Page 64 of Unmistakably Us

Twenty-One

January was giddy with excitement. Logan was here. He forgave her, and he wanted to freaking marry her. Her life couldn’t possibly get any better than this. Her bliss was momentarily interrupted with a major concern. Concern for her sister as a result of her actions.

Logan’s eyes narrowed on hers in the mirror. “Where did you go, Rabbit? This is all about us, but there seems to be someone else,” he ran a hand up her back to tap her temple, “here.”

“Gus. I’m—” The hand covered her lips, damming her mouth.

“Rabbit, I have my hard cock pressed against your ass cheek. Your sister is the last person on my mind. I know you’re worried, but it’s all good. She has John, and they’re prepared if the worst should happen, but mostly, she wants you to be happy.”

Logan ground against her slowly. Taking his cock in hand, he stroked her clit with the piercing, causing her to moan into his fingers. “And I know what will make you happy. Do you want that January, do you want to be happy? Do you want my cock?”

January couldn’t nod her head fast enough, her sister long forgotten. Those few words were apparently all she needed to turn into a cock-hungry chick in a wedding dress. The fact that her heart knew Logan’s words about Gus to be true helped. A part of her felt guilty for not trusting Gus to make that choice long ago, but she had always wanted so much to protect her. But now all I want is to get nasty with the man I love.

“Pllss jus fk mm.” Her pleas came out muffled; she licked his fingers to encourage him to move his hand. When he did, he gripped her hip roughly. His fingers seared her sensitive skin. “Please, fuck…uhhhh.”

Her words were cut off when his cock bottomed out inside her. Before she had time to adjust, Logan had gripped her other hip and was relentlessly and deliciously pounding into her.

The intensity in his eyes did things to her she couldn’t even begin to fathom. “Oh, God, Logan. I love having you inside me,” she panted.

“What a coincidence.” Logan’s hip ground into her ass, sending his piercing deep against a very sensitive spot. “I love being inside you.” Logan leaned back, dragging her hips along for the ride and changing the angle again. The whimper it forced from her throat sounded more like a feral cat than a woman, so it shocked her to realize it was her.

“Fuck.” Logan’s voice was rough and wild. “You’re about to make me blow, Rabbit, so you better come soon or I will have to fuck you again just to even the score.”

January pulled her hips forward and then thrust back onto his cock. His growl was empowering. She did it again and again.

“Oh, yeah, babe, fuck me.” Logan loosened his grip and let her control the pace. His eyes dropped from her reflection to where their bodies were connected, but January kept watching him in the mirror. Logan’s eyes flared at what he saw there. January wished she could see what he was seeing, what he found so pleasing.

Logan wrapped one arm around her waist, supported himself with the other, and brought his stomach flush with her back. The glide of his leather jacket against the wedding dress was mind-numbing. The cool bits that kissed her skin above the low back, sublime.

It was a perfect representation of them. The well-aged leather Logan wore was an exact expression of who he was. Plain matte black, smelling faintly of motor oil, a little dirty…used. Not bought to hang in a closet for certain occasions. No distracting or confusing patterns, just basic cow hide. It was his everyday jacket, a “what you see is what you get” kind of garment.

The pale pink satin gathered around January’s waist hiding the red lace teddy was so her. All proper and sweet on the outside, but wild and untamed underneath, showing people only what she chose to.

Each was seemingly as different as could be, unremarkable, but put a leather jacket over a wedding dress and people will remember it.

It’s unmistakably us.

As that whispered through her mind, Logan’s breathing increased, tickling the freshly exposed skin at the side of her head. She wanted him to lose himself in her. As much as she wanted to keep doing exactly what they were doing, she wanted to get to that courthouse even more.

This time, January leaned forward in slow motion and slid back even slower. She felt the rumble coming up from him before she heard it. “Damn,” Logan grunted. “I fucking love this pussy.”

Logan stayed bottomed out inside her again, just circling his hips deliciously. The man was a pussy whisperer. He knew exactly what to do to command her pleasure. All thought fled when he pinched her clit borderline painfully and began rolling it between his roughened finger and thumb. “OH, GOD!”

January slapped one of her hands across her mouth in an attempt to stifle her cries of ecstasy. She could still faintly hear voices in the other room if she paid attention, which meant everyone in there could hear her.

The eyes staring at her in the mirror flashed with something she couldn’t identify. Logan halted the orgasm-inducing motion of his hips. Leaning back over her, he removed her hand from her mouth. He held her attention, and he scolded, “Don’t,” he flexed his hips hard enough to rip a scream from her, “ever hold back when I’m inside you. You chose me, now let them hear your choice.”

He made an agonizingly slow withdrawal, just hovering at her entrance. She could feel every thump of his heartbeat through the piercing that kissed her skin. Logan forced her chest to the pink velvet with a splayed palm between her shoulder blades. He wrapped her hair around his other fist—while keeping his hand on her back—and he forced her head back up to make the visual connection.

When he slammed back into her, January’s scream was primal and unique. There was no confusing it with anything other than a woman getting thoroughly fucked. She felt the first flutters of her orgasm. The pulsing caused the ball on his piercing to put friction in that magical spot. She was careening down the O-Town expressway.

“God damn it, you’re fucking tight.” Logan rasped as he pistoned in and out of her gripping body. He was close, so close. She could feel his head pulsing as he dragged the piercing along her walls. He used the grip in her hair to pull her body into his lap as he let his knees fold, causing him to sit on the bench.

With her feet trapped under his powerful thighs, hers were on fire as he slammed her up and down on his cock, using only her hair to control both her ascent and descent. January closed her eyes and threw back her head as her orgasm ricocheted through her but didn’t seem to stop. It was the flawless combination of pleasure and pain.

A hand gripped her neck from the front, while the hand in her hair pulled back. “Look at you, look at us.” Logan was still grinding her down onto his pulsing cock. “I want you to see how beautiful you are when you’re free.” She complied and watched as her orgasm peaked and began to ebb.

She really did look different in that moment, but it was Logan’s face that drew her attention. He was…breathtaking. He bit his lip as a grunt escaped his kissable mouth. January raised her arms and wrapped them around his head as a strong aftershock rocked her at the sight.

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