My tongue traveled lower, sucking at the softness of her abdomen. Bex worked out. With the job she had, she had no choice but to be fit. And after the shooting last year and nearly losing one of her friends, she was even more determined to be as strong as she could be. And yet, she didn’t overdo it. She was still soft in places and I loved that.
“Logan, I swear you can enjoy torturing me another time.” She kept her voice low but the lust was evident in the way she spoke. “I’ll even suck your dick while you eat me. Just. Not. Now.”
The images she brought to mind had me stifling a groan as well. I relented and crawled back up to her. “You on the pill?”
“What?”
“I haven’t been with anyone since I moved back to town.” I hated that I needed to talk about safe sex. “And before that I always used a condom.”
Bex was the only woman I had been with where I didn’t use a condom. And that was only after I found out she was pregnant.
She looked away from me. “I’m completely safe.” She looked guilty and I couldn’t understand why. “I had a full STD panel done after Curtis. Both Jess and I did. We’re both clean.”
That was when I understood. She’d gone without a condom with her ex-fiancé. And he’d been having unprotected sex with at least one other woman.
I moved her face to look at me. “Sweetheart, listen to me.” She moved her gaze to mine. “You did nothing wrong. He cheated on you.”
“But you waited?—"
“Bex, we are not bringing that asshole into this bed. Ever.” I pushed onto both my forearms. “All I need to know is that we’re both in a good place to not wear a condom.”
She rolled her eyes and looked at me. “Then, yes, we are protected.”
I pulled down my briefs, which were still damp from my time with her in the shower. Taking my erection, I placed it at her entrance. While I didn’t shove into her, it was not a slow affair, either. As soon as I was buried to the hilt, we both let out a moan. Mine was into the pillow while Bex groaned into my shoulder. I hoped it could not be heard beyond the door to my bedroom.
“Fuck, it feels so good being back inside you.”
Her nails dug into my back. “I missed you.”
Yeah, I did, too. Missed her, missed everything about being the man in Rebecca Salinger’s life. Slowly I pulled out and then pushed back in. Bex lifted her head peppering kisses along my jaw before returning to my shoulder. I wasn’t sure if I would have bite marks, or a hickey, on my shoulder. Not that it mattered. Bex could mark me any way she wanted.
I was hers in every single way. She’d had my friendship since that first day of kindergarten. She got my heart somewhere around the time I realized what love was. Not the friendship kind or even the familial kind. Rather, that bone-deep, only one for me, butterflies, and sweaty palms kind of love that came with finding your soul mate. She had my body. And with every fiber I had, I would give her a family. Everything I had was hers. Rebecca Salinger and Logan Evans forever. Just like she wrote in her notebooks all those years ago.
The sensation of being bare inside her was a lot to handle. No man could last when the woman he loved was rippling around him. She was close, I was close. But I needed to get her there first.
I rested on one elbow while I pushed the other hand between us. My thumb brushed over her clit… and mother fucking Christ. She gripped me hard enough I needed to recite baseball stats in my head.
Once again, I brushed a finger over her clit, better prepared for the vice grip of her pussy around my cock. Over and over, I circled that bundle of nerves until her nails scored into my back.
“Logan.” Her mouth was in my neck and only I could hear that rough whisper. “Logan, don’t stop.”
“I won’t baby, but you need to get there.” I lowered my face so my lips were at her ear. “You feel so fucking good, I don’t think I can hold on much longer.”
She let out a strangled moan. Her walls gripped me tighter than I had ever felt before as she chanted my name and went over the edge. Feeling her around me triggered my own orgasm and I emptied myself deep inside her, coming harder than I ever had.
As soon as my mind returned to my body, I rolled off her and caught my breath. I was up and off the bed, warming a cloth in the bathroom, and back in the bedroom before Bex had caught her breath. I washed her off as gently as I could and returned the cloth before climbing back in the bed next to her.
Only then did I realize that in all my years in New York, all the women I’d had in my bed, Bex was the only woman I ever held after sex. I always thought I was not a cuddler. That my time with Bex was not who I really was. But that wasn’t right.
Bex was the only person I wanted skin-to-skin with me after sex. God, I was an asshole. But sex made one vulnerable and I didn’t want to be that close to anyone after that. Like they would see my hurt and my loneliness. All I wanted was Bex.
Our breathing became more regulated and Bex turned to me. “I’m really scared.”
“Why?” I was scared as well, but I wanted to know if we were afraid of the same thing. “For Dom?”
“Honestly, I think my brothers and I have what it takes to protect him.” She took my hand. “But I don’t want them to leave.All of them. I know it's only been a day, but they belong with us, Lo.”
I held her close, breathing her in. “I know. I was just thinking our greatest adversary is not the people he witnessed killing his family, but rather social services.”
