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Logan began to slowly stroke himself, eyes burning into hers as she slowly reached behind herself and unclipped her bra. Too bad. He was looking forward to taking her clothes off himself.
The bra slid down her body and as she tweaked the rosy nipples that were standing at attention, he gritted his teeth and continued to stroke his cock. Fuck. His balls were tight, his skin itchy and hot and he wanted to be buried inside her so badly that it hurt.
“Not fair,” he managed to say, sweat now glistening on his brow.
“Oh,” she said softly, bending over in what had to be the best stripper dip he’d ever had the pleasure to witness. Who the hell knew? “What’s not fair, Mr. Forest?”
“You’re all the way over there.” God. How much longer was he going to have to keep this up?
“Patience is a virtue.” She was facing him now, fingers toying with the lace edge of her barely-there panties.
“I’m not a virtuous man,” he replied hoarsely. Her fingers disappeared underneath her panties and she spread her legs a bit more, gyrating slowly, eyes on him. He knew what she was touching and he was dying for a taste.
“You’re killing me,” he said.
“Good.” There was that slow grin that he’d been waiting for. She was close.
Her breasts bounced as she bent over once more and this time when she straightened, the panties were gone. There under the harsh light from the overhead luminescent bulbs, Logan Forest nearly lost his shit.
Chest tight, he froze. Billie Jo had come into his life when he’d not been expecting it, and he’d known on some level right from the get go that she was the only girl for him. But right now, staring across this space at her, he knew whatever they had would transcend time. She’d given him her love. Her body. A son. And he…
“I love you.” The words fell from his lips in a quiet whisper.
“I know,” she breathe
d at him. She exhaled a shaky breath and slowly turned around so that he was presented with a view that would make any man weak in the knees.
Billie’s body had changed after Abel. She had more curves and her ass…
“Logan.” Her voice broke and he was behind in her in a second. His hands caressed their way up her back and around the front so that he was able to cup her breasts. Fingers kneading her nipples, he bent forward, teeth nipping at her earlobe.
“I’m going to show you exactly how much I love you.” His cock slid between her legs, teasing the swollen flesh that was there, and she arched back against him.
He slipped two fingers inside her and groaned. She was so wet. So open and ready for him.
“Now, Logan.”
She didn’t have to ask twice. He bent her over a bit more so that she could use one of the storage shelves for leverage, and with one hand at the small of her back, the other on her hip to hold her steady, Logan thrust into her.
“Oh God,” she whimpered. “It always feels so good.”
“That’s what a guy wants to hear,” he said roughly. Quickly they found their rhythm and Logan couldn’t lie, the sight of Billie bent over beneath him, whimpering from the pleasure he was giving her, was an image he’d take to his grave.
He continued his long strokes, feeling her muscles bunch and then subside as he held them both off. Once. Twice. And then three times.
“You’re killing me, Logan,” she gasped. “It’s there. So close.”
They were both hot and sweaty and the sounds of his thighs slapping against her ass as he upped the tempo was loud in the confined space.
“Say it,” he growled into her ear. His thrusts were feverish and the shelving unit began to rock in earnest. He was tight and ready and so was she.
“I’m coming, Logan.” She whimpered. “I’m coming for you.”
He bent forward even more, and she turned her head so that he could capture her mouth in his as they came together. Her inner walls clamped tight around his cock and she screamed into his mouth, biting his bottom lip when her body began to convulse. They shattered against each other and after a few moments he brought them back.
Logan released her mouth and slid his tongue over his, tasting Billie and blood.
“Sorry,” she gasped.
