Page 41 of Logan
“Payden,” I moan, and we’re both climaxing at the same time as her head falls back, and I still.
We’re both a panting, frantic, sticky mess, and it’s perfect.
“Holy shit,” she mumbles, falling down against my chest. She’s panting just as much as me.
“You keep me young.”
“You know the entire club knows what we’re doing,” she says out of nowhere.
“Who cares?”
“Your brothers are gonna be asking.”
“So let them ask. They can fuck off. I don’t discuss my private life with them.”
She moves up to look at me. “Had many women to explain?”
I shift my hips, making her jolt. “Hilarious. They’re not my keepers.”
“I know, but this isn’t a thing.”
“I don’t know, it could be a thing.”
She frowns. “What do you mean?”
“Us,” I say. “Sex. We’re both attracted to one another.”
“No strings?”
I shake my head. “Only one stipulation, though.”
She sighs. “Of course there is.”
I lean up, close to her lips, but not touching. “It’s just me.”
“Whoa, big guy, you’re moving into exclusive territory. Let’s not get crazy, unless you mean both of us.”
Now it’s my turn to frown. “Both of us?”
“Yes. If we’re fucking, it’s just me and you. Nobody else in between.”
“Well, duh.”
“I know how you bikers like to have your cake and eat it, too.”
“Not me. I like one cupcake at a time.”
“Funny.”
“I love that we can have a serious conversation while I’m still inside you and you have my cum drippin’ out of you.”
“That’s another thing: no sleepovers.”
“Huh?”
“Too intimate. You might go getting the wrong idea.”
I bump her with my hips. “Well, I ain’t the love ’em and leave ’em type.”
