Page 40 of Unmistakably Us

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Logan was finally here, kissing her in a way that just felt different. Like something had changed for him in a good way. His lips felt freer.

When he faltered, her heart stopped. It was like he refused to be free, but that lasted a second before he was back to devouring her mouth with a sense of reverence.

Now it was her turn to falter. This was what she would miss the most now. This Logan, a free Logan…a Logan she would give herself to tonight, knowing the price she would pay for it. One who would carry her heart from this day forward.

At least it would be safe with him, far away from her mother and her—the word repulsed her—husband. The drawback was, it would also be far away from her. She wondered how long her sanity would survive trapped in the shell that would house it for the next decade?

If only Logan had stayed disconnected. He was a cocky man-whore, or so she thought, and that was exactly what she’d wanted. Even when part of that assessment blew up in her face, she was still jumping on his cock regularly. Convincing herself he was not a one-woman-man or the settling down type was the illusion she needed to knowingly continue her path to heartbreak.

If only he had been all she’d expected of him and nothing more, it would have been perfect. Instead of a cocky bastard she half-expected to hate fuck until she went to her doom, she got a cocky bastard she was making love to with her soul.

Logan's lips stalled, and he pulled away. He thumbed away the dampness plaguing her cheeks.

The confusion and concern in his eyes broke her. “What’s wrong, Rabbit?” He looked so lost, then a spark of knowing lit in his whiskey depths. Pushing back even further, he reached for her hand. “Shit, did I—"

“Oh, God, no,” she blurted. She was compelled to erase that look of guilt, and she did, but now she needed to come up with a reasonable explanation why she was upset. Anything but the truth. But what could she possibly say to explain away tears during foreplay? “I’m just tired, and I’m going to miss everyone when I leave and…” now she was butting up too close to the truth, “well, you know hormones.” Yeah, real slick, Jan, real fucking slick, sinking to hormones?

He didn’t buy it, not one bit. One eyebrow cocked up with the side of his mouth. It was the look. Oh, God, I know his looks. I am so fucked. Before she started bawling like a baby, she reversed their positions and slid down his body. What man could think about anything else when he was getting blown?

January pushed his shirt up and peppered kisses along his torso, while her hand massaged his pecs. Keeping her ass in the air was a distraction tactic, too.

Logan was intense at maintaining eye contact while she sucked him off from her knees, but, when he was reclined, he loved the lines of her body when her head was lower than her ass.

That knowledge first came to her in one of his sleep-talking confessions, but then he had remarked on it—in great detail—while awake. The way he described it made her feel beautiful, like a work of art.

Eyeing him through her lashes, he reacted as she expected. Logan leaned up enough to doff his shirt. Now with his hands free, he cradled her cheeks. “I wanted tonight to be about you, but damn woman, with that magical fucking mouth of yours that close to my dick, I can’t even think straight. You have three minutes and not a second more.” His gaze heated and darkened. “Then it’s my way.”

Wetness pooled between her legs. She wasn’t sure which contributed more to her anticipation, the thought of his cock in her mouth, or the promise of his words.

They had spoken about rope play, but for Logan, it was much more than casual conversation. January had to admit, the things he described excited her. It was funny how he talked more about it when they were just hanging out than when they were messing around. It was obviously something that held an important place in his life. It sparked something in him that was beautiful and decadent. The way his entire being glowed when he talked about it was a memory she’d treasure.

Lost in her own thoughts, January didn’t notice she had taken a mental vacation until she felt the hot velvet of his dick juxtaposed to the smooth steel of his piercing. Funny how she had unbuttoned his jeans and freed his cock without thought. It was a habit she’d have a hard time breaking. Not really—no Logan, no temptation. She damn sure wasn’t ever putting another cock in her mouth.

“Fuck me.” She fucking loved him, damn it. Not like a little, but full-on ruled by the dick in love. The thought sent ice shards through her blood stream, piercing her heart. How the hell could she consummate the marriage that had to be valid to get her life and Gus’ severed from her parents for good if she felt this way?

“Fuck you is right, and you’ve only got two and half minutes before that happens.”

His voice ripped her from her head, and his words relieved her. She had thought the curse internal but as long as Logan misunderstood it, she could live with that. Staring at his cock shoved all thoughts from her mind but relishing this moment.

January’s tongue barely grazed the silken heat of the head of his cock as she wrapped her tongue around his piercing and gently sucked. Who knew sucking on a piece of damn jewelry could bring her so much pleasure? The heat coiling in her belly demanded she obey and give it what it craved, and with barely two minutes left, she wanted to bring Logan to the ragged edge of ecstasy, at the very least.

Hopefully, he’ll let me finish him off first. Something about the way he devours my mouth after he’s come down my throat just does it for me.

Running her tongue around the heavy gage steel, she dragged the shiny ball to the underside before she swallowed his cock. She’d made the mistake before of not adjusting it and gagged on the piercing. Logan moaned, and she hummed. Smiling and smug, she kicked it into Hoover territory.

Chancing a glance at the man she—yes, I can think it just this once—loved, she was stunned by what she saw. His ragged, choppy breathing led her to believe she would be greeted with a view of his chin and extended neck—head thrown back and ready to come or staring down her spine.

That was when she realized his hands weren’t fisted in her hair guiding her, either. Instead, they were gently resting on her ears with his thumbs stroking her hair lovingly. His eyes weren’t focused on the wiggle of her ass or even the disappearance and reemergence of his cock between her lips.

Logan was staring into her soul, his eyes locked on her with intensity she only witnessed when he talked about Kinbaku. Her heart faltered, and her lips stalled, breaking the spell she had been under and the little control she had over Logan’s body.

Leaning up just enough to get his hands under her arms, Logan grasped her there and rasped, “Time’s up. My turn.” He dragged her up his body. When she was upright on his rock hard abs, he moved his hands to her ass and brought her all the way on top of his face.

She cried out at the first touch of his scorching tongue against her drenched pussy. She was ill-prepared for the force of it and almost fell over before finally gripping the headboard with one hand, the other resting atop it.

Logan’s grip on her ass was punishing. She would definitely have some significant bruising, which just added to her pleasure. In less than a minute, she was riding his face like she rode Demon: fast and loud.

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