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“I’m cumming, Babydoll. Swallow every drop, like the good cum dumpster you are.” My eyes widen, and I choke. Not on his cum, but on his words.Jesus.
The first spurt of his cum down my throat sends me into an intense orgasm. My thighs tremble, and I part them further as I feel the first gush of hot liquid trickling from me. We cum together, our eyes locked, our bodies completely in sync, and the moment transcends into something else entirely.
We become one.
Suddenly, it’s not just me, and it’s not just him. It’s us. It’s Logan and Shiloh. Its possibilities and futures. It’s a connection. A connection so deep, so perfect that it all becomes so simple and obvious. There’s no point denying or questioning it any longer.
He was made for me, and I was made for him.
Everything else will just come with time.
A little while later, we’re stepping onto the front deck and into the cool November air. I tug my jacket tighter across my chest and, once again, regret my choice to mostly pack dresses to wear to work. Luckily, my leggings are thick, and my knee-high boots are fur lined. After our sextivities, we’d gotten cleaned up and prepared for our day in a comfortable, happy silence.
“What are we doing out here? Aren’t we going to be late?” I ask, as he tugs me forward by our joined hands. Logan looks over his shoulder, tossing me a wink and an adorable, dimpled grin. My car’s still parked at the office, so for the time being we have to carpool. I pretended to complain when he’d told me, but internally, I was dancing with glee.
“I want to show you something,” he grunts, tipping his chin at the coolest, custom-built dog house I’ve ever seen. My stomach drops to the floor as panic fills me.
Releasing Logan’s hand, I screech. “Shit! Where is Porkchop? Oh my god, I completely forgot she ran off yesterday!” In an instant, my eyes are filling with anxious tears as they scan his vast property. I’m seconds from diving off the deck to go hunt for my dog when Logan stops me with a fierce hug from behind.
“Look up, Shiloh,” he murmurs, his hot breath fanning over my cheek. “She’s fine. She’s been here the whole time.”
My rapid heartbeats slow slightly, as I look in the direction he’d pointed. The doghouse. My brows furrow. It’s tiny. Certainly, she can’t fit inside. But then, as if to prove my unspoken thought wrong, my massive dog pokes her fluffy head out, her big, pink tongue lolling to the side in what I assume is a grin.
Holy shit, she’s really okay. My heart slows, even more, regaining its natural cadence. “I’m a terrible mother,” I whisper. Logan huffs a laugh, nuzzling his bearded face against mine.
“You’re a wonderful dog mama, and you’ll be an even better human mama.” The organ in my chest clenches. With the cardio it’s getting lately, I’m genuinely concerned for my health.
Tipping my head back onto his chest, my eyes take in the bright blue, cloudless sky above us. My hands begin to shake in my pockets, and it’s got nothing to do with the cold.
“Logan,” I murmur, my voice unsteady. He stills, sensing my emotional shift. How he can recognize my subtle cues so early intothis, is beyond me. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love it, though. “Logan, I have to tell you something.”
His body tenses for a brief moment, but he quickly relaxes, resting his chin on the top of my head. The arms banded around my middle give a reassuring squeeze. “Anything,” he says softly. “Everything.”
Crack. Another fissure in my crumbling wall.
Shit. This is insane. Completely and utterly insane. How can my heart be breaking over a man I’ve just met? Breaking over the knowledge that he won’t want me anymore as soon as I tell him my secret. The thought causes my knees to buckle. As though he senses me growing weak and dizzy with fear and nerves, Logan’s arms tighten even more. He tugs me into his body, pressing us together so deeply, I’m not sure where I end, and he begins.
“Tell me, Babydoll. Whatever it is, we’ll get through it together. I take care of what’s mine, and that’s you now, Shiloh.”
Crack.
“Logan, I—” a loud bark, followed by another much smaller one, breaks the tense silence and has me jolting in his arms. My eyes fly toward the doghouse seconds before something light runs over my booted foot. My gaze snaps down, and I let out an embarrassingly loud screech of excitement. I drop to my knees. The fall softened by Logan’s hold on me. “Oh my god! Who are you?”
Tiny black eyes peer up at me in shock. Whether from my scream or my sudden presence, I’m not sure. My eyes rake over the tiny dog’s body, zeroing in on its midsection where a harness supports a wheeled contraption over its damaged hind legs. Its skin is mottled with scars and patchy light brown hair, yet, it’s one of the cutest animals I’ve ever seen.
Logan chuckles as he bends down next to me, scooping the tiny god up. “This is Tank. He’s been through some shit.” I huff and roll my eyes at his explanation becauseduh. He passes the dog to me, and I gently bundle him in my arms. “Come on, we gotta drop the kids off at my mom’s before we head in.”
A tendril of anxiety wraps itself around my throat, but it’s quickly washed out by overwhelming joy.
The kids.
He says it so simply. The way the words roll off his tongue, as though second nature, does something to me. Logan is so sure, so steadfast, in his belief that we’re inevitable. No, not even. In his mind, we’re already together. He speaks of babies and futures like he and I are a foregone conclusion.
It scares me, but not nearly as much as it fills me with a giddy type of euphoria. All thoughts cease as my body moves on instinct, following Logan down the short flight of stairs from the deck. I follow him blindly, fully trusting him to lead me in the right direction. It’s a wild feeling. My implicit trust in a near stranger.
The thing is; Logan doesn’t feel like a stranger. He feels likeforever.
“Porkchop!” he calls out, wrapping his thick arm around my shoulders as we make our way toward the garage, where his truck idles, warm and ready. Logan glances up at the sky, then down at my dog. He jerks a quick nod, having come to some sort of decision. Opening the back door, he points in a silent command.
