LOGAN: The Fallen Thorns MC

by Evelyn Glass

  I could tell Logan was emotional and, even though I wouldn’t understand the depth of his sentiment for the club, I could understand why. This was Logan’s past, his only connection to his parents and his brother. I understood sentimentality. I understood how hard it was to say goodbye.

  I was on the back of his bike, the wind whipping around me, tugging at my clothes and my hair. It was a thrill to be going that fast and at the same time Logan was a solid rock for me to hold onto and there was no reason to be afraid.

  It had been like that all day. Despite the fact that there had been a lot of fear, Logan had made sure I got through alive and well in the end, and I knew I would continue doing that for the rest of his life, whether it was work stress or fear for my life that we were dealing with.

  When he finally pulled up in front of his apartment building I looked up. I’d never been here before. The cabin had been the only glimpse into his life I had gotten besides the work side of his life. This was where he existed when everything was calm and quiet.

  The apartment itself was a typical bachelor pad, the lack of decoration and a homey touch something I’d expected. Still, it was full of Logan’s character with modern black furniture and a lot of red. Logan flicked on the lights and I turned and smiled at him. He returned the smile. This was strange all of a sudden. This was the part of my life with him that we were going to have most of the time when we were married, the part between incidents or fights or romantic moments.

  Even while we were at the lake we were hiding out. Logan had had a lot on his mind. The tension had still been high and it had been surreal. This was reality. It was starting to hit me, and hard.

  Logan walked toward me and took both my hands in his, interlinking his fingers with mine. His face was soft and gentle, his eye serious. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  I nodded. I was okay. I was sure the events would hit me at a later stage – I always took a while to digest something seriously traumatic – but for now I was coping. “It’s been a rough day.”

  Logan nodded. “Even in the life of a biker – the life I gave up now – things are never that crazy all the time.”

  I leaned against him, feeling his body heat and drinking it in. After everything we still had each other, and that mattered a hell of a lot. He wasn’t dead, he hadn’t lost Saul, and I wasn’t dead, either. It was a big one.

  Logan rested his chin on my hair. We stood there, holding each other for a moment, just being alive together. I didn’t think it would ever carry that much value for me.

  Logan lifted his chin and looked down at me. I looked up at him and he brought his lips down on mine. I let him kiss me. It started slow and gentle, his tongue sliding in between my lips and it was full of emotion and sensuality. His hands were on my face, fingers in my hair, body against mine fully. This was the man I was going to marry. It didn’t feel like some fantasy. At the lake it might have, but after the incident with May, after brushing up against death so closely I still shivered with cold, I was fully aware of what it meant and what I was letting myself in for.

  And I wanted this. I wanted Logan.

  I still had to break the news to my friends and family. I knew a lot of them were going to comment on how quick we’d moved from seeing each other to getting engaged. And Logan wanted the get married the following weekend. There were going to be more comments. It would be impossible to explain to them why – how I felt about him now, after everything had happened. How I’d felt about him even before it had all happened. It wouldn’t matter what they said in the end – I knew what I wanted and what I was going to do. Every time I thought about it, about what they would say, about the sense they would try to speak into me, about the comments about the time frame, I tried to be realistic and ask myself if I was making a mistake. I tried to make sense of what I was doing.

  Not once did that hollow feeling in my gut appear that I always took as uncertainty, as doubt, as a reason not to do something. That meant something to me because my gut was something I liked to trust and my gut seemed right on par with Logan. This was something that could happen. This was something I was excited about.

  Every girl dreams about getting married one day but Prince Charming’s face is blurry because we don’t know who we’ll end up with. My prince charming’s face was etched at the back of my skull and I knew exactly who was going to walk me down the aisle.

  Our kissing changed from sensual to something more urgent. Our bodies pressed harder against each other and I was aware of my breasts against his chest, about his erection in his pants. His hips moved against mine, grinding himself slowly against me. His hands were still on my face or in my neck, on my shoulders. I rubbed my hands up and down his back. I pushed it under his shirt and felt his skin – hot and smooth. I loved the feel of him under my fingertips, his warm skin and the ridges of muscle as I moved over his abs. He pushed himself against me in a circular rhythm and the love between as ignited into something more.

  I wanted him. My body was hot and I ached for him. I could almost feel him between my legs already, but I wanted to slow it down, to make it last long. I didn’t want this to be wild fucking and then going to bed. I wanted this to be about everything I felt for him, everything we were to each other, everything we were going to be to each other for years to come.

  I curled my fingers and dragged my nails softly over Logan’s sides, tickling him. His gasped into my mouth, his body jerking slightly and I smiled against his lips. He moved his hands down my back and onto my ass, squeezing my cheeks, pulling me into him, pressing me against him as he grinded. My body got hotter and hotter and I wanted more. When he let me go I moved my hands down to his waistband and unbuckled his belt. I undid the button and undid the zip. The leather pants were so tight around his hips they seemed painted on and they outlined his sex perfectly. He was hard and almost throbbing.

  I peeled the pants off him. He wasn’t wearing underwear. I imagined it looked stupid to have boxers or jocks under leather pants that tight. His erection sprang free, punching into the cool air. He was thick and eager and the tip glistened with the anticipation of sex.

  I left the pants halfway down his ass and wrapped my fingers around him, He was hot and thick in my hand, the veins small ridges under my fingers. I moved up and down, imitating the motions of sex. His breathing changed when I started pumping my hand up and down, slipping over the skin that got wetter and wetter with in lust. I looked him in the eyes. His eyes were dark and drowning deep, his lips slightly parted and he gasped every now and then.

  I let a smile curl up the corners of my lips before I kneeled down so he was face height. I cupped his balls with one hand and with the other I filled up at the space at the hilt of his cock where it would be hard to reach with my mouth. I took him into my mouth and swirled my tongue around his head. He groaned. When I looked up at him his eyes were closed, head tipped back slightly.

  His hands moved to my head, his fingers in my hair but he didn’t force me or guide me. He just held onto me.

  I moved my head back and forth, sliding my mouth over him and moving back again. I took my time, starting slowly. He was salty with precum and sweat and he smelled musty, the smell of a man in the mood for sex. I breathed in deep, the smell riling me up even more the way nature intended.

  I started moving faster and faster, building up a rhythm. I moved my hand up to meet my lips and back down again when I pulled back, squeezing his balls softly, playing with them to coax him on. I sat on my knees and sucked Logan off, letting his sex slide in and out of my mouth, letting him feel what was to come. I was going to give him a lot more in a moment than just a hot mouth and the idea of sex.

  He was getting close, I could tell. He got bigger and harder in my mouth and his balls started to contract ever so slightly. I didn’t want him to release now. I wanted this to drag out so long that by the time it happened it would be spectacular. Spectacular and inside of me.

  I let him out of my mouth and pumped my hand up two more tim
es before I let him go completely. He moaned in protest but I got up and took him by the hand. I led him to his bedroom, which was more black and red. I let him sit down on the bed. His cock was still out and straining. I got rid of my pants but I kept my panties on. I wasn’t going to give it to him just yet. I pulled my shirt off, too, so I was just in my underwear.

  I got onto his lap, straddling him, and started moving up and down against him, rubbing myself against his cock through my panties. It didn’t take long before the material was soaked and slippery.

  Logan kissed me and I put my arms around his neck, pulling myself into him so he could feel my breasts. I arched my back and moved my hips and rode him like that, dry humping through our clothes. The kissing, the imitation of sex, was spectacular and it only made me crave it all the more. I knew the same was true for Logan.

  His one hand was on the small of my back, helping my grinding on him, pulling me closer to him than I would have been able to push myself. His other hand was on one of my breasts, massaging it, tugging at the nipple through the material. I gasped into his mouth and relished every inch of his skin, his body, against mine.

  Chapter 31

  Logan

  Every bit of my body was alive like a current of electricity was running through me. No matter how many times Selena and I have sex, I would never get used to it. It would still be the biggest thrill I had ever known. She sat on top of my lap, her legs on either side of mine on the bed and she was riding me, driving me even though I wasn’t even inside of her. She’d slowly awakened my body with her hands and then her mouth, pushing me closer and closer to the edge until I was sure I was going to explode.

  She didn’t want me to do that, obviously, and she knew exactly how to read me. She stopped before I toppled over the edge. She knew how to read me. She knew exactly how to push all my buttons and get me to crave her with every trembling fiber of my being.

  I couldn’t hold it anymore. She was driving me insane with her smoking hot body on top of me, her grinding up against my cock with her panties on so I couldn’t get inside of her, her breasts almost in my face and her lips on mine, sucking my tongue, nibbling my lips, making me realize I had gone my whole life without understanding what it meant to be a man.

  This was enough, though. She was pushing me closer and closer to the edge and I needed her under me. Now. I needed to be buried deep inside of her. I needed to make love to her, to show her what she meant to me, to claim every inch of her body as my own again and again, to fuck her.

  I lifted her up and got up with her legs still around my waist. She yelped into my mouth, the sudden movement unexpected. I carried her across the room and pressed her up against the wall. She cried out again with the cold wall against her back but my mouth was on hers and we were heading into another gear. The love and sensuality and emotions had been fantastic, but I wanted raw sex now.

  I ground myself against her. My pants were still on my ass, my shoes still on, but I could take care of that later. Right now I wanted her in a bad way.

  I pinned her between my own body and the wall and showed her what I wanted. My mouth was in her neck, my hand on her breast, the other under her ass to hold her up. I grinded my hips against hers, pushing into her just a little, as much as the panties would allow. They were in the way.

  I let her legs down so she could stand and hold her own weight. I slid my hands over her body, up to her breasts, and moved my mouth down to meet them. I pulled the material of the bra cups down and took her nipple into my mouth, nibbling on it, sucking on it. I massaged the other breast with my hand. She gasped and moaned, pushing her breasts toward me, squirming against my body, frantic with lust. This was the way I liked her – eager, wanting, craving me. This was a little bit of her own medicine, I wanted to make her beg for it, but I knew I wouldn’t last for very long. If she held out a split second longer than I wanted her to I was taking her anyway.

  I slid my arms around her body and she pushed herself away from the wall so I could undo it. I pulled it off and it fell to the floor. Her breasts were fantastic. I would never get bored of them.

  I paused long enough to get rid of my leather jacket and shirt. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my pants. The moment I started I wasn’t going to stop to do it. It was better to get rid of it now.

  Her breathing was erratic, shallow, coming in quick gasps. I knew how turned on she was and I knew it was much the same as my own lust. I kissed my way down her body, nibbling, licking a trail all the way over her breasts, her stomach, her hips and down to the secret between her legs. I kissed her along the line of her panties. The smell of her sex was strong – I could tell she wanted me just by the scent she was throwing off. It was intoxicating and it made something inside of me growl in an animalistic response. Something wild and primal.

  I started pulling down her panties, moving slowly, kissing and licking all the skin that was exposed. When it was down far enough for me to go for what I was really after I pushed my tongue into her slit and licked her clit. I pulled her panties down to her ankles. She moaned and picked up her one leg, throwing it over my shoulder to give me access. The underwear was forgotten.

  I licked the length of her, savoring her taste. She shuddered when I ran my tongue over her clit. I licked her with a flat tongue over her lips and I pushed my tongue inside of her. She moaned and gyrated her hips. I pushed two fingers into her while I worked on her clit and she made sounds that told me she was building up toward an orgasm. I wasn’t planning on holding back the way she had. I latched onto her clit and sucked on it, running my tongue over her and pumping my fingers in and out of her. Her legs trembled and I knew she was going to buckle soon, but I wanted her to orgasm before I took her.

  “Logan,” she said in a breathy voice and grabbed handfuls of my her, pulling my face right up against her sex as she orgasmed against my lips. It was fantastic. I looked up at her. Her nipples were tight and erect, her mouth open, her eyes closed. The perfect erotic picture.

  When the orgasm subsided I let her go and I stood up. He was out of breath, gasping like she’d run a mile. I kissed her on the mouth, my hands on her hips, before I pulled her toward me and spun her around. She cried out, surprised. I pinned her against the wall again, her breasts against the cold plaster and she gasped. I leaned against her, keeping her in place with my chest. I pulled her hips toward me and pushed my cock between her thigh so it rubbed up against her. I wasn’t going to enter her just yet. I wanted her to ask for it.

  I was driving myself wild, though. I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to be able to hold out.

  I moved my cock in and out between her thighs for a small while.

  “Please, Logan.”

  That was enough for me. I wasn’t going to make her ask me twice. I moved her away from the wall, steered her toward the bed and pressed on her back so she was bent over and her ass pointed at me. I held onto her hips. She leaned on the bed with her hands and I entered her. She was hot and wet and the sensation of just being inside of her was enough to nearly make me release my load, but I held on.

  I started pounding into her. I rubbed one hand up and down her back, hammering my cock into her, taking her from behind. She cried out in rhythm with my fucking and it was hot as hell. I reached around and grabbed hold of one of her breasts, tweaking the nipple, feeling it swing back and forth for a moment before I reached around again and took a handful of hair.

  I waited for her to tell me if it was too much but she didn’t stop me. I held onto her hair, careful not to be too rough, and carried on pushing into her, keeping my rhythm. She cried out and I kept pumping until I was close enough that I knew I was going to lose it all over the place if I didn’t make a plan.

  I wasn’t done, though. I wanted more of her. I didn’t want it to be over. I pulled out of her and let go of her hair. She dropped her head and breathed hard, leaning on her arms. I crawled onto the bed and lay down on my back, looking at her. My cock was slick and shiny with our sex, toweri
ng into the air.

  “Do you want to come show me what you were doing just now?” I asked.

  I wanted her on top of me again. I wanted her to do that magic with her hips while I was inside of her. She crawled over me, a devilish grin on her face. It was beautiful. She straddled me and kissed me before she lowered herself onto me, moaning when I entered her again.

  “You’re so big,” she said in a breathy voice, stroking my ego just like she’d stroked my sex earlier. I smiled and put my hands on her hips, urging her to start moving. She complied. She started moving her hips back and forth, her hands on my chest for balance. Her breasts were pushed closer together with her arms on my chest and they looked amazing from that angle.

  She started moving faster and faster, sitting up so she went deeper. She bucked her hips, sliding me in and out of her and her breasts bobbed and swayed, her nipples hard. Her eyes were on mine.

  I gripped her hips and urged her to go even faster, still. I wanted a release now. I wanted it to be spectacular. She leaned her hands on the pillow on either side of my head and started bucking her hips for all she was worth, riding me faster and faster. Her breathing became short bursts of air, her clit rubbed against my pubic bone and I knew she was working herself up to another orgasm the same way she was doing for me. I didn’t want to close my eyes. I wanted to see her when she orgasmed. I wanted to look at her when I did.

  I was getting closer and closer, and so was she. Her breathing became interrupted by moans and cries that were breathless and erotic. She was almost there. I could feel her tightening around me. My balls contracted and the moment she released in a silent scream, her mouth around and open, her eyes closed, I released inside of her. It was like fireworks. She collapsed on my chest and shuddered and I pumped into her again and again, painting her insides, making her mine. She breathed hard in my ear and I was right there with her, riding it out until we were both delirious.