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While he’s leaving us, I study Logan’s temple where he has four stitches.
Logan doesn’t say anything else before his lips come down on mine, surprising me with an intense, deep, bone-crumbling kiss. I lean into him as he lifts me up, putting me on the counter. When he steps in between my legs, I spread them wider in invitation.
Someone knocks on the door, and our kiss is broken, leaving both of us panting as I put my forehead on his chest.
“Yeah?” Logan calls out, staying put where he is.
“Just making sure you’re okay,” Lisa says through the door. “I have coffee if you want to unlock the door.”
She really wants to be cut.
“I’ve got coffee, and I’m fine. Thanks,” Logan says shortly before kissing me again, pulling me to him by my hips.
I break the kiss as Lisa knocks again, but I ignore her calling his name.
“Are you really okay?” I ask him, ignoring the pang of panic for how close I was to being too late.
“Yes,” he says softly, brushing his lips over mine. “Go away, Lisa,” he adds louder.
She huffs loud enough to be heard, but Logan lifts me, carrying me to the bedroom again. Our room is right beside where Leonard is trying to sleep, so I aim for quiet when Logan puts me down on the bed.
I hiss out a breath when he starts tugging my shorts off me.
“Leonard is—”
“Already snoring by now. He sleeps like the dead, and won’t hear a thing.”
I grin against his lips when he kisses me again, and my shorts fall off my legs. I keep kissing him even as he basically tears my panties away. And our lips remain fused together when he finally thrusts in, taking me slowly, longingly, and reminding me how much I love him.
“I love you,” I whisper into the air so quietly that I don’t think he hears it.
I just hope our love is truly strong enough to conquer all.
Sweaty and breathless, he thrusts in over and over, and I claw his skin, holding onto him, needing every second of closeness I can drag out. Our lips clash, unable to find a rhythm for a smooth kiss, and he pumps his hips harder, hitting that spot inside me that sends me spiraling and has me calling out his name.
When his hips still, he nuzzles the side of my face, shuddering as he finds his own release.
“I love everything about you,” he says softly, brushing his lips over my jaw.
Grinning, I hurry to the bathroom to clean up, and he slaps my ass on my way. I’m slowly calming down now that he seems okay.
As I exit the bathroom, the faint music of a familiar song and the distinct voice of a too familiar woman hits me like a ton of bricks.
Hush, little baby, don’t say a word. Momma’s gonna buy you a mocking bird.
I turn the corner, looking in on the living room as Logan studies the TV, and tears fill my eyes as my heart plummets to my toes. My mother’s smiling face is on the screen. She’s happy, oblivious to the harsh future ahead.
I remember this night so clearly. She died before she could see how bad this town got.
And if that mocking bird don’t sing, Momma’s gonna buy you a diamond ring.
She pulls out a gaudy piece of costume jewelry that resembles a diamond ring, and hands it to the young girl at her side. The young girl with bright green eyes and a little tremor in her hand, because she’s on stage and scared. But the girl’s mother soothes her, cupping her chin, making the child focus only on her and not the audience.
And if that diamond ring don’t shine—
The video pauses, and my heart stutters in my chest as Logan swings his gaze to me.
“You okay?” he asks, studying me with a frown.
