Tight.
Mine flattened against the tile wall and I bent forward, offering myself to him.
His groan was muffled but his actions spoke clearly. He slid a finger inside me, plunging upward, then another. Wet. Wild. When he removed his fingers he plunged his cock inside me. He slid in easily. A cry leaked from my throat when he was all the way in. He moved, thrusting faster and faster. I could feel my clit swell as it accepted all he had to give. He moved faster still, bucking wildly. I pushed back against him, and the wet slap of my skin against his belly made me moan.
Logan clutched my hips harder. His fingertips pushed against my bones and his thumbs pressed into my skin, all the while his cock was filling me.
Although this fuck wasn’t meant to be about pleasure, it still felt delicious.
Solace took over.
Water made us slippery.
Still, we fucked.
Wanting to connect with him even more, I reached back to wrap an arm around his neck and I held him as tight as I could. He kissed my neck and moved at his own pace. I shifted my hips to meet each and every one of his thrusts. Before I knew it, my stomach was practically flat against the wall and both my arms were wrapped around his neck. One of his hands was bracing the wall while the other began to rub my clit without mercy.
As I embraced him with everything I had to give, he anchored me, giving me his strength. Together we formed a perfectly aligned union in the face of despair.
His breath quickly became ragged and he ground his hips into me as he took up the pace. Harder. Faster. Wilder. He wasn’t rough, though. He moved at a tempo that helped ease his pain and I gave in to that. When I felt my body approaching the edge, I deliberately held myself back, wanting this to be for him.
“Let yourself go,” he demanded, his thumb rubbing circles around my clit.
“No,” I whispered.
“I need this,” he insisted.
So I did. I gave it up for him. My clit was pulsing out of control under his touch and his words were all I needed. I went tumbling into a climax fierce enough I thought I could see the heavens. My screams were loud. Filled with sorrow for everything we’d both lost.
Behind me, Logan let out a series of low groans filled with the same I was certain.
And very unexpectedly we came together. In the shower. In his time of need.
A heartbeat later he turned me around.
Needing stability, my hands went for his biceps, where the muscles bunched and tightened. Fingers gripping the powerful force that he was, I realized something. Beyond being long and lean and physically strong, Logan also had a strong mind and soul. It felt good to remind myself of that—that his strength wasn’t only physical in nature.
He’d get through this.
We’d get through this—together.
Whatever it took.
When he was ready, he eased himself back and turned the water off. This time he took my hand and led me out of the shower. We dried ourselves in silence and when I went to tuck my towel inside itself to hold against my body, he finished the job for me.
His eyes fluttered closed, then opened to meet mine. “Thank you for being here for me, but if all this craziness is too much for you I understand. I wouldn’t blame you if you walked away right now, because fuck knows you should be running.”
There was no hesitation in my reply. I took his face in my hands. “I’m not going anywhere that isn’t next to you.”
His eyes remained on mine, as if he were waiting for me to change my mind.
I wouldn’t.
Or maybe he was waiting for me to include a “but.”
There wouldn’t be one.
Ever.
DAY 21
LOGAN
Everything about this was wrong.
And I knew it.
We were in between viewing hours at my grandfather’s wake, for fuck’s sake.
Yet, I couldn’t resist her. She was like a drug, an addiction, and being with her was the only way I could keep from spiraling out of control right now. I needed Elle in a way I couldn’t explain. It was like she was the glue keeping me together.
And she knew it.
She had followed me into the bathroom. Locked the door behind her. Then kicked her shoes off. She didn’t have to say a word. I knew why she was in here. I should have sent her away.
A gentleman would have.
We already knew—I wasn’t one.
Just looking at her eased the tension inside me right away.
“Logan, talk to me,” she whispered.
I took a step back until I hit the sink. “Elle, I’ll be fine. I just need a few minutes.”
I’d just found my father out in the parking lot with some guy from the neighborhood and a bottle of Jack Daniel’s in his hand. He was about to shove the neck in his mouth when I saw him. As soon as he saw me he started shaking so much, he dropped the bottle.
“Don’t, Pop,” I’d said. “Don’t do this. Killian wanted you to be whole. That’s why he did what he did. Don’t make it all for naught.”
“Sean,” my uncle Hunter’s voice boomed. “That’s not what Dad would want.”