I whimper as he runs the head of his cock over my entrance, looking up into his eyes to see them flashing green and gold at me. “You want this?” I bite my lip as I nod, and his grin only deepens as he leans down to nip at the lobe of my ear. “Beg me for it.”
Oh fuck.
“Please,” I breath out, my chest rising and falling with my gasping breaths as he sucks at that tender spot where my neck meets my collarbone as he runs his thickness over my wet folds. “Fuck me and never stop fucking me!”
We both cry out as he plunges into the hilt in one stroke, filling me up so tightly and so perfectly. It’s like sweet release and relief as he grinds into me as I wrap my legs around him and draw him in deep. And when he starts to fuck me like that, right against the floor with deep, powerful strokes, it’s raw, and primal, and animalistic, and he’s got me moaning his name and scratching at his back as he nails me to the floor with that perfect cock of his.
“This is mine.” He growls out, rocking into me and making me moan out loud as he shifts his angle to hit that perfect, secret spot just inside. “You’re mine.” He says thickly and dominantly as his lips crash against mine, and I know I’m lost in him as his words push me over the edge. We come screaming together, a release of everything that’s been pent up, everything that we’ve held back.
“You know, I’m only yours if you can promise me about the fights.”
I’m laying against his chest, listening to his heartbeat thudding against my ear through his skin, and I can feel him grinning. “Oh?” He says with some amusement.
I turn my head to look into his eyes “I’m serious, Logan. We really could just get aw-”
“Ok, fine.”
I arch my eyebrows. “Fine?”
“Yeah, fine, let’s get away.”
I’m grinning but still looking at him skeptically. “Just like that?”
He shrugs. “I do own a private jet, darlin. Might as well use it.”
“No, I mean, you’re saying I just convinced you? Just like that?” I’m looking at him like I’m skeptical about how easy this was.
He smirks. “Well, the hot sex and the fact that your hand is still on my cock makes a convincing argument, darlin.”
“You pig.” I say giggling.
“So, let’s go somewhere.”
“No Peyton?”
He laughs and rolls his eyes. “No Peyton. Just you and me.” He sits up a little and winks at me. “Actually, there’s a place I’ve been meaning to take you.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Logan
“Well, I think it’s a fantastic idea,” Bryce nods slowly at me from across the conference table. “Not bad, Logan, really.”
“I do have my moments, you know.” I frown, watching him grin at me.
“What’s your timeline?”
“The sooner the better, man. I’m going to ram this down the board’s throat until they either sign off on it or choke on it.”
Bryce gives me a look. “We really gotta work on your bedside manner, pal.”
I laugh. “I won’t even pretend to give a shit about diplomacy, that’s your area.” It works out well with Bryce and I. He’s the carrot, and I’m the stick.
…The stick with a chip on his shoulder, a mean right hook, and no patience for petty boardroom bullshit, I might add.
“It’ll get through, don’t worry.” Bryce looks up and studies my face in that strange, quiet way he does sometime that always makes me feel like he’s the oldest of us, even though it’s the opposite.
“What?”
“This is because of Akazi, isn’t it.”
My jaw tenses and I meet his eyes for moment before I look away. Even the name of that fucking place just-
“Look, sorry, I shouldn’t have ask-”
“Of course it’s because of Akazi,” I mutter, shaking my head looking at my hands in my lap.
When you look back on life, there are things that stick out as turning points. Places where the road split and you made a decision. And when I think over my own journey, there’s one single place and one single fucking moment in time that ends up defining the course of my entire life from there on out.
And that moment is Akazi, Afghanistan.
War sucks, and I don’t mean that in the slang sense of the word. I mean it in the sense that it sucks just about every single part of your soul out of you like some sort of vortex of pain and suffering and hardening of the spirit. And it’s when you’re there, amongst the flames and the heat and the death and senselessness of it all that you truly understand that war is literally hell.