Page 104 of Hearts Storm

I glance up at Logan, who’s watching the screen with an expression that can only be described as pure, unadulterated delight. He gives me a slow, deliberate shake of his head.

Thank you, no. Just want to sleep.

BREX

Okay Don’t worry. I’ll set his ass straight. Sleep well. TTYS

I set my phone back on the nightstand and scooch under the sheets. Logan chuckles, tightening his arm around my waist, pulling my back flush against his chest. Warm and solid, I can feel every ridge of his abs pressing against my back.

“Don’t you think it’s kind of mean to mess with his head like that?” I ask, despite biting the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.

“Nah.” His lips brush the shell of my ear, sending a shiver skating down my spine. “He started it. If he wants to play, I’ll play. Now he’s gonna be up all night, losing his freaking mind. Serves him right.”

He presses a kiss to my shoulder, making my toes curl into the sheets.

“You’re lucky I let you come after the shit you two pulled.”

My pussy pulses at the memory, and I tuck my face into the pillow to hide my grin, just as Logan’s phone starts ringing.

Reaching over me, Logan picks it up and glances at the screen before tossing it down without answering.

“Brex?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

“Yeah.” He situates himself back to where he was, tightening his arm around me. “I’d shut off the ringer, but I’m on call.”

The phone stops ringing for exactly three seconds before it starts up again.

No longer able to hold back, the laugh I’ve been holding in bursts out of me.

Logan growls. “You laughing at me, Angel?”

“I would never.” But the snort that follows completely gives me away.

“You’re playing with fire, gorgeous. You think because I love you that I won’t punish you?”

Before I can respond, he shifts and rolls, so he’s half on top of me. Weight pressing me into the mattress, he slides a hand between my legs, cupping my pussy.

“Or… Do you want to be punished?”

The action instantly cuts off my giggle, eliciting a sharp, breathy moan. My hips buck against his hand. “Yes.”

Then he shoves two thick fingers inside me, and my back arches off the bed. Still swollen and sensitive, the stretch burns in all the best ways.

“Such a good little angel,” he murmurs against my neck, teeth grazing my earlobe.

Then he punishes me.

All. Night. Long.

forty-four

The sound of my alarm makes me groan as I roll over to silence it.

Reyna is still asleep beside me, hair fanned out across her pillow, lips slightly parted. I resist the urge to wake her with kisses, knowing she needs the rest after how thoroughly I wrecked her.

Carefully, I slip out of bed and get dressed. After scribbling a quick note, I place it on the nightstand under her phone and press a kiss to her forehead before heading out.

Just as I’m pulling in to the parking lot, my phone buzzes with a text.