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S o cozy. I burrowed closer to the warmth. The soft scent of jasmine, pine, and an earthy undertone saturated every breath. I rooted my nose against the source, eyes too heavy to open.

A giggle broke through my awareness. “You’re tickling me.”

Logan .

I tucked even tighter against her, my body reacting to the heat of her, my dick urging me to rock against her ass where it was nestled in my lap. I indulged and her laughter broke off into a shudder.

Yes.

Good.

More of that, please.

I snaked my hand over her waist and under the hem of her pajama T-shirt, stroking the softness of her stomach, using my palm to press her into me. She threaded her fingers into my hair and held firmly. Her breathing shifted, an intriguing, quiet moan filling the room.

Every bit of me wanted to inch her flannels down so I could slide into her. Her hips ground against me.

A sharp cough snapped my eyes open and I saw Caden standing in the doorway with a cup of coffee in his hand. “Having fun?”

My cheeks burst into flames, and, unfortunately, the embarrassment of being caught did absolutely nothing to tell my dick that playtime was over.

Logan patted the empty patch of bed Caden had vacated to make his coffee. He sat down, setting his cup on the nightstand and smoothed a hand over her mussed hair.

“You didn’t answer the question.”

My heart kicked against my ribs. Maybe .

He chuckled and leaned down to kiss Logan before looking pointedly at me. “If you’re not having a good time grinding my girlfriend, what’s the point?”

Logan snort-laughed and giggled into her hands. “Well, I was having fun.”

Caden snared her chin and lifted her mouth to his. The scent of her arousal ratcheted up. “Good.”

Before I could get too excited over her getting revved, my stomach gave an obnoxious growl that froze us all. Logan burst into laughter all over again and Caden clapped a sympathetic hand on my shoulder.

“Let’s get some food. Do you want to hang out with some coffee while I do a grocery run or should we hit up a restaurant?”

You’d let me stay here with her alone?

Caden’s gaze laser-focused on me. I trust you .

The words sucker-punched me and left me breathless. Caden’s trust was something I’d barely let myself dream of having again.

“I’m cool with whatever,” said Logan.

“Hold down the fort with Seth,” Caden said. “There’s a store we passed about ten minutes away, so I won’t be long. Eggs, bacon, and hash browns? Anything else?”

“Toast and peanut butter?” Logan asked hopefully. “And strawberries!”

“You’ve got it.” He gave her a long, indulgent kiss, and the smile on his face as he pulled away was the most tender I’d ever seen on him. “The coffee is fresh. Keep the doors locked while I’m gone, and call if you need anything.”

“Roger that.” Logan beamed at him.

She stayed in bed with me as he ventured out and closed the door behind him. When the car started outside, she snuggled into my chest, absolutely obliterating every coherent thought.

“Good morning.” Her head popped back up and she gave me a quick peck on the lips that restarted my overloaded brain.

I dove in, turning that peck into a slow, delicious makeout that had me pressing her down into the mattress, devouring each perfect squeak and moan as I settled on top of her. Gods, I hoped Caden never wanted to go back to before. I didn’t think I could handle never being able to touch Logan again.

She squeezed my ass and wiggled her thighs apart so I could sink between them. There were too many pants in the way. Logan gasped against my lips as I ground against her.

I was torturing us both and I couldn’t stop. I shouldn’t be hopping on her the second Caden’s back was turned, but holy shit did I want to. How could I be this close to her and not want everything?

My stomach roared like a fucking train and Logan laughed against my mouth.

“How about some coffee to tame that beast?”

I sighed and let my weight rest on her. “I guess that would be smart.”

Logan patted my ass to ask me to climb off and I rolled to the side, my dick tenting my pajamas like I had a fucking circus in my pants.

She gave me a mischievous smirk. “Want some help with that?”

“You ask that like I’m even remotely capable of saying no.”

Sparks turned my brain into a smoldering crisp as she snatched my waistband and yanked it down, leaning forward in one smooth motion to suck my dick straight into the back of her throat.

The sound I let out wasn’t manly. I’m not sure it was even a sound humans were supposed to make. The vibration of her amused, humming laughter as she pulled away slightly had shocks of pleasure radiating up my spine.

She wrapped a hand around me, her bold, confident strokes setting out to undo me with an efficient ruthlessness that didn’t even let me fucking breathe .

I tried not to think about how she’d have practiced to get this good, but luckily her tongue did some wicked, hot curls around me and melted those thoughts away.

One hand clung to the sheets, the other held her hair so tight she squeaked, but didn’t relent a bit. She popped her ass in the air a little higher as she took me in all the way again. I made that crazed, pitiful sound once more. A begging prayer to the universe.

My lungs burned . It was impossible to catch my breath and she just kept fucking going.

Up and down, in firm, torturous gliding twists.

Tension coiled painfully tight in my gut and with one more glorious slide of her mouth, I burst. I groaned so loud it was a damn good thing we had no neighbors.

My ass clenched, lifting my hips as she drank me down, every drop disappearing into her throat.

She pulled away with an audible pop and licked her lips.

“Sweet fucking hell.” I melted into the mattress, incapable of thought or movement. “Lo…that was…”

“Incredible?” She grinned. “I pride myself on my ability to suck a person’s soul out through their cock.”

I laughed shakily, waiting for my heart to stop racing. Logan stretched out next to me, and I somehow found the strength to wrap my arm around her.

“We should get stuff ready for breakfast so we can cook when Caden gets back. I’m starving .”

“Mhmm,” I managed.

Logan snickered and gave me a quick kiss before sliding out of bed to go brush her teeth.

I let myself rest until she was finished before I forced myself up, tucking myself into my pajamas.

Staggering into the kitchen, I parked my ass at the table while she turned the oven on to preheat and got out a mixing bowl and a couple of frying pans.

Domesticity wasn’t something I’d ever really gotten to indulge in. Bouncing from one friend’s couch to another for decades didn’t inspire a lot of cozy mornings with decadent breakfasts. Hell, I was lucky if I got cereal. Even toast was a luxury in some of the places I stayed.

Nowhere ever felt like home, so it was hard to psych myself up into finding a proper job and apartment of my own. Maybe it wasn’t a place I was looking for. Maybe it was just this. Logan always felt like home. I was so afraid that if I left or lost her, I’d never know what home felt like again.

I gained enough strength to pour us both coffee and stole a kiss before sitting down again. Caden arrived a few minutes later with a heavily laden grocery bag in tow.

I offered myself for cleanup duty and sipped my coffee while the two of them cooked.

They moved like a well-oiled machine, navigating each other in the small kitchen with an ease brought by familiarity.

I bet they cooked together like this all the time.

Caden cracked eggs and whipped them into a scramble in the big mixing bowl while Logan laid out the bacon in tidy lines on a baking sheet.

They put me in charge of cutting off the strawberry tops.

The whole cabin smelled like bacon after a few minutes of it roasting away in the oven. The grease was harvested when it was done to give the eggs an extra kick of flavor. The potatoes crackled in their pan, moved about with an old wooden spatula.

I was practically drooling by the time everything was on the table. There was so much food I didn’t even feel bad wolfing down the actual amount I wanted.

“You’re going to choke if you don’t slow down,” Caden said between bites. It whipped me right back to childhood when I’d inhale anything he’d make for me. Every so often, a hunk of food would get beyond my control and he’d have to whack me on the back and pass me some water.

“Then I’ll die happy.” I shoved a slice of bacon in my mouth and Logan giggled, tucking a strawberry between her lips.

This was probably the most perfect morning in my whole damn existence. Waking up to Logan, a surprise blowjob, and a massive breakfast with my two favorite people was as close to bliss as I was ever going to get.

“What’s the plan for today?” I asked.

Logan spread peanut butter on a slice of toast and added neat rows of strawberry slices. “I should probably get some magic practice in since I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing.”

“Agreed,” said Caden. “And we’ll head out tonight.”

“To where?”

He shrugged. “South, I guess. Logan’s passport is expired so we’re kind of limited.”

I chewed another piece of bacon thoughtfully. Running wasn’t the worst. I’d done a slow version of it for decades. As long as we could keep Logan safe, I’d follow them as long as it took.