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Chapter

Twelve

LOGAN

I came to a stop in the alley and turned off the engine. We both sat for a few seconds as the echo of the motorcycle faded into nothingness. Nothing could be heard except our breathing and the faint tick of cooling metal. Finally, Bridgette broke the silence as she slid from the back of the bike.

“Thank you so much. I hadn’t expected to have so much fun.” She fumbled with the helmet I had just bought her yesterday.

“Here, let me,” I said as I swung my leg over and turned to her, reaching for the release button under her chin. I set the helmet on the seat, then took off my own before hanging it on the handlebars. “Are you cold?” I asked even as I reached for her hands and rubbed them between my gloved ones. “I forgot to tell you to bring gloves. I’m sorry.”

“I’m okay. It was just a little chilly.” Bridgette tipped her head back to look at me. I wanted nothing more in that second than to taste her lips, to kiss her until we were both breathless. I cleared my throat in an effort to rein in the strong impulse to do just that. I promised myself that I wouldn’t push her. I knew I had to take our relationship slowly, even though the pull to her was overwhelming. “I really did enjoy our night,” she whispered.

“So did I. Thank you for saying yes.” I let go of her hands. The step back I took was nearly impossible. I wasn’t sure if the brief flash of hurt I saw was real or imagined. Bridgette looked down and opened her purse, fishing out her keyring.

“Okay, I’m going to…” She pointed her thumb over her shoulder towards the door. She turned away without finishing her statement, and my gut ached with the loss. I didn’t know how I would be able to handle walking away from her. I always considered myself a man with strong self-discipline, but I was rapidly losing the fight. I stood there with my fists clenched tightly at my sides.

I watched as Bridgette unlocked the door, then dropped the key back into her purse. She twisted the knob and pushed it open. “Okay, well, have a good night, Logan,” she said softly. “Drive safe.”

Before walking through the doorway, Bridgette turned back to look at me one last time. There was no mistaking the hurt when I took in her beautiful face, though she was doing her best to hide it with a smile. As soon as she started to turn to head inside, her smile fell, and it was the last straw. Every last bit of self-control and promise to take our relationship slowly vanished in a heartbeat.

“Fuck it.” I took two long steps until I reached her and called her name. “Bridgette.”

She turned back to me, her eyes lighting up with hope. Without another word, I cupped her face in my gloved hands and kissed her with every bit of longing I had for her. When she let out a small gasp, I took advantage of her parted lips. I swept inside, tasting her flavor, licking along her tongue. Her moan of pleasure had my already rock hard cock ache with need for my little witch, my mate.

In one swift movement, I reached down and gripped her ass, lifting her against me. Without instruction, Bridgette wrapped her thighs around my hips while tangling her fingers in my hair. In an instant, she was the one doing the devouring. I let her get her fill of our kiss as I walked us inside the dark entryway and kicked the door shut behind us. I paused to fumble with the lock, ensuring the door was secured before tearing my mouth from hers to look around. As I searched for the stairs that would lead to her loft apartment, Bridgette’s mouth began to wander, sliding along my chin and down to my neck.

Once I located the stairs, I took them two at a time, letting my own moan loose as the movement caused her to grind against my cock. “Fuck. You’re killing me here, sweetheart. Where’s your room?” All I could think about was getting her on a flat surface. Any surface would do, and one day I would take advantage of all the flat spaces in both her apartment and mine, but I wasn’t going to fuck her for the first time on the floor.

Bridgette waved a hand in the general direction of where I spotted an open door. I strode that way, and through the haze of lust, I located her bed, vaguely taking in the deep purple comforter and sapphire blue pillows. I laid her down, then quickly tugged off my gloves, discarding them somewhere on the floor. I crawled over her body as her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths.

I placed my hands next to her head and held myself there, not touching her anywhere but where our legs were joined. “Bridgette, I need you to listen to me, little witch. Are you with me?” Her breathless, “Uh huh,” as she looked up at me with her pale green eyes had me grinding my cock into her soft belly.

“I need to know that you want this as much as I do. I want to give you time if you need it.”

She swallowed hard and gave a jerky nod as she blinked up at me. “I do.”

I stared intently at her, letting her see my seriousness. “Be sure, little witch. Once I slide inside you, there will never be any going back. You’ll be mine forever.” The sly little smile she gave me had me pausing as I waited for her answer.

“No, Logan Storm, you’ll be mine . I was an only child. I keep what’s mine, and I never learned to share.”

I couldn’t hold in my breathless chuckle. “It’s a good thing we’re on the same page, then. Now,” I leaned up and scanned her from head to toe. “Help me get your sexy as fuck clothes off.”

We both slid off the bed, already shimmying out of our jackets, tossing them onto the floor in a discarded heap of matching black leather. After taking far too long to get our boots off, we tore off our socks, then reached for the buttons on our jeans. She watched me with hooded eyes as I left my jeans undone and instead reached behind my head for the neck of my shirt. As I started to pull, her hands stilled.

“Uh uh, little witch. You stop, I stop. Get those pants off. But leave your panties on. I want the pleasure of stripping them off you myself.”

She flushed scarlet, but did as I said, sliding the denim down her shapely thighs until they pooled around her ankles. I waited for her to kick them off, but she tsked me.

“Oh, Detective. I may have been an only child, but I still know how to play fair. Have you forgotten the rules already? You stop, I stop. Remember?”

“Right,” I grunted, pulling off my Henley, letting it drop to the floor. When my fingers went to the zipper of my jeans, she licked her lips. “Kick them off,” I demanded.

“Shit. Right. Focus,” she reminded herself under her breath, making me grin. As her jeans went onto the growing pile of discarded items, I reached into my back pocket, withdrawing my wallet. I had stashed a condom there yesterday, not expecting to get so far in our budding relationship, but knowing that it was better to be prepared. I tossed the condom onto the bed, giving her a wink when she looked up at me after watching it land.

Without a word, Bridgette took the bottom of her shirt with both hands and began lifting it. Her belly was pale and smooth with what looked like dots of freckles that I wanted to trace with my tongue. Swallowing a groan, I slid the zipper over the erection that was pressing insistently against the confines of my jeans and let out a sigh of relief when it finally had the space it desperately needed.

Bridgette dropped her shirt and stood in front of me wearing nothing but a pair of lacy blue panties and a matching bra. I could see her rosy nipples peeking through the lace and my cock gave an appreciative jerk. I quickly shoved my jeans down my thighs and kicked them off, debating on removing my black boxer briefs right then, or waiting. I didn’t know how she would react to the size of my cock.

“Let me see.” With my thumbs hesitating in the waistband of my boxers, I gave Bridgette a look that she must have interpreted correctly because she nodded. “Let me see,” she repeated. I reached into my boxers and gave myself a long stroke, rolling my head on my neck at the feeling of relief I got from the simple touch. I was so worked up, I wasn’t sure how long I would last. It had been nearly a year since I slept with my ex, since I hadn’t been interested in finding anyone after she cheated on me.

I released my shaft and withdrew my hand. As I watched her closely, I pulled my boxers down, making sure to pull the waistband over my head as I went. Her tiny gasp had it jerking again. Without it being held back, my cock slapped against my lower stomach, leaving a small smear of precome where it rested.

Bridgette shook her head and then turned around. I stood there, waiting to see if she was going to put a halt to the rest of the evening. She walked over to the tall dresser by the door and picked up a small vial of purple, shimmering liquid. As I watched, she pulled the cork from the bottle with her teeth and spit it out onto the floor. In one swift movement, she downed it like a shot of tequila and grimaced slightly.

I raised one eyebrow. “Care to explain?”

She gestured with the hand that wasn’t holding the empty vial and wave in the general direction of my dick. “I assume you realize that you’re above average. I mean, I have nothing to base that on other than a few videos and pictures, but that beast you’ve got between your legs looks like it could do some damage to a girl’s hooha. I’m just taking a little precautionary painkiller. Good thing I’m a witch, right?” She finished off her nervous ramble with a small laugh.

I kicked my boxers off and walked toward her until we were standing toe to toe. “I promise that I won’t hurt you, little witch. We were meant for each other, remember?”

Her head was tilted all the way back as she stared up at me with wide eyes. “Yeah. I remember.”

“Good,” I breathed out. Then I picked her up until her lips were even with mine. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I can’t wait until I’ve claimed every delectable inch of your body. These sexy freckles? I’m going to find every single one of them with my tongue.” I nipped at the one on her shoulder, then soothed the sting with my tongue as her breathing increased. “I’m going to find out if your pussy tastes as good as your lips.” I nipped her bottom lip next then swiped my tongue over it before sucking it into my mouth. “And when I finally slide into your cunt, I’m going to claim you in a way that will leave no doubt in your mind that I am yours just as much as you’re mine.” I pressed a hard kiss to her lips, briefly swiping my tongue into her mouth before pulling back to look into her dilated mossy green eyes. “Does that sound good to you, little witch?”

Bridgette’s breath hitched, and she swallowed as she nodded weakly. “Yeah. That sounds good.” Then she leaned forward, erasing the inch of space that was between us and nipped my lip right back. “So get on with it, detective.”

I grinned at the sting she left behind. “Yes, ma’am.”

I carried her over to the bed and tossed her down. She bounced once with a short squeal as she landed. Before she could lift her head, I parted her legs as I pulled her to the edge and knelt on the ground. I gently pulled the lacy panties down her legs and off her ankles, unable to tear my eyes away from the pussy that Fate had granted me.

She was a beautiful woman, with womanly curves and a soft, gently rounded belly. Her cunt was covered in neatly trimmed, dark red hair. There wasn’t a single inch of her that I didn’t want to lick, suck or bite, but I needed to taste her more than I needed my next breath. Without any further thought, I leaned in and, using the flat of my tongue, licked up from her opening until I reached her clit. I couldn’t have stopped the rumble from my chest if I tried, as I grunted out the only word that swam through my brain over and over. “Mine!”

Using my thumbs, I parted her labia and nearly groaned again at the sweetest sight. “Mine,” I growled again, unable to hold back my words of claiming. “All fucking mine.” Then I dove back in, not planning on stopping until I had tasted every inch of her and made her scream.

Sliding up from her opening, I latched my lips around her clit, sucking while rubbing my tongue rapidly against it. I gently ran my index finger around her opening, sliding just the first inch into her. As her thighs began to shake uncontrollably, I glanced up her beautiful body, kicking myself that I hadn’t gotten around to divesting her of that lacy blue bra. She had her head thrown back and was wailing up to the ceiling. I gave a deep pull with my mouth, careful not to suck too hard, and watched as she detonated, falling apart before my eyes with a scream. It was one of the most erotic sights I’d ever witnessed.

I was torn between coaxing another orgasm from her and sliding up her writhing body so I could thrust deep inside of her. In the end, my cock won out. After slowing my movements to gentle licks, she collapsed as her orgasm faded. I slowly withdrew, then crawled up her body, snatching the condom from where it was in danger of falling over the edge of the bed. Hooking my arm around her waist, I hauled her further up the bed. Once we were settled, I looked down, seeing her dazed expression, and felt the ridiculous urge to beat my chest like an overgrown gorilla. I did that! I made my woman scream!

I tore open one end of the condom with my teeth and spit the wrapper to the side. After quickly sliding the protection into place, I paused, waiting until I had her full attention. “Are you ready for me, little witch? This is where you tell me to stop. We can wait to go any further. I will be happy just to hold you in my arms as you sleep.”

I thought I heard my witch growl in her throat as she shifted her hips until I was notched at her entrance. “You’re not going anywhere, Detective. Now fuck me before I turn you into a frog!”