by BJ Blakely
I grunt and nod. This is the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever done in my life, and I feel so ashamed at running away, but also totally exposed in the hottest fucking way. “I’m yours,” I grunt.
Logan digs his fingers into my shaft. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours,” I roar primally, losing all fucking control. Logan makes me beg for it. Thank God I’m not against begging. “I’m yours, Logan. I was wrong to leave you in Bear Springs. I should’ve scooped you into my arms and taken you with me.”
Logan’s eyes flare. My words are making him extra horny. “Say you’re sorry,” Logan orders, his voice husky with desire. “Apologize for breaking my heart.”
“I’m sorry,” I grunt. I fucking mean it. I’ve never felt worse about leaving someone behind in my entire life.
But this degrading act of penance makes me feel better.
“Good.” Logan grunts and bucks into my hips as he jerks our shafts. “Now tell me I’m yours and you’ll never leave me again. Tell me you’ll tie me to the back of your fucking rig the next time you leave. Tell me you’re mine.”
I snort. “Okay, asshole. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
“Was that too much?”
“Yeah. That crossed the line from hot and kinky into batshit crazy.”
“Whoops.” Logan laughs nervously. “Sorry. I’ve never done this.”
“It’s okay. We all start somewhere.”
Logan whimpers. “Can you say it though? I know it’s insane, but I want to hear you promise you won’t leave me. Maybe asking you to tie me up in your rig makes me crazy. Maybe not. Maybe I don’t mean it. All I know is I’ll lose it if I don’t hear those words.”
I dig my fingernails into his thighs and stare into his fucking eyes. “I’ll never leave you, Logan,” I rasp in a voice so fucking greedy and primal I almost believe it myself. “Next time I leave Bear Springs, I’m strapping you into the passenger seat of my rig no matter if you’re kicking and screaming. You’ll always be in my fucking sight.”
“Oh,” Logan moans. “Fuck, fuck. I’m going to come.”
I smack his thighs, and Logan screams. “You’re mine,” I growl, sweat dripping down my forehead. “Don’t even think of staying at Betty’s without me. Tell Forest he can’t see you without me there. I’m a jealous bastard, and I’ll fucking lose it if you’re not there with me.”
My words send Logan over the edge. “Jax,” he cries out, squeezing our cocks together. “I’m coming. I need you so much, Jax.”
There’s only one thing left to say. “Come for me. Let’s bust at the same fucking time.”
With a primal cry, Logan screams and throbs on my tummy.
Our cocks convulse and explode at the exact same fucking time.
They send shot after shot of hot spunk onto my chest, and I moan and scrunch my eyes shut, gasping as my orgasm crashes through me.
Logan screams, desperately trying to put out the flame burning us alive.
He moans and thrusts and convulses on my chest, before collapsing in a heap of come and sweat.
* * *
After our shower, I dress him for the workday and lead him to my rig. “That was hot as fuck this morning.”
“Yeah,” Logan says shyly. “I kinda feel like a psychopath, though.”
“I take it you’ve never been dominant in the bedroom before.”
Logan turns to me with a worried expression on his face. “I’ve already told you, Jax. I’ve never done anything in the bedroom before.”
“That’s okay. You’ll learn on the job, like in the glory hole.”
I clear my throat as I buckle him into the passenger’s seat. “But there’s one thing I need to tell you.”
Logan nods and stares earnestly into my eyes. “Anything.”
“If we’re going to do that type of role play — and by ‘that type’ I mean the shit we did this morning — we need to discuss consent. As hot as it was, you can’t spring that on me out of nowhere.”
Logan groans and buries his face in his hands. “Jax, you gotta believe me, I have no idea where it came from. I wanted to make you apologize for breaking my heart, and claim you as mine.”
“Hey.” I remove his hands from his face and hold his hand. “It was hot as fuck. I’m not denying that. But we’ve got set up safe words and shit if we’re going to do this again.”
Logan bites his lip. “Okay, Jax.”
Then Logan lets out an adorable little cough. “I don’t think I’ll do that again anytime soon, though. I’m not writing it off forever, but it was a little too intense for me.”
I snort. “So you don’t want me to tie you in the back of my rig?”
Logan blushes. “After I came, I kinda changed my mind.”
I kiss him again. “Happens to the best of us. Now let’s take you to Betty’s so you’re not late. ”
Logan
“He’ll have the bacon-cheddar omelet. Extra bacon.”
My heart melts as I jot down the customer’s order. It’s been busy as hell today, and I’m excited to leave Betty’s and head home with Jax.
But I have to finish my shift. After all, these tips aren’t going to make themselves.
I turn to the customer and smile. “That’s an excellent choice. Would you like crispy hash browns or breakfast potatoes with your omelet?”
The customer mulls this over. After a moment, he turns to his aunt, who I know very well, and points to the hash browns on the menu.
His aunt, our dishwasher Mary Beth, turns to me with a grin. “Max will have the breakfast potatoes. He likes them extra crispy, with a side of ketchup.”
“Awesome.” I collect the menus and jot down Max’s order. “I’ll put that in right away. Your food should be out shortly.”
I whip around and head to the kitchen, where I promptly put in the orders.
Though the diner is packed this morning, I still find joy in putting Mary Beth’s order into the system.
Still, I don’t understand why she wants to come to her place of business on her only day off.
It’s almost like she’s taking her nephew Max out to eat or something.
Or worse, she’s bringing Max here to get with me.
I zip out of the kitchen and rush to Jax, and my nervous mood lifts at once.
Jax spots me from across the room and waves to me before I’ve even arrived.
At once, butterflies take over my yummy, and I start to sing and hum as I cross the busy diner to get to his side.
My great big cuddle bear is such a trooper; he’s been sitting in this exact booth — his booth — the entire day since we arrived.
Over the top of his menu, he watches me bustle around the diner, jotting down orders and refilling coffees.
Which is exactly what I’m doing… Refiling his coffee for no less than the tenth time today.
Jax is getting pretty jittery, but he’s cute when he’s jittery, so I keep filling his cup.
I note his half-empty coffee cup as I drive at his table. “Uh oh, Sir. Looks like you’re running a little low,” I say, furrowing my brow as I eye the cup.
Jax lets out a belly laugh and shakes his head. “No way. This is my tenth refill today. I’ve got a terrible case of the jitters, and I have a bad feeling my heart will go out if you grab me another cup for free.”
Jax holds out his trembling hand, and I can’t help but laugh.
Fine. The caffeine has affected him, but I’m not going to admit this yet.
“Come on, sir,” I say, glaring at him. “You’ve got to have energy for tonight. If you want to stay awake all night, you have to be good and drink your coffee today.”
I wink at him, as if to remind Jax of his words in the motel room this morning.
Jax takes the hint, but he refuses my very generous offer. “I’m going to have a heart attack if you keep topping me off.”
Then he pulls me aside. “Hey,” Jax hisses. “Is that your dishwasher over there?”
I squint and
pretend to survey the dining room. At last, I pretend to spot Mary Beth.
“Yes,” I hiss back, quiet enough so Mary Beth won’t hear. “She ordered the bacon-cheddar omelet, like you.”
Jax snorts. “Why is she here this morning? If I was a dishwasher at a restaurant, I’d never eat there, least of all on my day off. I’d be so sick of washing the damn dishes.”
Jax, having been in this booth the entire day, obviously heard Mary Beth chatting with her nephew.
He probably found out that she was the dishwasher here after overhearing a particularly juicy tidbit of conversation.
If he keeps joining me at work, he’ll know all the juicy gossip in town.
I can’t help but chuckle. “You read my mind. I was thinking the same thing in the backroom. I think it has something to do with her nephew.”
Jax narrows his eyes. At last, he sees the young man sitting with Mary Beth. “Ahhh. Noted.”
Jax clears his throat. “Is that the young man she kept trying to set you up with?”
I’d also told Jax about Mary Beth’s nephew she keeps trying to unload on me on the car ride here, which is how he knew to ask.
Jax is becoming quite the busybody.
“Yeah,” I admit, recounting the story in a voice quiet enough so Mary Beth wouldn’t hear.
I like Mary Beth; she’s a rock star ally, and I don’t want to upset her; but she’s mistaken to keep foisting her nephew onto Forest and I, without our having expressed even the slightest interest in him.
Max, the nephew, is absolutely adorable, and cute as a button, but Forest and I like older men so it’d never work.
She didn't even think to ask.
I sigh and slide into the plush seat across from Jax. “She tried to pass him off to Forest, but he wasn’t interested either. Apparently, Forest and I have similar preferences, which don’t include people like him.”
Jax holds my hand. “What are those preferences?”
I snort. “We both like older men.”
Jax barks out a laugh. “Real cute. Well, at least one of you got what you wanted.”
“We both did. Forest’s been hooking up with this guy from the Truck n’ Munch. This morning, he texted me that the guy invited him to his place. Apparently, Forest is getting a man at the same time as me.”
I clear my throat. “Forest isn’t working today. Otherwise, I’m sure he’d tell you in person.”
Jax laughs. “Thanks for filling me in on the latest gossip. I hate being out of the loop.”
“Maybe if you didn't leave for months at a time, you’d be ‘in the loop’ more often,” I chide, a hint of truth under my playful words.
“Thank fuck that’s not happening again,” Jax rasps, pulling me in for a hot kiss. I moan. Though short, the kiss is so damn powerful it nearly knocks me off my feet. I nearly pass out from the butterflies.
But a shout from the backroom forces me out of my daze. “Logan,” our cook hollers. “Order up.”
I groan and pull myself away from Jax. “I’ve got to get this. It’d suck to get fired when I’m so close to finishing my shift.”
“How much longer do you have?”
I squint my eyes and glance at the wall clock. “Twenty minutes. Then I’m free for whatever you have planned.”
Jax lets out a feral grunt, and flashes me a greedy glance, which sends red-hot lust rocketing through my fucking veins. My cock throbs. “You’ll have to wait and see.”
“Am I in control tonight, or you?”
Jax snorts. “Like hell I’m letting you take control of our first official night together. You had your fun this morning. Tonight, it’s all me.”
I return to the kitchen with an aching cock and a serious case of the warm fuzzies.
“Jax is taking control,” I mutter as I grab Mary Beth’s nephew’s omelet with crispy breakfast potatoes. “Oh God, please let him fuck me.”
19
Jax
That night
“Wait here, Logan. I’ve got to prepare the room.”
We’re standing in the hallway outside my motel room after Logan’s shift.
The entire afternoon, he refilled my coffee and snuck me free bacon, and when the time came to head back, I didn’t even want to leave.
Turning down free food is hard as hell, but only one young man could have forced me to haul ass out of Betty’s.
Logan, beautiful Logan.
God, I like him so fucking much.
At present, my gorgeous young man is pouting. “Come on, Jax I’ve been waiting all day,” he whines, shooting me a death glare that can only mean one thing.
Clearly, Logan doesn’t like that I’ve relegated him to hallway watch duty.
I slide the key card into the slot. “Five minutes. Then you get the hottest night of your dreams.”
“I can’t believe you’re making me stand in the hallway our first night together. It’s like you hate me or something.”
“I don’t hate you. I need to prepare the room for your pleasure. If I don’t, I’ll be on the hook for new sheets, and probably a new bed.”
“Damnit, Jax. Fine. In that case, I can wait a few minutes. But it sure as fuck better not be five.”
I snort. “Fine. 2 minutes max. I’ll work quickly. Then we’ll be ready to play.”
“Don’t let me down, dude. Forest will kill you if you let me down.”
His voice is damn near sad enough to shatter my fucking heart.
Luckily, I can be an unfeeling bitch when I want to, so I shut the door and rush inside to prepare the room before Logan changes his mind.
From the small bag I purchased at Hazel's during Logan’s lunch break, I pull out a small bottle of champagne and set it on the nightstand.
Then I remove a fluffy white towel from the bedroom and drape it over the bedspread.
I place the small bottle of lube and package of condoms on the dresser.
Lastly, I remove the package of deluxe rose petals and sprinkle them across the bed.
The sight nearly takes my fucking breath away.
“Damn,” I whisper, surveying my work. I’ve never done this much for a man before.
Logan’s going to flip, if he doesn’t die of boredom in the hallway first.
Three curt knocks on the door remind me of his presence.
“Jax,” Logan shouts, rattling the lock. “I know you’re busy, but you forgot your boyfriend. In some places, this is a breakup-able offense.”
Hiding the black backpack, I dim the lights and throw open the door, welcoming Logan into my arms. “Take a look around. I made it special for you.”
Logan snorts and rolls his eyes. But his jaw drops when he sees the beautiful room.
“Jax,” Logan gasps, bringing his hands to his cheeks. He freezes as he takes in the dim lights, rose petals, and champagne. “What is this?”
I wrap my arm around his waist. “Goodies I picked up on your lunch break.”
“Oh, you mean when we weren’t fucking like you promised? Don’t think I didn’t forget.”
Logan’s right to say I promised we’d fuck during his lunch break this morning. Unfortunately, setting up a very romantic night took priority.
I shrug. “Sue me. I had to make sure the room met your wildest expectations, so you can’t exactly blame me.”
“Fine. I forgive you.” Logan throws himself in my arms. He moans and plants kisses on my chest, neck, and face.
I cup his ass and squeeze. “Get on the bed, Logan. I’ve got a surprise for you.”
A chill runs through Logan’s body. “Really?”
“Fuck yes. Tonight I’m going to blow your mind.”
I clear my throat. “Well, technically I’m going to eat your ass, but it’s kinda the same thing.”
Logan fights back a laugh. “Oh my God. My first d.”
“You don’t sound very excited,” I observe, leading him to the romantic bed.
Logan grins. “I’m excited beyond my wildest dreams. But…”
/> “Go on.”
“Well, I’ve been working all day, and I’m a little worried about my cleanliness. I haven’t exactly had time to douche, you know.”
I fight the urge to laugh. Logan is so cute when embarrassed. But damn, he’s right to be worried.
My first time getting rimmed, I was fucking terrified of “uncleanliness,” but thank fuck most guys don’t care.
Shit, some even find muskier guys hot.
I know Riggs has eaten out the occasional long-hauler in his day.
Though I don’t fall in this camp, I’m not about to stall our plans due to “uncleanliness.”
Also, I’m curious to finally taste Logan’s ass after work; Lord fucking knows I’ve been eyeing it in his khakis for months, driving me off the fucking wall with horniness.
I decide to take the humorous route to dispel Logan’s concerns. “I’m a trucker,” I explain, shrugging. “You know we don’t care about that shit.”
“That’s… Vaguely offensive?” Logan observes with a laugh. “I’m sure truckers care about cleanliness too.”
I snort. “Of course we care about cleanliness. It's a joke.”
Logan bites his lip. “So you will think I’m dirty, or you won’t?”
“No,” I rasp, letting my hot breath cascade over his beautiful lips. “I want to taste you. The real you. Now get on the bed and spread those cheeks.”
Logan
My heart is melting as I untangle myself from Jax’s arms and head towards the bed.
He’s so goddamn romantic and sweet, and I can’t help but feel overwhelmed.
Rose petals? Champagne? A hot towel to make sure my juices don’t stain the sheets?
My boyfriend’s a top-notch romantic, and he’s already swept me off my feet.
“Oh, Jax,” I sigh as I slip out of my jeans and briefs, crawling onto the bed.
My entire body is shaking, and I’m more fucking nervous than I’ve ever been.
For fuck’s sake, I’ve been busting my ass at the diner all damn day, serving customers and refreshing Jax’s coffee like a champ.
