Page 37 of The Captain's Curfew
I grab her legs and rest them on my shoulders.She cries out as I sink even deeper inside her, and I close my eyes to hold off my orgasm.
“So close,” she pants.
I nod.“Me too, Vi.But I need you to come first.”
I pinch her nipple, and her legs tense on my shoulders.
“Harder!”she gasps.
I reach down, and my fingers slip over her clit.I rub it in tight circles, and she screams my name.Her pussy clamps around my length, strangling my cock, and I shout her name as I follow her over the edge and come with her.
“Fuck,” I pant as I collapse on the mattress next to her.
“Hmm,” she agrees.
I smile as I pull her into my arms.She fits perfectly against me, and I smile.
I’ve spent years fighting my feelings for Violet.It feels so good to finally be with her.
Now, I need to convince Declan that our being together is a good idea, too.
TEN
Violet
I don’t sleep much that night.
I replay the conversation over and over in my head.The look on Logan’s face when he said he was falling for me.The way his voice cracked enough to let me hear what it cost him to admit it.
For the first time in days, I wake up without that horrible weight in my chest.
Because he chose me.
Even if it took him a minute to get there.
Even if everything still feels messy and delicate and maybe a little doomed.
He chose me.
Maybe we can figure out the rest together.
I slip out of his bed and head to my room to shower and get ready for the day.When I come out of my room, Logan’s already dressed for the morning skate.He’s sitting on the couch, pulling on his sneakers, looking like nothing happened and everything happened yesterday.
He glances up."Morning."
"Morning."
I hover for a second, then walk over and sit beside him.Our shoulders bump.He reaches down, laces halfway done, and threads his fingers through mine.
Just like that.Like we’ve always been like this.
Like we can be.
"Want a ride in?"
I nod."Yeah.I do."
The drive is quiet but easy.Logan has one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gearshift.I sneak glances at him when he’s not looking.Something is softer about him this morning.Less tension.Like saying the truth out loud peeled away some of the armor he wears.
