Forever Logan

by Elena Matthews

  “It’s about time I took control,” she seductively whispers, slowly beginning to rock her hips against mine.

  I let out a moaned snicker at this new position, my cock deeper inside her pussy than I ever could have imagined. “Let’s see how loud you can make the bed rock.”

  “Game on,” she whimpers out as her hips move faster, taking no prisoners with her.

  I grunt each time she drops her pussy down on me, moaning low at how incredible this feels…how fucking hot it is, how hot she is. “Ally, yes…baby…like that.” I squeeze her tits as she rides me hard, causing the frame of the bed to creak with every move.

  “Logan, yes, yes, yes!” she chants, her pussy beginning to drench my cock.

  This moment is a game changer, and I know I’m not going to last much longer before I explode inside her.

  “Ally, shit…I’m going to come.”

  Bracing my legs, I thrust my hips upward, meeting Ally as she slams her pussy over my dick, her tits bouncing with every movement. Needing to be as close to her as possible, I sit up, pulling her into my arms, burying my face into her sweat-covered tits as she clenches over me when she hits her climax.

  “Ah, yes! God, yes, Logan…yes!”

  She fucks me in a frenzied madness, and that’s all the ammo I need. Sucking against her tit, I come hard inside her, groaning as my climax rockets through me…and I swear, my heart stops beating for a split second.

  Our heavy breathing is all we can hear as we come down from the highest high I’ve ever felt. Pulling back, I glance to Ally, who is gazing at me with an adoration I’ve never seen before. Though that might just be the glowing aftereffects of the mind-blowing orgasm I just gave her.

  Lifting my hand, I brush a strand of her hair behind her ear, my fingers tracing her flushed cheek.

  “Wow,” she whispers, smiling drunkenly at me.

  “Definitely wow,” I whisper back, my smile identical to hers. I’m on frigging cloud nine right now.

  I glance between us as she lifts herself off me, and my now-half-mast cock wakes the fuck up again as I watch my cum drip from her pussy and onto my thigh.

  “Oh, sweet Jesus,” I utter, completely mesmerized at my essence seeping out of her pussy.

  Today is the first time I’ve ever gone bare with a woman, and seeing the aftermath, well, it brings out the caveman in me.

  Ally squeals as I push her onto her back, and I crawl between her legs.

  “Logan,” she gasps as I enter her again.

  “If you were planning on getting any sleep, you’d better reschedule ’cause I have other plans,” I drawl out.

  I slam my lips to hers before fucking her all night long.

  I startle awake as the bed around me begins to shake. Squinting my eyes through the darkness, I glance to Ally sleeping beside me to see she’s thrashing side to side, whimpering in her sleep. Inching closer to her, I gently stroke her cheek.

  “Ally, baby…wake up,” I whisper, trying to rouse her.

  Her cries grow louder, her whimpering now audible. “No, please…don’t hurt her. Please…no, no!”

  She seems frantic, and I shake her shoulders to get her to wake up.

  “Ally, you’re dreaming. Wake up,” I say more sternly.

  An instant later, she shoots up out of bed, knocking the shit out of my head.

  “Fuck!” I groan out as a crack of pain shoots across my skull, cradling my head with my hands.

  “Logan?” she asks with confusion, her breaths coming out hard and fast.

  “Hey…” I say before reaching for the sidelight.

  We both squint at the sharp, harsh light. A few seconds later, my eyes begin to adjust to the lack of darkness.

  She glances at me with creased brows, her breathing still heavy. “Was I dreaming?”

  “Well, it was more like a nightmare.” I rub at the spot where my forehead throbs. Jesus, my girl knows how to throw one hell of a head-butt even if it was by accident.

  “Shit,” she curses, rubbing her hands over her tear-covered cheeks.

  “You okay?” I ask as I push her matted hair away from her face.

  She lets out an exhale as she looks at me, raising her hand to my head.

  “Are you okay?” She turns the question around on me. “I just head-butted you.”

  I shrug my shoulders with a shake of my head, exaggerating my pain intolerance. “You barely got me. You just caught me by surprise.”

  She cocks her head to the side, showing her skepticism with a roll of her eyes. “You’re such a terrible liar.”

  I can’t keep the laugh from escaping. “You got me. You almost knocked me out, but it’ll teach me not to get so close while you’re having a nightmare.”

  Though I made a joke, I instantly grow serious again.

  “What was your nightmare about?” I ask, concerned.

  She seems to hesitate for a moment, before shaking her head. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she tells me as she whips the sheets from her body and gets out of bed.

  I don’t take my eyes from her as she pads over to the sink. She grabs a glass from the side and turns the faucet on, filling it up. She has her back to me as I hear her take several sips. I don’t approach her, not wanting to spook her after what seemed like a traumatic dream. I just give her a moment of space.

  After a couple of minutes, her voice almost jolts me as she speaks with her back still to me, such a distinct contrast to the silence, “I was there again, the fire…the second one. It was like it was happening all over again. Remi was handcuffed to the radiator while I was trying to focus through my double vision after that asshole clocked me with his gun. I can still smell the gasoline now, like it was singed to my sinuses. It was so strong, so close, I was practically sitting in it. I was too slow to react, and then the next thing, the room became too hot, the flames were rapidly closing in. Then…I woke up.”

  She lets out a trembling breath, and moments later, her shoulders begin to shake up and down. Immediately, I’m up on my feet, making my way toward her. As if sensing me approach, she gravitates toward me, and I pull her into my thick arms. She buries her face into my naked chest, and cries rack through her body.

  Stroking my fingers through the soft tendrils of her hair, I rest my lips against the top of her head, keeping her close to me. Her muffled sobs vibrate against my skin.

  “Shh, it’s okay, baby. I’m here, and I’ll never let anything happen to you,” I whisper into her hair.

  She squeezes me even tighter as her sobs become more violent. Lifting her into my arms, I carry her back to the bed. She keeps her latch on me tight as I lie down on my back, keeping her close to my body. And for a while, she just cries into my chest as my fingers caress up and down her back, not just to comfort her, but also because it feels right.

  Shortly later, her tears subside, and we grow into a comfortable silence. Tingles erupt up and down my body as she circles a finger along my chest. As I glance down to her, I see she’s tracing her fingertip along my bullet scar from the same fire she had a nightmare about.

  “How were you able to go to work so soon?” she asks, her eyes never straying from my war wound.

  “I’ve always just bounced back from these things quickly.”

  “But you were almost killed. How can you be okay with that?”

  “I’m not, but it’s the risk I took when I became a police officer. But that day was different. It involved three very important people to me. I didn’t enter that burning building just because I was a cop or because I was the best person for the job. I ran in there because not only was my brother’s entire world inside, but so was mine.”

  Ally’s eyes flicker up to mine, her lips trembling with the onset of more tears. She opens her mouth to speak, but she remains silent. I’m guessing I’ve left her speechless since she does this a few times, yet no words come out. She seems to settle when she reaches up and presses a subtle kiss to my lips. When she pulls back, she shifts to her side, leaning her
head on her elbow while keeping her naked legs tangled up in mine.

  “Can I let you in on a secret?”

  “Of course,” I tell her reassuringly.

  “When you got shot, it devastated me. I thought I’d lost my chance with you. Then, when you survived…I was too scared to make the next move. I didn’t want the chance of possibly losing you again. So, I purposely built my walls up when I was around you. I put on this act that I hated you. In some ways, I almost believed my hatred toward you was true when, really…you were all I could think about. All I can think about.”

  Reaching my hand to her shoulder, I gently graze the soft, freckled skin there, unable to keep my hands off her. I just love touching her so much. “Are you still scared to be with me?”

  She nods frantically. “I’m petrified. Your job means you’re at risk every day. I don’t know if I’d be able to handle the anxiety of being a cop’s girlfriend, especially with how hard I’ve fallen for you.”

  Taking hold of the hand that continues to draw circles along my bullet scar, I squeeze it into mine. “What happened to me was on the extreme end of being a cop. That isn’t the norm—a psychotic motherfucker. My days can be really mundane, and others can be crazy…but it’s quite rare that I get shot at.”

  “Really?” she asks, her voice higher with hope.

  “Yeah, it happens a lot less than you’d think. But I understand your worry; I really do. God, I remember when I told my mom I got into the police academy. I thought she was going to kill me. I mean, it didn’t help that Nate was training to be a firefighter at the time. She was proud that we’d be serving our country, but she hated that it’d put us at risk. But, eventually, her worries eased. I mean, she still worries, but most moms do about their kids.”

  “I used to date a firefighter, and his job never bothered me…but ever since the second fire, I’ve been struggling with PTSD. It’s why I’m still living here at my parents’. I feel safer here.”

  “Are you seeing anyone?”

  Despite the subject we’re talking about, she doesn’t hesitate to throw on a smirk. “Oh, yeah, I’m still seeing the firefighter.”

  Using Ally’s signature move, I roll my eyes. “You know what I mean.”

  Her smile grows serious. “Yeah, I’ve been seeing a therapist for a while now.”

  “Is it helping?”

  She nods. “Yeah. It’s been slow-going, but my mental health is getting better. It helps that I’m going through this with Remi. Every couple of weeks, we see the same psychologist together.”

  “The nightmares, you have them often?”

  She shakes her head. “I did at first, but they usually happen if I’ve had a particularly stressful day or if I don’t fall asleep in my own bed.”

  Immediately, this makes me feel like shit. “Then, why didn’t we head to your room earlier?”

  She leans in a little closer, a seductive glint in her eyes. “Well, that was my plan, but you kind of fucked me to exhaustion. Plus, we couldn’t have done things we did in here upstairs in the room right next to my parents.”

  I can’t keep the smile off my face.

  “Actually, I did my fair share of getting freaky next door to parents’ bedrooms when I was a teenager. There are a lot of creative ways to have quiet sex.”

  “Oh, yeah? Like how?”

  “If you have a squeaky bed, you can make a temporary bed on the floor. You can do it doggy style with the chick’s face buried in the pillows. Cover the girl’s mouth with your hand. Slow sex, up-against-the-wall sex…or my favorite option that could keep a chick quiet for a while, blow jobs. The list is endless.”

  “By a while, you mean, like, thirty seconds, right?” she teases.

  I scoff, pretending to be offended. “I don’t know what boys you went out with in high school, but I lasted at least…forty-five seconds.”

  Her head falls back on a giggle, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. “You never fail to make me laugh. Thank you.”

  “Ah, no thanks necessary. I offer it for free,” I say with a shit-eating grin.

  She breathes out a laugh before her fingers massage my forehead. “I feel terrible for head-butting you. It’s swelling up a little. Let me grab some ice,” she tells me.

  I try to keep her tight against me, but for such a little person, she sure has some strength behind her. No surprise she almost gave me a concussion.

  Lying on my side, I watch as Ally wanders over to the fridge, completely naked. Even in the dim light, I can still see how stunning and perfect she is. Once she’s piled some ice into a kitchen towel, she returns, and her eyes crease with amusement, her lips pulled up slightly at my perving ways.

  I never once take my eyes off her—specifically, her fantastic tits.

  “You’re a sucker for boobs, huh?” she asks when she sidles up to me on her knees, raising the ice pack to my head and resting it there.

  I hiss a little at the cold. “Your boobs, yeah.”

  She glances down at them with a shrug of her shoulders. “They’re all right, I guess.”

  My brows shoot up. “Baby, I’ve seen my fair share of tits…”

  She frowns. “Just what a chick who’s in bed with you wants to hear,” she complains.

  I can’t help the laughter that bubbles up from my lungs. “I know, sorry, but if you’d let me finish, I was about to say that your tits are the best I’ve ever seen. In fact, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been with.”

  She purses her lips with happiness. “If you keep saying things like that, I might keep you.”

  “I will because I definitely want to be around you for the long haul.”

  She clears her throat, gazing at me with an intensity that makes my heart go a little haywire. Repositioning the ice pack slightly, she begins, “So, earlier…things got quite intense. You said you loved me. Was that a heat-of-the-moment thing or …” She trails off.

  Lifting my hand up, I twirl a piece of hair that hangs in front of her face. “It was definitely a heat-of-the-moment thing, and I probably shouldn’t have said it.”

  Immediately, she tenses up, the joy disappearing.

  “But,” I’m quick to add, “I wasn’t lying. I’ve fallen for you. I’m fucking crazy about you.”

  Her body begins to relax again.

  “I know it’s way too soon for the L-word. It just slipped out, but I know one thing for sure—I meant it. And do you know how I know?”

  She shakes her head, remaining silent.

  “Because you’re the first woman I’ve ever said it to.”

  Ally lets out a content sigh. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned about you, it’s that you don’t lie…and I love that about you. It’s so refreshing…and it’s just one of the reasons I’m falling for you. I’m not quite sure when it happened, but I’ve caught the Jensen lovebug.”

  We both chuckle at that analogy.

  Gripping her by the waist, I pull her onto my lap until she’s straddling my thighs, her hand still holding the ice pack in place. “My brothers are going to start crapping themselves, as they’ll likely be next.”

  “It might not be a bad thing,” she offers.

  I shake my head. “They won’t think that, but if it’s happened to me, it will definitely happen to them. It’s just a matter of time.”

  “So, now that you have me…what’s next with us?”

  “Do I have you?” I ask, a huge smile on my face.

  “Well, I’m straddling you, naked, so…”

  I take a purposeful gaze at her very naked body. “Yes, you are.”

  “Can you please be serious for one minute?”

  “Sorry, go on.” I smirk, trying to pull in my features.

  “Where do we go next?”

  “I know tonight has been a lot…but we can go at whatever speed you want. I don’t want to pressure you, especially with everything you’re going through right now.”

  “Well, I definitely like the sex…so I want that to c
ontinue.” She throws me a grin.

  “I already like where this is going.”

  “And I like this…talking, telling you about my fears. I trust you, and I’ve never felt that before. I am falling for you—there is no denying it—but I’m not ready to tell anyone yet, especially Remi and Nate. I don’t want to steal the limelight from their happiness right now. So, let’s just be the way we always have been with them. At least until after the wedding.”

  “Do you mean, hate each other’s guts?”

  “Yeah, but we’ll just be pretending this time.”

  I bring my hands up to her back and gently scratch her skin, loving the feel of goose bumps pebbling against my palms.

  “I’m definitely okay with the enemies-to-lovers thing, as I’ve heard make-up sex is the best kind of sex to have.”

  “You’ve only heard? You’ve never had make-up sex before?” Ally asks incredulously.

  “Well, the other women always liked me, so no.”

  She just rolls those pretty eyes at me.

  “Fuck, I love it when you do that,” I tell her, groaning.

  She squints with confusion. “You love what?”

  “You rolling your eyes.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, it’s one of my favorite things about you. You hated me from the get-go, so it was only natural I’d fall in love with your feistiness.”

  She bites back a smile, her cheeks flushing red. “I love that you love that about me. It tells me you can put up with my moody ways, and other than my dad, you’re the only other person who can handle me.”

  “We’re a match made in heaven, right?” I lean over and press a kiss to her lips, muting her next words.

  We make out for a moment, and slowly, I feel her melt against me, relaxing. Pulling away a few seconds later, I stroke her cheek with my thumb.

  “Are you feeling a little better after your nightmare?”

  She nods. “Yeah, a little, but I won’t be able to sleep now. I never can. He just gets into my head.”

  “I know this won’t be much comfort to you, but he’s gone now, and he’ll never be able to hurt you or Remi ever again.”

  “Physically not, but he still continues to hurt me.”