Logan Chapter 100

-Emory-

Logan and I are both lying horizontally across the bed, floating in the blissful aftermath of our intense session. I guess he technically did win, but at this point I really don’t care. Once he drags himself off the floor and into the bed with me, we both just lay quietly for a bit. I’m starting to notice the… fluids on my chest and stomach are getting cold, which is not comfortable. Unfortunately, getting under the covers like this would be gross, too.

Logan moans a bit before patting me on the thigh. “I’ll get it, sit tight for a few.” He stretches, biceps tightening beside his head, abs delineated in stark relief until he relaxes and goes boneless for a second. I can feel his smugness in my head where he caught me drooling, but that abruptly stops when he sees the mess he made of me. “Hmm. Actually, give me a moment to memorize this.” I roll my eyes and lay still for him, not coherent enough to speak yet but quickly getting there.

My recovery is accelerated when he sits up further to rub his seed into my skin, slowing down when my nipples perk back up at his attention. “Logan! You caveman, I thought you were going to help me clean up!” I smack at his hands before I roll toward the edge of the bed so I can grab a quick shower before hopefully dreaming the rest of the night away.

Logan laughs as he gives me a quick smack on the butt and pulls my hip so I’ll lay back flat. “Relax, I didn’t realize what that would do to me. I’ll be right back. Just close your eyes and think about my breakfast tomorrow.” Logan rolls out of bed- much more gracefully than I was managing to, I notice with disgust- and walks to the bathroom, unphased by his nudity.

I lay back, taking deep breaths like I was ordered to, and try to get back to that pleasantly blank state of mind I was in earlier. It’s much harder to do on purpose and on my own. When my head starts to get floaty from the deep breaths, I give up and just let my thoughts wander, instead.

I guess there’s no point in hiding the hickeys Logan gives me if the whole city already knows about them. That’s one less thing to worry about, as embarrassing as it is to have people’s eyes on them. I’ve heard the talk around the office, though- there’s hardly any woman there that wouldn’t be proud to wear Logan’s marks. A few have had things to say to me, but most just talk where they don’t think I can hear them. I’ve heard some women get graphic, some talk about leaving marriages, some even “going straight” for the first time ever for him, and he’s mine.

They don’t get to touch him, or see his gorgeous abs and tight ass. That’s all just for me. None of them know how perfect his dick is, or what he likes in bed. Logan’s never been one to date around the office- he always had good time girls that he’d pick up at the bar or for an event just to have someone on his arm in photos. I’m not a show dog, or something to be used and tossed like garbage. I’m his fated mate, and we’re forever. I guess I can kind of understand his possessive marking of me a few minutes ago. I know from his thoughts that he’s planning to wipe off enough of his essence to make me comfortable, but not so much that he removes the scent of it from my skin. I planned to be mildly offended and grossed out, but his jealousy must be coloring my thoughts, as well. I like how he claims me- like anyone else is out there fighting him for me when he’s the special one. The knockout.

“I might have to tell you some of the shit guys have been saying about you, after all, if that’s what you think, little rose. Should I go through and list your attributes again? You didn’t let me get very far the other night.” I can feel my face heating. You’d think that I would stop being so shocked or embarrassed by the outrageous things Logan says, but if that’s going to happen it’s going to take a lot longer than a few months.

“I don’t think I want to hear it. There are creeps everywhere.” It’s mind blowing enough, thinking about the relationships that were perfectly fine before Cora ruined them. I have to keep reminding myself that I was never the problem, she was. I was never the ugly duckling, it was her manipulation. I would’ve been better off alone than I was with a friend like her.

“I don’t want you thinking about those relationships- that’s not where your worth comes from. You couldn’t have ended up with those losers, anyway, and none of them were strong enough to fight for you like they should have. If they’re going to pansy out on someone like you, they deserve second best. Now tilt that chin up and give me your sexiest pose, baby, so you can see exactly the effect you have on me.” I have a feeling we’re going to have another long night, but I pose for Logan anyway and bask in the effusive praise. Both his mouth and his mind are full of how sexy he finds me, how beautiful, how strong and perfect. How fucking hot he thinks it is that I reek of him, that my hair is a wild mess of waves and tangles. Something blooms in my chest that I don’t think I’ve ever felt before, but I want more of it. I want it all with Logan.