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Nikki

A quick but quiet knock sounded on my front door, and I froze. My eyes darted around the room in search of something that could be used as a weapon. Against a gun, Nikki? Yeah, it was a ridiculous thought but the way the fear pulsed through me, I couldn’t think straight. After Grace left, Mia came over. But she’d gone home hours ago, and while I liked to think I was a strong, independent woman—after what happened last night at the radio station, I was a wreck. Especially when the calls started.

My phone buzzed on the sofa beside me and when the screen lit up it was a message from Logan. “It’s me. Open up.”

I released a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and dropped the phone beside me before I pushed off the sofa and opened the door for Logan. “Oh my god!” I gasped as I took in his black eye and bruises. I lowered my voice so I wouldn’t wake Livvy. “What the hell happened to you? I tried calling, but it went straight to voicemail.”

He winced lightly when I tried to brush my thumb across his jaw. “It’s nothing. I’m fine Nikki.”

“Fine?” I scoffed and yanked him inside, or rather he let me yank him inside. “You don’t look fine.” He looked damn good, but also like he’d been in a fight.

His brows dipped. “That’s not very nice.”

“You know what I’m saying. Where else are you hurt?”

Logan stood a little taller, his expression defiant as hell. “I am not hurt.”

“Okay fine.” I grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and yanked it up. “I’ll find out for myself.” What in the hell was I actually doing, stripping this man—this gorgeous man—as if he owed me any answers about anything? Ever. “Logan, what happened?”

“Nothing. Diesel and I went in search of some intel about your councilman and his buddies, and on the way home we ran into a few Blood Fangs.” He spoke so nonchalantly, as if it was no big deal. Then again, I guess it probably wasn’t a big deal to him, maybe he did get into fights every other night of the week. “Nikki,” he growled and grabbed my wrist to stop my hands from exploring.

I stopped moving but he didn’t release my wrist. “Okay. Fine. Sorry, kind of anyway.” I inhaled deeply and released it slowly. “Are you okay?”

He nodded slowly as he moved his hand around until his thumb rested on top of my pulse. “I’m a little banged up, but I’m gonna live. I promise.”

“Okay. Good.” My shoulders, hell my whole body relaxed at his words. It wasn’t until he said it that I realized just how worried I was about him—and how much I cared. Dammit. “Do you need me to patch you up or anything?”

His lips tugged to one side. “You wanna play nurse with me?”

I rolled my eyes. “If you need it.”

“I need it.” His gaze dark and filled with desire as he pulled me into his arms and kissed my forehead. “Later. Tell me about your night.”

“It was fine. Quiet mostly. Mia stopped by and we had some wine and talked. A lot. Uneventful.” I held his gaze for as long as I could and then I looked away because I had to.

Logan wasn’t fooled. He gripped my chin between his thumb and forefinger and turned me, so we were eye to eye. “Nothing else?”

I shook my head even as my body rejected the lie. “There were a few hang up calls. But it was probably just a wrong number.”

A low growl escaped, and he held me a little tighter. “They didn’t say anything?”

I shook my head. “Honestly I didn’t even hear breathing, just that sound of dead air.”

“Fuckers,” he mumbled under his breath. “I need to know, Nikki.” He held the sides of my face and rested his forehead against mine.

My heart raced. Had he figured it out? Was he going to ask me to confirm what he already knew? I swallowed and opened my eyes. We were too close and all I saw was the cascade of greens that swirled in his eyes. “What do you need to know Logan?”

“Do you forgive me? Have you forgiven me for not trying harder? For not making a bigger effort to find you after that one incredible night?” My heart battered my chest ferociously. The earnestness in his expression, the desperation to hear that I had forgiven him wafted off his fit body in waves.

I wasn’t sure what to say. Of course I forgave him, but his request was so out of left field—at least I thought so—that I couldn’t answer.

“I’ve never had the kind of fun I always seem to have with you. Inside or outside the bedroom. Not ever, Nikki. Not before you and not after you.” He flashed a wistful smile and shook his head. “After that night, weeks and then months passed, and I convinced myself that I must’ve imagined how fucking good we were together. I thought maybe I was just shit at reading women beyond givin’ out orgasms, and I just stopped trying. Now you’re back,” he sighed, and he never finished the thought. I wondered if he even knew what he was going to say.

I would never hold forgiving him hostage, not when it seemed to mean so much to him. I nodded against his forehead and smiled. “You don’t suck at reading people, Logan. I wanted you to call after that night. For months I thought you might. I even looked for you, but it turns out Logan is a pretty common name. I wanted to see you. To hear your voice. Your growls of pleasure. In fact—” I started to tell him the secret I’d been keeping for too long.

But Logan was hungry and impatient, and his mouth crashed down on mine before I could get the words out. This was hot and immediately searing as our tongues danced together. Logan’s kisses made me lose all sense of place and time, they made me dizzy with need and when his hands roamed up and down my body, his palms brushing across my hard nipples, I whimpered.

My fingertips dug into his skin, hungry to get closer, to taste more of his mouth, to traverse more of his muscles. I kissed him greedily and flung myself at his body. “Sorry,” I whispered when he winced.

“Don’t be. I fucking love it.” He gripped my ass and lifted me up, groaning when I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Bedroom?”

“Yes, please.” I held on tight as he marched us to my room and locked the door behind him. I slid down his body slowly, and watched his jaw clenched tight and his green gaze darken to almost black. “You feel so good.”

“I’ll feel better with your pussy wrapped around my cock.” He tore off my clothes like a madman, only stopping when I was completely naked and panting heavily. “So fucking pretty.”

It was a simple compliment, but I felt it all the way down to my core. “Logan.”

He smiled and quickly got rid of his clothes until he stood before me in nothing but a gorgeous smile and a long, thick, beautiful cock. “Keep lookin’ at me like that and this won’t last long.”

I shrugged. “Doesn’t have to last long if it’s good.”

“It’ll be better than good. I promise.” He gripped my ass cheeks and licked a fiery trail from my collarbone to my chin. “Hands on the bed. Now.”

I obeyed instantly, letting my hands sink into the soft mattress while I rolled my hips, teasing him. Begging for him. “Please, Logan.”

He rewarded me with a hard smack on one ass cheek and then the other. “Love to hear you beg for my cock. For the pleasure I give you.” The tip of his cock nudged my opening, it slid up and down the length of my lips and teased my swollen pussy until I cried out. “Yeah, that’s what I want to hear.” And then he plunged deep, stretching out my pussy until it was almost painful. “Love the way you squeeze my cock.”

I smiled and lowered onto my elbows, changing the angle and the depth. “Yes, Logan. Fuck!” I pushed back against his stroke, taking him balls deep every single time. Shivers ran up and down my body, my skin was so sensitive it felt like a live wire and every time Logan’s hands caressed my arms, each time one finger danced up my spine and then down again, I shook. I trembled.

The pleasure was overwhelming. I slipped one hand between my thighs and played with my clit while he fucked me harder and harder. “You playing with your pussy for me?”

“Yes,” I moaned a second before my orgasm exploded. A million shards of light exploded behind my eyes. My legs shook so hard I collapsed onto the mattress, but I couldn’t stop. My fingers still rubbed slow circles against my clit and my pussy hugged Logan like a long lost lover.

“Fuck,” he growled and gripped my hips, so my ass was in the air, smacking each cheek as he fucked me in long slow strokes that hit me in the deepest parts of my body. Those strokes grew faster but stayed so deep I was sure he’d left a part of himself behind. “Nikki, fuck baby.” He smacked my ass one last time before I felt warm jets fill my body and then his big body covered mine. He kissed the back of my neck and purred. “Nikki.”

I pulsed around him, and he murmured. “You give good orgasms, but I think you’re more than that.”

He got to his feet, flipped me onto my back, and then covered my body with his. “Say it. Again.”

I smiled and cupped his face in my hands. “You’re so much more than a giver of amazing fucking orgasms, Logan.”

Those must’ve been the right words because he fixed his mouth onto one achingly hard nipple as two fingers slid between my legs, teasing my clit until my body trembled. “You’re so fucking responsive,” he said as he sank two fingers deep in my body. “I’m using my come to fuck you, Nikki.”

“Yes,” moaned and arched into his touch. I cried out when his teeth sank into my nipples. I arched until my back ached when he sucked it so hard, I saw stars. I gripped his hair when he did it again and again, using his mouth and his fingers to make me feel so good that I couldn’t stop the orgasm as it barreled out of me at the speed of a racecar. It was shocking in its intensity, catching me off guard.

“I love that I can get you off so quickly.” He smiled, eyes on me as he licked slow circles around my nipples.

I gasped.

He laughed.

Logan was insatiable and I was here for it. He gave me two more orgasms, on the bed and then on the floor before I tapped out and took his magnificent cock into my mouth and drank down every last drop of him.

I had never been so sex tired in my life or so bone-deep satisfied that I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face. Still, after Logan tucked me into his side and wrapped his arms around me, I couldn’t sleep. My body relaxed into his, but my mind was wide awake and running a marathon.

“Maybe this time we’ll get it right,” he whispered before kissing my head and falling into a deep sleep.

A second chance with Logan. It’s what I dreamed about since I found out I was carrying his child. And now we had a chance, and it was all I thought about.

Well that chance and what would happen to it when I told him the truth about Livvy.