Logan’s hands gripped my hips, steadying me as I adjusted to the fullness of him, a hot rush flooding my core. His gaze never left mine, dark and full of awe, and I felt something deep inside me shift.
We moved together, slowly at first, the intensity building as we found a rhythm that made the truck’s cab feel too small, too hot. Logan’s hands roamed over me, his touch both gentle and possessive, and I couldn’t get enough of him—of the way he made me feel seen, cherished, utterly undone.
Every brush of his fingers, every press of his lips, every whispered word of encouragement, sent me spiraling higher until I thought I might shatter. And when I finally did, Logan was right there with me, his own release emptying inside me, his grip on me tightening as he buried his face in my neck.
We stayed tangled together, our breathing heavy and uneven, the warmth of his body grounding me in a way I hadn’t realized I needed.
Logan’s hands smoothed over my back, his touch soft and soothing now, and he pressed a gentle kiss to my shoulder. “You okay?” he asked, his voice quiet.
I nodded, resting my forehead against his. “Better than okay.”
He smiled, his eyes softening as he held me close. “Good.”
The world outside the truck was forgotten, the warmth between us chasing away the October chill. I didn’t know what would happen next, but for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t afraid to find out.
As we sat in the quiet, wrapped in the warmth of each other and the fading heat of the moment, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Logan wasn’t just someone I wanted. He was becoming someone I needed—and that terrified me more than I wanted to admit.
For the first time in a long time, I felt like I wasn’t just existing—I was living.
TWENTY-EIGHT
LOGAN
The truck cab was quiet,save for the faint hum of the heater and the sound of MJ adjusting herself in the passenger seat. Her fingers smoothed over her sweater, tugging it back into place, though it still hung slightly off-center, rumpled from where my hands had held her.
Her hair was a mess—soft waves that I’d threaded my fingers through, now spilling wild across her shoulders. She lifted her hips off the seat to tug up her jeans, making her look too small and undone in the dim glow of the dash lights.
I couldn’t stop staring.
The silence should’ve felt awkward, but it didn’t. If anything, it sat heavy in the air, a quiet acknowledgment of everything that had just happened.
She caught me watching her as she pushed her hair out of her face, her cheeks flushed. “What?”
My mouth curved. “Nothing.”
She arched a brow, her tone teasing but soft. “You look like you’ve never seen a girl before.”
“Not like this,” I murmured, surprising even myself.
I’ve never loved anyone like this.
MJ paused for half a beat, her fingers stilling as her eyes flicked to mine. I felt my thoughts land between us—unspoken, but real—and a dull ache settled in my chest.
With a soft chuckle, I looked away, turning my focus back to the wheel.
The truck idled quietly in MJ’s driveway, the engine a low hum beneath us. Neither of us moved to get out, the silence stretching, heavy with everything we weren’t saying.
MJ sat in the passenger seat, pulling the edge of the blanket closer around her shoulders. She’d done what she could to hide the fact we’d just fucked in the cab of my truck, but I couldn’t stop looking at her—at the curve of her neck, the flush still lingering in her cheeks, the way she seemed smaller but more alive somehow, sitting there wrapped up in a blanket.
She caught me staring again and raised an eyebrow, her voice soft but teasing. “You’re quiet.”
“Yeah,” I admitted, my voice raspy.
“Thinking about something?”
A corner of my mouth lifted, but I couldn’t quite meet her eyes. “I’m thinking about a lot of things.”
Her gaze lingered on me, like she wanted to press, but instead she smiled faintly and leaned back into the seat, the blanket slipping slightly down her shoulder. I reached across the cab, tugging the edge of it higher, my knuckles grazing her skin.