Chapter 72
-Hailey-.
I stayed on the bathroom floor for what felt like forever, with my face buried in my hands. The sobs eventually stopped, leaving me hollow and shaky. I wiped my face with a towel and stood, trying to pull myself together.
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My reflection in the mirror looked wrecked him.
eyes red, cheeks splotchy. But I couldn’t hide in here forever. I had to face
I took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door. Stepped back into the living room.
And the couch was empty.
My stomach twisted. “Logan?” I called softly, but there was no answer.
I heard movement down the hallway and followed it. My heart was pounding with every step. But when I reached the doorway to his bedroom, I froze.
Logan was standing next to the bed, struggling to peel off his ruined jeans. His movements were clumsy, undermined by the pain in his leg.
No matter how upset I was, I couldn’t watch him struggle. “Let me help,” I murmured, stepping into the room.
He glanced up, and his green eyes were dark with frustration and fatigue. But they softened when they landed on me. “I got it,” he grunted. But he didn’t stop me when I knelt in front of him and gently worked the jeans down his legs.
‘When they were off, I tossed them aside and stood, steeling myself. My voice shook as I finally asked the question that’d been clawing at me.
“Did
you… did you
have sex
Iwith someone else while I was gone?
His head snapped up. “What? Who told you that?”
Tears welled up again, and I blinked them back. “Ruby,” I whispered. “She said you brought a girl here.”
Logan exhaled hard, his shoulders slumping. He hobbled to the edge of the bed and sat down, running a hand over his face. “Jesus, fucking Ruby,” he muttered, more to himself than to me.
He looked up at me, and his expression was raw. “Yeah,” he said finally. “I did. But I didn’t fuck her, Ace.”
I moved closer, my voice and hands both trembling. “What happened?”
“She took her shirt off,” he said, rough. “And I kicked her out.”
My heart was hammering in my chest as I sat next to him on the bed. “Why didn’t you…?” I couldn’t even finish the question.
His jaw flexed, and he sighed again. For a second, I thought he wasn’t going to answer. Then he muttered, “Couldn’t.”
“Why not?” I asked. My voice was barely audible.
He closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they were on fire, boring into me. “Because she wasn’t you, Hailey.” He almost sounded angry now. “She was nothing. A goddamn distraction.”
The words crept under my skin and sent goosebumps up my arms. I didn’t know what to say Confusion? It was all tangled up inside me.
Logan ran a hand over his face again. “I’m sorry, Ace.”
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I grabbed his hand, holding it between both of mine. “I’m scared” I admitted. My voice broke on the words. “I’m scared you’re gonna keep pushing me away. That you’ll keep saying I’d be better off without you.”
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He laughed once, exasperated. “You would be better off without me,” he muttered. His free hand tilted my chin up to meet his eyes. “But you’re too stupid to listen. And I’m too fuckin stupid to kick you outta here.”
It was my turn for an exasperated laugh. The tears were coming again, and this time I didn’t try to blink them back. “Two idiots in a pod,” I murmured.
He chuckled softly, his fingers wiping a stray tear off my cheek. “I’m too fuckin tired to keep lyin‘ to myself, Ace. I can’t do this shit without you anymore.”
His words knocked the air out of me. My heart was thudding against my ribs, and before I knew it, I was leaning in. My lips were brushing against his.
He froze for a second, like I’d sent a shock through him. I panicked, pulling back a little. But then his hand slid behind my head, pulling me closer, and his lips crashed into mine.
The kiss was desperate. Hungry. Like we were both trying to erase the last few days of pain. His hands roamed over my arms, my back, pulling me against him.
I melted into him, my fingers tangling in his hair as the kiss deepened.
He groaned, pulling back slightly and resting his forehead against mine. “I need a shower,” he muttered. “I smell like an ass
factory.”
“Mmm, I love ass,” I whispered. My hands slid down to the hem of my sweatshirt, and I tugged it over my head, tossing it aside. His eyes raked over me hungrily, and I felt a shiver run through me.
The room became a tornado of fabric as we peeled off the rest of our clothes and threw them carelessly.
Then he was on me, grabbing my waist and pinning me to the bed. His weight pressed me into the mattress, and I gasped as he nudged my thighs open wider with his knee. “Logan, your leg”
“I don’t give a fuck about my leg,” he growled, his lips trailing down my neck. My breath hitched, and I arched into him, my arms wrapping around his neck.
But then I pictured the stitches popping. The blood. Not to mention how much it must’ve been hurting him.
“Logan, stop,” I said, pushing against his chest. He paused his assault, looking down at me with dark, questioning eyes.
“You’re hurt,” I whispered. “Let me…”
He groaned and rolled off me, letting me take the lead.
I straddled his hips, my hands resting on his chest as I slowly sank down, burying him inside me to the hilt. I gasped at the sudden fullness and started moving slowly, savoring the way he filled me.
“Fu–uck,” we both said at the same time. His groan turned into a chuckle, vibrating through me, deep and guttural.
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I rocked against him, languid and slow, and my hands slid up his chest. I could feel the tension in his muscles as he held himself back from taking control. I didn’t want to hurt him, but didn’t want him to hold back. I wanted all of him rough edge, every jagged piece.
“Fuck me,” I whispered, leaning down to brush my lips against his. “I can take it… if you can.”
He groaned again, his hands closing around my hips as he thrust up into me hard and relentless. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure shot through me. I moved with him, and our bodies fell into a rhythm that felt like coming home.
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His leg twitched beneath me, and I winced, pulling back. “Your stitches-”
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“Fuck the stitches,” he growled, and his hands slid up to my breasts. “Doesn’t even hurt.” He rolled my nipples between his fingers, and it chased away any coherent thought I might’ve had. I moaned, arching into his touch.
When I leaned down to kiss him again, his mouth was hungry against mine. His tongue slid against my own as he wrapped his arms around my waist and devoured me.
I stopped matching his thrusts, letting myself go limp and get lost in the sensations. His hands roamed my body, leaving trails of heat behind them.
But a few seconds later, he closed his eyes, and the briefest grimace crossed his face as his movements slowed. I glanced over my shoulder at his thigh, my fingers gliding gently over the bandage.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured, turning back to him. “Let me.”
He nodded, and I took over, trying to keep the same pace. He clutched at the sheets, and his eyes rolled back for a second as I bounced on him.
I continued the relentless rhythm, and every touch, every kiss, every thrust- it all combined to create a storm of hellfire inside me that I never wanted to end.
“Logan,” I breathed into his ear, my fingers tangling in his hair. “I’m close.”
“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough. “Yeah, me too.”
He shifted beneath me, angling his hips just right, and I cried out as pleasure exploded through me. I clenched around him and felt him twitch inside me as he slammed into me one last time.
I collapsed onto his chest. We were both sweaty and out of breath, and I listened to his heart hammer against his ribs as I tried to calm my own.
His fingers traced lazy patterns on my back, and I sighed, finally feeling content.
“Logan,” I murmured against his skin.
“Yeah?”
“Do you love me?” I smirked, waiting for the fallout. He didn’t disappoint.
“Jesus Christ, Ace. Really? My cock’s still inside you.”
I giggled, lifting my head to look at him. “No, I’m kidding. But can I have a cigarette?”
He tickled my ribs, sending me into a fit of laughter. “Punk ass. Yeah… they’re in my cut.”
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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.
