And just when I think I can’t take any more, he pushes in, just the tip, just the tiniest fucking bit of his goddamn monster cock. “You want more, Livvy?”
“Do you want . . .”—I pant—“to see tomorrow, Adler?”
I’ve never had this before.
This mind-blowing sex that’s emotional and yet somehowfun.
I push my ass back against him and look over my shoulder as he fists my hair. “Yes.” Another inch. “Please.” One more.
I’m desperate for more.
To be filled. To be fucked.
And when he tugs my hair and pulls my back up to his chest, pushing his tongue inside my mouth, and finally,fucking finallyslams home, I shriek, not caring if I wake the entire damn house. Hell, the whole fucking ranch.
Each stroke is faster than the last.
Morning sex has to be, considering Maggie is a perfect little alarm clock, and she should be ready to go off any minute.
I relax around him. Dying to take him deeper.Harder. Until I can’t think or hear or move. Logan’s calloused fingers hold my face as our tongues tangle in a delicious clash.
His fingers slip between my legs, working me faster. Harder.
And a savage cry catches in my throat.
“Don’t scream, Olivia. Not yet.” His words are a reminder of yesterday when I may have accidentally woken Maggie.
“Then fuck me fast, Logan.” I loop my arm back around his neck and snap my hips against his, meeting him thrust for thrust as he sets a brutal, punishing rhythm. One I love more than words can rationalize.
“Fuck, Liv,” he grunts, and I whimper.So close. And this man knows it. He fucks faster. Harder. Pinching my clit until I go off like the Fourth of fucking July, clenching around him as his teeth graze my shoulder, and he shudders inside me, both of us sweaty and gasping for breath as Magnolia’s cries fill the room.
Shit.
“How long as she been awake?” I murmur. This kid never wakes up crying. She only cries when she’s been ignored for too long and wants out of her crib.
Logan moves my hair over one shoulder and sucks that sweet spot he’s just gained access to. “At least five minutes.”
“Oops.” I grin.
“Go shower, sweetheart. I’ll get her and get breakfast started.” He stands and grabs his sweats from the floor, and for a moment, I just stare at this man in absolute awe. Then he leans over, palms my face, and kisses me again. “Get that ass moving, Olive. Wouldn’t want your eggs to get cold.”
He walks out of the door, and for a moment, I just lie there, staring at the empty space he left behind, wondering when exactly the space in my life and my heart became his.
Ishower, throw on a pair of shorts, then decide I’m a little cold and grab an oversized sweater too. Probably not my best choice, based solely on the look of annoyance Jasper gives me when I walk into the kitchen. “Wasn’t aware pants were optional today, St. James.”
I tug up my white sweater and show off my black cotton shorts, ignoring the fact that they barely cover my ass, and withhold from telling him to kiss said ass. “Wasn’t aware manners were optional today, Jasper.”
“They’re not. Jasper never has manners,” Waverly chimes in as she passes by me and heads straight for the coffee. “What’s with that anyway, big brother? Do we need to all donate money to get you laid or something? You used to be much nicer.”
Jasper takes the mug out of her hand and drinks the coffee she just poured. “Yeah well, you used to be cuter. Guess we can’t always have what we want.”
I kiss Maggie’s head, then walk over to where Logan stands in front of the stove, stirring eggs. “I don’t know about that.”
“Me either.” Logan grins and hands me a coffee. Extra cream. Apparently, he pays attention. “I got what I wanted.”
“The whole house heard what you wanted, shithead,” Rafe laughs as he grabs a banana from across the kitchen, and I bury my face against Logan’s arm.
Oopsie.
