Page 61 of Shattered Souls
“You’re all I’ll ever want, Riley. I won’t ever get enough of this—of you.” My heart warms at the sentimentality of his words, even as my thighs clench at the husky rasp of his voice.
“I need you,” I whimper, grinding against his hard erection and wishing I could vaporize his jeans with just a thought.
“You have me. I’m yours.”
I scramble from his lap, hurriedly stripping out of my jeans as he scrambles to undo his belt and lower his zipper.Our movements are frantic, both of us desperate to collide in a display of fireworks. A bead of precum glistens in the low lighting of the room as he pulls his hard, angry cock from his boxers, and I hover above him, watching as he pumps his hand up and down his erection while his eyes drink in the flush of my cheeks and glaze in my eyes.
“Can’t wait any longer,” he rasps before shoving my panties aside and wrapping his arm around my waist, forcing me downward and onto his awaiting cock.
I sigh, and he groans as we come together in perfect symphony. Fully seated inside me, his hand slides into my hair, and he captures my lips in the kiss of all kisses. He devours me, sucks my soul from my body, and steals it for himself until we’re both breathless and delirious with the need to move.
We might be fucking in a locker room where anyone could walk in, but what we’re doing is so much more than that.
“Fuck, Riley,” he mutters, chasing every roll of my hips like a drug addict in need of his next fix.
“Logan,” I babble, eyes closed as my breathless pants fill the air and my pussy flutters.
“Look at me, Shortcake. I want to see those pretty eyes when you come.”
Peeling them open, I latch onto Logan’s warm chestnut hues. The intensity and depth of our connection send me spiraling, and keeping my eyes on him, I come on a low moan.
Logan follows me over the edge until we’re left breathless and sated, sagging against one another. My eyes are heavy as I lean into him, and I can almost comfortably fall asleep when I hear the clip of approaching footsteps.
Logan must hear them, too, as he snaps upright. “Shit,” he hisses.
“It might just be Royce or Grayson,” I whisper. Even though I know it’s not. Whoever it is doesn’t feel the need to quieten theirsteps, suggesting it’s a security guard or someone else who works here. My heart leaps into my throat as panic surges through me, my breath hitching as my eyes dart frantically around the room in search of somewhere to hide.
Thankfully, Logan has already grabbed my discarded jeans and sneakers. His hand grasps mine as he tugs me through a door at the opposite end of the room from where we entered.
I barely catch a glimpse of a shower room before Logan rips open the door to a utility closet and ushers me inside. We press ourselves against the far wall, amongst shelves stacked with towels and equipment.
The space is cramped, and I can feel Logan’s breath on my neck, his cum soaking my panties and drying on my inner thighs. It would be hilarious if I weren’t terrified of getting caught and how that might ruin Logan’s Timberwolf career before it gets off the ground.
In the dark, all I can make out is Logan’s outline. As the door to the locker room creaks open, he presses a finger to my lips in a gesture to keep quiet. I squeeze my lips together, acutely aware of how loud our breathing sounds in the confined space. My pulse races at the squeak of a shoe against the shower room floor, and my eyes go wide when I see a flashlight beam from beneath the door.
Straining my ears to hear through the wood, the guard’s footsteps are slow and deliberate as he inspects the room. I squeeze Logan’s hand, silently praying he doesn’t think to check the closet. It feels as if he stands in the shower room for ages, and I’m beginning to wonder what he’s doing. Does he know we’re here? Is he waiting for us to show ourselves?
After what feels like an eternity, the footsteps retreat. I distantly hear the sound of the locker room door swinging shut, and I let out a shaky breath, my body trembling with the releaseof adrenaline. Logan squeezes my hand, and we wait a few more moments to be sure the coast is clear.
A crazy-sounding laugh bubbles out of me when we’re certain we’re alone, a mixture of relief and exhilaration. A moment later, Logan joins me. My legs feel weak, and I lean against him for support as he stares at me with a mischievous grin tugging at his lips.
“That was close,” he whispers as we creep out of the closet. Despite the close call, his eyes twinkle with excitement.
“Too close.” I barely dare to breathe the words in case the security guard somehow hears them.
Logan pulls me into a tight embrace, and I feel the tension drain from my body. “You okay?” he asks, his voice soft and reassuring.
I nod, looking up at him with a grin. “Yeah, I’m okay. That was... terrifying.”
He chuckles, his breath warm against my cheek. “Definitely one for the books. Here.” He passes me my jeans and shoes. “We better go find the others and get out of here before we push our luck.”
“Good idea.” I hurry back into my jeans, face scrunching at the wetness of my panties.
No time to worry about that right now.
Once I’m ready, Logan moves to the locker room door, cracking it open and peering into the hall before waving for me to follow him. Thankfully, we don’t run into anyone as we hurry back to the others, and together, we sneak out to Royce’s awaiting truck.
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