Chapter 12
-Hailey-
I curled into the corner of the couch, knees tucked under me, still wearing Scarlett’s borrowed clothes.
Logan moved around the apartment with his usual effortless swagger, tossing snacks onto the coffee table – bag of pretzels that looked like it’d been sitting in his pantry since the Nixon administration.
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chips, beer, a
He grabbed the TV remote, flicked through the options, and landed on an old 80s action flick. Something with explosions, terrible one–liners, and a hero who looked like he’d been carved out of granite.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” I said, raising an eyebrow as the opening credits rolled. “This is what you chose?”
He shrugged, dropping onto the couch beside me. “It has guns, car chases, and hot chicks. What more do you need?”
“A plot?” I shot back, smirking.
He chuckled and it sent warmth curling through me. “Who needs a plot? Just sit back and enjoy the chaos.”
I rolled my eyes but settled in, grabbing a handful of pretzels. The movie started with a bang – literally – and within minutes, I was laughing at the ridiculousness. The hero was invincible, the villain was cartoonishly evil, and the dialogue was so bad it was almost poetic.
Logan glanced at me, his green eyes full of amusement. “See? Told you.”
“I’m laughing at it, not with it,” I said, throwing a pretzel at him. He caught it mid–air and popped it into his mouth.
“But you’re laughing,” he said, leaning back and stretching his arm along the back of the couch. His fingers brushed over my shoulder, and I didn’t move away. The contact was subtle, grounding, and it felt… normal.
The movie played on, the explosions and gunfire blending into white noise. I found myself leaning into him, our shoulders touching, the warmth of him seeping into me. My head rested against his arm, and I felt relaxed. Safe.
And then I laughed. Not a polite chuckle or a sarcastic snort, but a real, full–bellied laugh that caught even me off guard. It was at some ridiculous line the hero delivered while jumping off a moving car, and it was so cheesy I couldn’t help it.
Logan looked down at me, his lips quirking into a half–smile. I caught his gaze lingering on me, not with the usual heat I’d come to expect, but something softer.
“Didn’t think I’d ever see you smile,” he said quietly.
I raised an eyebrow, trying to mask how much his words affected me. “Didn’t think you knew what a smile was,” I shot back, my tone teasing but my heart racing.
He chuckled, a low rumble, but his eyes didn’t leave mine. The air between us shifted, thick and electric, and suddenly the only thing that mattered was the way he was looking at me.
His hand slid from the back of the couch to the nape of my neck, his fingers threading into my hair. He tilted my head up, and his lips brushed against mine, soft and tentative.
No desperation, no urgency, just him and me and this slow, aching connection.
I climbed onto his lap, straddling him, my hands gripping his shoulders for balance. His touch was unhurried, his palms sliding up my thighs, over my hips, up under the hoodie to my bare back. Mapping me like he had all the time in the world.
His lips moved against mine, coaxing, teasing.
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I deepened the kiss, my tongue tangling with his, and he groaned, his hands tightening on my waist.
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His fingers found the hem of the hoodie, and he tugged it up, breaking the kiss to pull it over my head. His eyes darkened as he took me in. “You’re so fuckin sexy,” he murmured, his voice hoarse.
I didn’t know how to respond, so I kissed him again, harder this time, my hands sliding down his chest to the waistband of his jeans. He caught my wrists, stopping me, his eyes locking on mine.
“Slow,” he said, his voice a growl. “We don’t got anywhere else to be.”
I nodded, my pulse thundering in my ears. His hands moved back to my hips, guiding me as I ground against him, the friction sending sparks through my veins.
He leaned in, his mouth finding my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. I gasped, arching into him, my fingers tangling in his
hair.
His hands slipped down into the waistband of my sweatpants, and I lifted my hips, letting him peel them off. His breath hitched, his eyes raking over me like he couldn’t get enough.
“Logan,” I whispered. He answered with a kiss that burned through me.
He stood, lifting me with him, and carried me to the bedroom. The movie was forgotten, his hands were everywhere, and his mouth was hot against my skin. He laid me down on the bed, his eyes dark and hungry as he knelt between my legs.
“God damn,” he murmured, his voice rough. His fingers traced the curve of my hip, sending shivers up my spine. “Look at you.”
I blushed under his stare. “Stop.”
He leaned down and kissed me again, slow and deep. His hands moved over me, mapping every curve, every scar, every bruise.
He groaned as I reached for the button of his jeans. His hands covered mine, stopping me.
“Slow, Hailey,” he said again. “Let me take my fuckin time, would ya?”
I whined, my breath hitching as his lips found my collarbone.
His mouth moved down my neck, my chest, leaving a trail of heat behind it. I arched into him, my hands gripping his shoulders as his lips found my nipple. He sucked gently, his tongue flicking over the piercing, and I moaned, my fingers tightening in his hair.
“Logan,” I breathed, my voice trembling.
He looked up at me, his green eyes blazing. “Tell me what you
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. “You know what I want.”
He smirked. “Let’s see if you taste as sweet as you look.”
His hands slid down to my thighs, spreading me wider, and he leaned in, his mouth hot against my skin. His tongue flicked over my clit, and I cried out, my hips jerking off the bed.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my hands clutching the sheets.
He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down. His tongue moved over me with a precision that had me trembling, my thighs quivering around his head. I could feel the heat building, coiling tighter and tighter until I thought I might burst.
“Logan,” I moaned, my back arching off the bed. “I’m gonna—”
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He sucked hard on my clit, his fingers sliding inside me, and I came apart with a cry, my pussy convulsing around him.
He didn’t stop until I was gasping for air, my body twitching with aftershocks. He kissed his way back up my body, his lips. brushing over my skin, and I reached for him, pulling him down to me.
“Please,” I whispered.
He kissed me hard, his tongue tangling with mine, and I could taste myself on his lips… feel him pressing against me, hot and hard and desperate. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him closer, and he groaned, his forehead dropping to
mine.
“You want me to fuck you?” he murmured. His fingers were on my clit again, but his forehead was still pressed against mine, his eyes locked on me.
I nodded, unable to form words, and he chuckled, low and deep.
He sat up and pulled his shirt off over his head, then his hands moved to his jeans. I watched with bated breath as he peeled them off, his eyes never leaving me.
He was rock hard, his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers, and I reached for it, wanting to feel him… to taste him.
He didn’t stop me this time. He let me push them down, his cock springing free, hard and thick in my hand. I stroked him, my thumb teasing the tip, and he groaned, his hips bucking into my hand.
Before I could take him into my mouth, he grabbed my hips and flipped me onto my stomach. I gasped.
“On your knees,” he growled, his voice rough and commanding.
I didn’t hesitate. I pushed my ass into the air as anticipation burned through me.
His hands gripped my hips, and I felt him press against me, the tip of his cock slick against my entrance. He leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, his breath hot against my ear.
“This is gonna be rough,” he murmured. It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. And I was ready.
I arched my back, pushing my hips back toward him. Permission.
He groaned again, low and deep, and then he was pushing into me, slow at first, letting me feel every inch of him. I gasped, gripping the sheets. He paused, buried deep inside me.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his fingers digging into my hips. “You’re so fuckin tight.”
I whimpered, pushing back against him, desperate for more. He obliged, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back into me, hard and fast.
I cried out, my nails digging into the mattress as he set a relentless pace, his hips slamming against my ass.
The force of his thrusts drove me forward, and I struggled to stay on my knees. Every inch of me felt alive, every nerve ending on fire. His hands slid up my back, fingers tangling in my hair as he pulled me up against him, my back pressed to
his chest.
“Mmm, fuckin hell,” he growled, his lips brushing my car. His thrusts grew harder, deeper, and I cried out, my hands gripping his thighs as I rode the edge of pleasure and pain.
He reached around, his hand finding my clit, and I moaned, my head falling back against his shoulder. The combination of his fingers and his cock was almost too much, and I could feel myself spiraling toward release.
“Cum for me,” he commanded, his voice rough and demanding.
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And I did, clenching around him as I unraveled. I screamed his name as he buried himself deep inside me and came with a growl.
We stayed like that for a minute, his breath hot against my neck, his arms wrapped around me, holding me against him as I trembled with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
He kissed the nape of my neck, his hands sliding down to my hips as he pulled out. He flipped me over, his eyes dark and intense as he stared down at me. “You okay?”
I nodded, a smile tugging at my lips as I struggled to catch my breath. “Yeah.”
“We should head downstairs,” he murmured. “The guys’ll be rollin‘ in soon. Might as well get a few drinks in before they start brawling.”
I laughed softly, stretching my limbs like a cat. “Don’t think I can move yet. I’m jelly. You’ve officially wrecked me.”
He smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. “That’s what I do, darlin‘.“,
He rolled off the bed with a groan, heading for the shower. “Come on. Don’t make me carry you.”
“Oh,” I said, peeling myself off the bed and stumbling after him. “Round two? Shower sex? I mean, if you insist…”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
