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Sabby nodded.

"You have your PT every morning," she joked, easing down slightly, "and so do I."

Sabby sank down, filling herself with him, and Logan was amazed. She was warm, her tight ring different and he groaned in pleasure.

"I love you," he rumbled, reaching down to stroke her clit with his thumb. "You can have anything you want from me."

"What I want," she lifted her hips and sank down again, "is your heart in my hand... and your seed in me.”

"You have one, now get the other," Logan promised her, reaching up to cup one breast.

He devoted himself to her, one hand on her breast, massaging and stroking her nipple, while the other stroked her clit as she rode him. With each rise and fall she clenched around him in a way that he'd never felt before, his heart and his head exploding with the sensation.

Sabby sped up, her lip caught between her teeth. She planted her hands on his chest, gasping and crying out.

"Logan, Logan, Logan," she begged, and he thrust up into her again and again until she cried out his name. "Logannnnn!"

The feeling of her orgasm triggered his own. Sabby cried out, laying on top of him as she cried tears of joy.

Logan held her, stroking her hair softly as tears threatened for him too. When she looked up, he brushed her hair back, smiling. "Good for you?"

"If you don't do this to me at least once a week when you're not on missions, I'm breaking up with you," she teased, sighing happily. "Might want some lube next time though."

"Deal."

"Cherry flavored."

Logan hummed happily. "Deal."

Sabby sighed contentedly and lay her head back on his chest. "Can I admit something to you? You're addictive, Logan. I can't get enough of you, and I want you forever."

"Don't worry." Logan held her close. "I'm hooked on you too."

Sabby chuckled. "Jess says we Adamses have an incomparable pussy."

"I don't know about hers," Logan teased, "but in your case? Yes. More than that though, I'm hooked on the complete package. I love you, Sabby."

Sabby turned her head and kissed his chest over his heart. "I love you too."

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23

SABBY

"And so, I was thinking if you'd let me, I could do something similar for the rest of the battalion?" Sabby said as she stood in Lieutenant Colonel Remsburg's office, feeling slightly uncomfortable in 'regular' clothes. Not that the colonel hadn't seen Sabby in her preferred outfits; the man had come by the bowling alley from time to time for events or just to engage in social activities with other officers.

He'd seen her in her rock clothes, her goth clothes, and her goth-rock-pixie clothes. But Sabby could dress normally, in black slacks and light blue blouse that made her look like a normal young woman, at least until one got a look at her hair. But he'd allowed her to book this appointment with him on Major Kirk's recommendation and had listened politely to her ideas, even humming positively when he first saw the proposed logo.

The office had that distinct military feel—sparse, practical, with a hint of pine-scented cleaner. The leather of the visitor chair squeaked slightly as she shifted her weight, her hands still tingling with nervous energy as she presented her work.

"It's striking, very striking." Remsburg looked over the logo she'd put together for Cranked Company again. "What about Alpha and Bravo companies?"

"I don't have anything yet sir, but here's what I thought of." Sabby looked at her notes, feeling the weight of the moment. This wasn't just about logos—it was about making her mark, proving herself in this world that meant so much to Logan and Jess. "It'd be too easy to go with a superhero theme for the Alpha Avengers, but I think they'd like something more... original."

"I agree," Remsburg said. "Years ago, when I was a company commander, I was in charge of Alpha actually. Someone did an unofficial Captain America logo for us, and while I never approved it, it got out. My god we got razzed about that damn thing when we went on missions. Trying to explain to higher headquarters that yes, we were a serious unit with that Captain America logo floating around? I was a strike down even before I walked in the door."

"I gotcha, sir," Sabby said, noticing how the sunlight from the window caught the dust particles in the air. "So what I'd say is, what if we go with sort of a military-ish John Wick like figure? You know, an ass-kicking machine, but they're still a soldier. If we wanted to give them some unique features we could maybe robotize them a little, have them looking like a Terminator or something. For Alpha, I envision something that captures their precision and efficiency. There's something powerful about the idea of an unstoppable soldier—not just a fighter, but someone with purpose, with mission."

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