Page 105 of Wilde Secrets

Her eyes rolled backward and she tossed her head, arching her back, knowing that Logan loved the sight.

“Fuck!” He growled. “You’re taking my cock so well. Look at you. You’re so fucking hot. I’m never letting you go.”

Harper gasped, his words sending her over the edge to orgasm. She spasmed around his cock and he groaned as he came with her, sliding into her wet heat over and over as he found his own release.

She moaned, her fingers digging into the wood of the bed frame, echoes of pleasure drifting over her body.

“I love you, princess.” He pressed kisses to her sweaty back, still inside her. “I’ll be right back, stay here.”

She shivered as withdrew, taking gasping breaths. She heard the tap running in the bathroom and then he was back, cleaning her with a damp, warm flannel and then smacking her lightly on the bottom.

“Back to bed.”

Harper stood, stretching her stiff muscles before climbing back under the covers. She watched as Logan stalked to the bathroom, the muscles in his legs and butt bunching as he walked. The front view was just as enticing as he returned to bed.

“Get a good look?” He asked, waggling his eyebrows.

“No, you need to do it again,” she said with mock seriousness.

Logan was climbing out of bed to do just that when she heard the sound of tires on the gravel drive.

“Are you expecting anyone?” She asked.

“No.” Logan’s brows drew together as he snagged clothes and quickly dressed.

Harper did the same, lagging a little behind him. When she made it downstairs, she pulled on a pair of her boots, and headed out the front door after Logan.

He was standing in the snow, but unlike Harper, who was bundled up in a heavy jacket, he was just wearing a flannel shirt and jeans with his boots. Harper shook her head at him and then turned to greet their visitors.

A late model SUV was parked in front of their home, the dark window tint obscuring the occupants. The passenger door opened, and Isla jumped down to bound toward Harper.

Harper squealed in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

Isla threw her arms around Harper in a hug.

“I thought I’d come a little earlier for Christmas. Is that ok?”

Harper nodded. “Of course! We just weren’t expecting you for another week. Is everything ok?”

Isla huffed. “Sure, if you don’t count being babysat constantly.”

She shot a glare over her shoulder at King who was greeting Logan, the two men opening the back of the SUV to unload bags.

Harper wasn’t fooled. She lifted an eyebrow.

“If you hate having him around so much, why don’t you fire him?”

Isla mumbled something under her breath and stomped away to follow Logan and King into the house. The next few weeks were going to be fun, watching Isla and King do their usual dance around each other.

Logan walked out the front door and down the steps. “You ok, princess?”

She nodded, sliding her arms around his middle and hugging him tightly. “Yeah.”

Strong, warm arms wrapped around her, and she tucked her face into Logan’s neck. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath filled with the calming, familiar scent that was only his.

“You’re beautiful.” He kissed the top of her head.

Warmth filled her and she smiled. “So are you.”

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