Logan Chapter 83

-Logan-

Once I finally get myself back together after one of the best climaxes I’ve ever had, I look down at my handiwork. Emory is a dripping, sweaty mess. She’s passed back out in my bed, and I debate the merits of waking her up for a bath and just toweling her off. When I see the wet spot under us on the sheets, I decide on option one. “Come on, baby, let’s get cleaned up.” I untie her wrists and pull her blouse off of them, then undo the tie in her mouth before gathering her up in my arms. It’s a little hard to hold onto her when she’s all slippery like this, but I wouldn’t trade a single second of our game to ease this cleanup. “When I said I wanted you dripping, I didn’t think about the need for a towel afterwards. Note that down for next time.”

This time she murmurs something incoherent before nuzzling into my neck and sighing back to sleep. Damn, there’s that feeling in my chest again. Is that what love is? Is it part of the fated mate bond? I suppose it doesn’t matter which is which as long as the results are the same. I nod to myself as I decide it’s love. I’ll tell her soon. Tonight, if I can wake her enough, I think to myself, ruefully. I love pushing her limits, showing her that her body can do more- experience more pleasure- than she ever thought. The only problem is the recuperation. “Come on, baby, you gotta get up and get cleaned off, or we’re going to stick together in the night and have to spend all day tomorrow like conjoined twins.” Emory twitches a little at that, and her eyes slowly open, pupils still blown.

“That’s gross, Logan. Couldn’t we have cuddled for like five more minutes?” She asks while rubbing her eyes like a little kid. She looks like the world’s sexiest raccoon, all smeared and disheveled. I’ve never felt this smug about ruining a woman’s careful layers and details like this, but… it might be a new thing for me. Of course, I’m about as wrecked as she is, physically. All of my joints feel pleasantly loose, and the longer I hold her like this, the more I notice how shattered all my muscles are from essentially edging myself and her at the same time.

“We’ve already cuddled for almost an hour. We needed to get clean and dry before we started to get cold, or I fell asleep with you.” I set her down on the counter, wincing at her squawk from the chilly surface. “Sorry, I was going to grab you a towel before we got distracted. A hot bath will make it better.” I adjust the water temp and let the bath run.

She stretches luxuriously, and I catch myself seriously contemplating another round. No way she can go again tonight, though. “It’s fine, I’ll grab towels.” Emory hops down from the counter and her knees immediately buckle. I leave the bath to fill up and catch her before she hits the floor. After swinging her back up into my arms, I sit both our happy asses on the edge of the tub.

“Watch yourself, tiger. Looks like your legs aren’t online, yet.” She rolled her eyes at me.

“I’m sure you’re very proud of yourself. This tub has jets, right? Where’s the button?” I turned on the jets as she got into the tub with a cock-hardening moan. Damnit.

“You gotta have mercy on me, baby. You’re making it so hard on me.” I wiggle my eyebrows in my best Landon impression as Emory tries to pretend she doesn’t want to laugh at me. She goes to kick me across the tub, but of course I catch her foot before she can do any damage and massage it. I love the way she melts into the bottom of the tub. “I have something to tell you, by the way.”

Her eyes shoot all the way open and she sits back up from her slouched position. “Did Bryan manage to offend someone else? What’s going on?”

Such faith in her brother, I think sarcastically, even if he does deserve it. “Nothing like that. It came a little after we’d already started the conversation, but Nanette texted me and said it was fine that we tell your family about the pack. She did also say that we need to muzzle your brother, but I think that was a personal opinion rather than one from the elders’ council.” Emory sinks back down in the tub, shaking her head at me.

“Yeesh, don’t scare me like that. I’m glad they agreed to it, though.” She pauses to yawn. “Let’s get cleaned up and go back to bed. It sounds like I have a long day of shopping tomorrow.” I kiss her ankle and leave her in the tub to finish washing up. Once I get the sheets changed, I go back and grab her. She’s limp as a cooked noodle, so I help her dry off and lay her in bed with me.

“Go to sleep, baby. We’ve had a long day today and everything we can take care of has been done.” I kiss her temple as she falls asleep before me for once. Maybe the secret to her sleep is to just exhaust her every night. I wouldn’t be opposed to it, honestly. When I know she’s truly asleep and I feel myself drifting as well, I say it just to try it out.

“I love you, little rose.” Yeah. It feels just as right as I thought it would.