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LOGAN

After hosing down the dog, who’d decided to take a bath in a mud puddle, and loading the car with kids and supplies needed for today's rally, we’ve finally made it to the clubhouse. Once our kids are content, playing outside with other kids, my woman approaches me with a sultry look and takes me by the hand. I know that look. Without question, I follow her upstairs. Hell, I'd follow her anywhere.

Once inside our room, Bella closes the door and slowly sinks to her knees, her hands sliding down my torso then lower, trailing her fingertips across the zipper of my jeans. Her hazel eyes lock on mine as she rubs her palm over my cock, then she unfastens my pants, easing them down over my hips. I don't take my eyes off her. My dick springs free, hanging heavily between us, throbbing in anticipation of what will happen next. Bella licks her lips as she strokes the length of my cock. Her tongue darts out, licking the bead of pre-cum from the tip before taking it into her mouth. "Fuck," I hiss, watching her lips glide up and down my shaft as she sucks me off. She gives a throaty moan, the vibrations sending shockwaves up and down my spine. I thread my fingers in her long brown hair, urging her to take a little more of me in her mouth. I groan when the head of my dick brushes the back of her throat.Shit.My woman knows just how I like it. I allow my girl to suck me off for several minutes because I know how much she loves having my cock in her mouth before I reach down and pull Bella from her kneeling position. As good as her mouth feels, I want to feel her tight pussy strangle my cock more.

"Hey, I'm not done." She pouts, her lips plump from sucking me off.

I cut her off by reaching beneath the hem of her skirt and running my finger along the seam of her panties, causing her to gasp. "Fuckin' soaked," I growl, grabbing hold of her hips before lifting her up and sitting her on top of the dresser. I watch her pupils dilate when I spread her legs apart and step between her knees. I lean forward and take her mouth in a punishing kiss then swiftly remove her shirt, tossing it to the floor. "Show me your tits, babe," I say, while sliding my hand up her inner thigh. "God, Logan," she moans, arching against me as I dip my head, taking a taut nipple into my mouth. Sliding my palm up her back, I grab hold of her hair and tug her head back. "Don't come." I bite the column of her neck. Bella trembles as she desperately holds onto her release. I begin rubbing my thumb against her swollen clit as I slip two fingers inside her pussy.

"Logan." Bella buries her fingers in my hair, thrusting her hips forward, riding my hand. Fuck I love when she does that. I move my fingers in and out as I work her clit. Her legs begin to tremble and her heat floods my palm. Abruptly, I pull away. Bella makes a noise of protest.

"I need to taste you." I drop to my knees, bringing myself face level with her wet pussy. And, like a starved man, I bury my face between her thighs, flattening my tongue against her clit, thrusting it inside her, setting off another shattering moan.

"I need you to fuck me, Logan." Bella fists my hair.

Not wanting to deny my woman, I stand, then her nails dig into my shoulders. "I want you inside me now," she demands. Lifting her off the dresser, I cup her ass in my hands, turn to my right, and press her back against the bedroom door. She reaches between us, fists my cock, and guides it to her opening. "Fuck," I growl when the tip of my cock kisses the entrance of her pussy just before I slam forward, burying my cock inside her tight heat.

"Yes," she hisses. I fuck her up against the door. It's raw, intense, and just what we both needed after being cock-blocked by our children this morning. My mouth covers her, and Bella's nails claw at my back. The thought of my woman leaving her mark on me fuels my need to make her come. My thrusts become punishing and her inner walls start to flutter. Bella moans as her orgasm takes over her body and her pussy floods my cock. Simultaneously, my muscles lock up and I explode, groaning, filling her pussy with my release. Her legs lock tight around me while her body shudders against mine. I stop, giving us a moment to catch our breath before breaking our connection and letting her body slide down mine until her feet touch the floor. I lean my forehead against hers. "I'm a lucky son of a bitch."

"Fuck yeah, you are." Bella smiles, then kisses me, causing my dick to harden. She feels my desire for her pressing against her belly. "Again?"

"We got time for round two?" I grin.

"Finish her later, Casanova." We hear Quinn's voice outside the bedroom door. "Company will be rollin' in any minute."

Bella blushes and buries her face against my chest. "Fuck off, brother!" I shout.

"After hearing that performance, I wouldn't mind grabbin' my woman and doing just that, brother, but Prez wanted our asses downstairs five minutes ago." There's a moment of silence. "Mornin', Bella," Quinn sing-songs in his usual carefree, upbeat tone.

"Good morning, Quinn," Bella says, her voice muffled from keeping her face hidden against my chest. She tilts her head back, looks at me, and sighs. There’s a beat of silence followed by retreating footsteps, letting us know Quinn has gone downstairs.

I shake my head and brush Bella's hair off her face, then cup her flushed cheeks in my hands before covering her mouth with mine.

"I fuckin' love you," I say, lips never leaving hers, and Bella smiles.

"I love you too."

Minutes later, we’re freshened up. Bella changed into her favorite jean shorts, pairing them with a pair of tall strappy shoes, making her legs look fucking fantastic. My dick gets hard at the sight of her. Bella peers over her shoulder with a knowing gleam in her eyes, catching me staring at her ass as we make our way downstairs. Quinn's eyes land on us. He grins, then opens his mouth, ready to say something. "Not a fuckin word." I'm quick to cut my brother off, shutting down whatever teasing comment is bound to pass his lips. Quinn, being who he is, mocks being offended. Emerson strolls up to his side with their rescue dog, Loki, a solid white German Shepherd they've had for several months. The dog sits at Quinn's side and stares at him, holding a tattered stuffed toy in his mouth.

They stare at each other for a beat before my brother reaches down and scratches behind his ear. "I forgive you, but from now on, your furry ass is banned from the bedroom when I'm Slytherin the Hufflepuff." Beside him, Emerson's giggles turn into a hearty laugh.

"Oh, this I have got to hear…" Bella smiles at her friend's amusement, hoping Emerson elaborates further. Hell, I've got to admit; even I'm curious.

Through her fit of laughter, Emerson chokes out, "Loki licked his ass while we were having sex."

Several others standing near us, Jake, Reid, and Blake, bust out laughing. Quinn runs his hand through his hair. "I'm into a lot of shit, butthatisn't one of them. The damn dog licked the entire length of my ass crack while I was drivin' it home. Total boner killer." He looks at the dog. "Not cool, man. Next time I'm stuffin' the muffin, you and your teddy can sit in the hallway." He takes the bear from the dog's mouth and tosses it across the room. Tail wagging, Loki fetches the toy and returns it to Quinn, who repeats the process.

"Adopting Loki was your idea." Emerson wraps her arms around Quinn's waist, and kisses him.

"After watching our daughter's face light up the instant she spotted Loki and his teddy, how could I not?" Quinn asks as he watches the dog trot across the room to their little girl, Lydia, who is sitting on the couch looking down at the tablet in her hands. Loki jumps up and lies beside her.

"You spoil her too much," Emerson says, and Quinn looks back at his wife.

"You're both spoiled." He kisses her. "But I wouldn't have it any other way. If my girls are happy, so am I."

The roar of engines in the air and rumble felt beneath my feet indicate our brothers from Louisiana are here for the fundraiser. It's not long before the clubhouse door opens and Riggs, Wick, Nova, Fender and Everest stroll in. "Y'all look like you've been waiting for the party to arrive," Riggs announces, wearing a big shit-eating grin. At his side is his woman, Luna, who has their little one on her hip. "Well, here we are, motherfuckers!" he booms, causing the rest of us men to raise a ruckus of our own, whistling and shouting.

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