I can work with.” Logan smiled too as he leaned in and kissed me.

Our teeth knocked together as we both continued to smile, but that changed as the kiss turned more intense, then almost frenzied.

Logan supported his weight over me with one arm on the back of the sofa while he started to slowly caress the other down my body in languid strokes that only served to rile me further.

“Logan,” I gasped, almost desperately. My entire body felt out of control, writhing with my need for more of his touch and not just up and down my side, which he seemed to be teasing me at.

“Steady, sweetheart,” he whispered close to my ear, then he leaned over me again, kissing his way down my chest, between my breasts and down my stomach.

I was about to growl with frustration when finally his kisses moved upwards again, and then he was lavishing my nipples with the same attention he’d given the rest of my body, nibbling the hard peaks, then soothing them with his tongue.

I arched my back, pushing my breasts closer to him in the hopes he’d never stop. The sensations shooting right to my core were becoming overwhelming, but it felt so good.

I cried out in protest when he stopped and moved up to sip at my lips gently. He seemed to be studying my face with every touch of his lips and I knew he was worried about pushing me past what I could handle.

“Love you, Logan,” I panted between kisses, knowing he needed my reassurance that everything was still good.

“Love you too, sweetheart. You still with me?” he asked as he paused and pulled back just enough to see my face.

“Always,” I whispered. “I feel so good. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he promised as he trailed his kisses down my neck once again and teased my nipples, moving back and forth between them.

I was pretty sure I was going to have a heart attack right there on the spot if he didn’t ease the wild need and pressure that I could feel throbbing at my core, but he must have sensed that too, because finally his hand trailed down my body between us until he came to my aching core.

His fingers toyed with me, gently teasing my clit, taking me right to the brink of the release I needed, then pulling back, again and again until I was not only writhing, but I was also crying out in desperation for him to just give me what I needed.

“More! Please Logan…need more!” I gasped.

Thankfully, he heard my desperation and he slid two fingers deep inside of me as his thumb brushed over my clit with the perfect amount of pressure. Just as I was about to come and get everything my body needed and wanted I pushed up onto my elbows so I could see Logan more clearly.

“Wait!” I cried. It killed me when I was so close, but I wanted to take things between us further and I was done waiting.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Logan asked as he pulled his hand free of my pounding core and moved up my body so we were face to face.

“I…inside me….I w-want you inside me! I want to feel you everywhere when I come for the first time with you, Logan, please,” I begged.

“Fuck, Anna. You really are perfect,” he uttered as he pushed up onto his knees and moved between my legs. He leaned over to the side table beside the sofa, opened a little drawer and pulled out a condom.

“Do I even want to know why you guys keep condoms there?” I asked as I tried to calm down a little.

“Only for you, gorgeous. Madd put them in every room since you and he had sex for the first time,” he explained.

“He told you?”

“We’re brothers,” Logan shrugged. “We tell each other everything, but not details. Not like that, not about you, okay?” He paused in opening the condom and looked to me for my answer.

“I can live with that,” I nodded. Now get that thing open and on before I explode here!” I laughed as I nodded to the condom packet.

Logan let out a chuckle, then he used his teeth to tear open the condom.

“Make sure you talk to me if you need me to slow down or stop,” he told me as he slid the condom onto his long, thick cock. I knew it was going to be a struggle to take all of him, but it didn’t scare me. All I could honestly think about was feeling how full he would make me feel.

“Logan…Please,” I squeaked as I gave him my best pleading look.

The relief was overwhelming as he lined himself up and started to slowly ease his length inside of me, little by little.

He was a tight fit, but the fact I was very much ready helped and within moments he was fully seated inside of me.

He lifted me up so I was straddling his thighs and I pressed myself against his warm and hard front as I gripped his shoulders.

“You feel so right, sweetheart,” he breathed close to my ear.

“We do. We fit together,” I panted as I clung to him and started to move up and down on his lap. My orgasm didn’t take long to build up again once Logan started to move too, back and forth, setting a rhythm of pleasure I was trying hard to keep up with.

My body tensed up as the need within me built and built.

I wrapped one of my arms around Logan’s neck needing to hold on to him as I became overwhelmed with the strength of the orgasm I could feel building inside.

Part of me was scared of it, but the bigger part of me was moving frantically on Logan to chase it.

“I’ve got you. Let go, Anna. I’ve got you,” Logan ground out, his own jaw tense with what I suspected was his orgasm building too.

He thrust a little harder into me several times and it was exactly what I needed.

My pleasure crashed down over me like a tidal wave and I gripped onto Logan tight, just trying to hold on as I lost all sense of everything but him and my own pleasure.

Logan grunted his own release moments later, then he lowered his weight down over me and I loved it.

The sensation of his weight and his warmth pressing down on me as he stilled, the both of us breathless and panting – it just felt so right.

Being laid with him there, spent, and feeling so peaceful and free, it was home, just as it had felt when I’d had sex with Madd before too.

The two of them, and my son, they were my home now, I realized.

They were the thing I had never truly had in my life to that point – my safe place, my sanctuary.