Until her legs are shaking and my restraint is cracking.
Until neither of us can take any more.
Only then do I stand, wrapping my hands around her hips, notching the head of my cock at her entrance, and sliding home into a tight heat like I’ve never felt.
Hers. All hers.
And she’s all fucking mine.
I hiss at the perfection that is the way this woman fits against me. Around me. And I hold still, giving her body time to adjust to mine before we move together. “Logan...” she cries.
“I’ve got you,” I promise and shift my hips, slowly at first.
So damn slowly, it’s torture.
The kind you’d fight for.
Die for.
Until she relaxes.
Until her breathing picks up, and her hips move against me.
Until we’re both fucking lost, and I wrap her gorgeous hair around my fist and pull her head back, her face tilting to mine, and our lips crash. We’re a tangle of teeth and tongues, furious and fucking perfect as we move together.
Until I’m growling against her mouth. “My fucking wife.”
“Yours,” she moans and sucks my tongue as my fingers circle her clit, working her into a frenzy. Her hips bucking against mine in a filthy fucking rhythm I’ll never forget. Not until my dying day.
And when she comes against me, I pull out and lift her in my arms, spinning us so my back is against the wall, taking all ourweight and sinking back inside her body. Her beautiful skin is flushed as her breasts bounce with each snap of my hips. Each rise and fall of her body. “Oh God, Logan. I can’t...”
“One more, wife. Give me one more,” I demand and lick at her lips, my fingers digging into her ass. Harder. Faster. Until she’s shaking and I’m swallowing her screams as I follow her into the sweetest fucking salvation I’ve ever known, filling the condom between us as Liv clings to me, gasping for breath.
We stay like that for one long moment before reality crashes back down, and I realize where we are and just how many people could have seen us.
Shit.
“How fast did you say we could get to your house, Olive?”
Her green eyes sparkle as she looks over my shoulder. “Five minutes, if we run. But I can’t run in these shoes, Logan.”
I put her back down and get rid of the condom. “Then I guess it’s a good thing I can carry you.”
LOGAN
Hey, Waves. Any chance you can
keep Maggie for the night?
Had a little too much to drink.
Of course. She’s already sound asleep.
And my hot date consists of two
vampire brothers who share
the same girl.
