Chapter 22

MAGGIE

“I don’t want to talk about that,” I admit. “I wish I could go back and change everything.”

“I think the reason we’ve been so awkward around each other is because of the things that transpired between us. I was hoping we could hash it out and start fresh.”

“This is a fresh start, Logan.”

“You and I both know that isn’t the case,” he argues.

I roll my eyes. “Okay, you win. What do you want to talk about?”

“I just wanted to say that whatever happened wasn’t your mistake, and it was partly my fault too. I kept feeling guilty for a long time, thinking that I’d done something wrong.”

“I asked for it, Logan, and you were very mature,” I tell him. “It was me who destroyed everything.”

“You did not,” he says, caressing my shoulders slowly. “I wish I could apologize to you for the past, but that’s not what I’m here to talk about.”

I turn around in the bathtub so we are face to face. “How about you kiss me instead?”

His mouth is searing hot over mine, gliding smoothly, his tongue sweeping aggressively, taunting and making me writhe and moan.

I’m quite aware of the monster that is his cock pressed against my core. My hands make their way down to his taut abs and then grab his tight balls, which are screaming for release.

He pulls away immediately. “I said we’ll take it slow.”

“Take it however slow you want, Mr. Malory, but I need you inside me right now.”

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“Positive.”

He kisses me harder, devouring me. His hands grab my breasts and he squeezes them, his mouth moving in sync with his hands.

He pulls away from my lips to take one of my breasts into his mouth. His tongue is ruthless, starved.

He grips my ass roughly, tugging me to him. His teeth graze my neck ever so slightly, which causes somersaults in my stomach.

The water sloshes as I try my best to get into a comfortable position in the tub.

I notice the intense way he looks at me. Those ocean-blue eyes are filled with lust.

He spins me around to face away from him so that I have my back pressed against his chest.

With both his hands, he pulls my legs apart and strokes my slit with his finger. I grab onto the side of the tub as my core clenches at the pressure building inside me.

“Is this what you want, Maggie?”

“Yes.”

“You’re so wet,” he whispers in my ear, adding two fingers to the mix. “You’ve been thinking of this, haven’t you?”

I mumble something unintelligible. “Logan.”

“Shhh…we don’t want Chase calling the emergency again.”

I arch my back as I shamelessly ride his finger. “I’m so close…,” I moan.

He makes me face him again, legs stretched on either side of him. The ache in my groin gets worse.

Last time we couldn’t go too far and the first time we had sex in the hotel after our marriage, it was dark. His cock is as I remembered. Long, thick, sturdy, pink, and swollen.

I quickly position myself over his tip, which makes him chuckle. “You’re impatient.”

I lower myself over the tip of his cock and gasp at the painful invasion at first. The pain slowly turns into a delicious feeling, like I’m floating somewhere.

My legs start hurting from sitting in an uncomfortable position in the tub, and he notices that.

“I can teach you a better position. Turn your back to me and hold the handle of the tub on the other side.”

I quickly move to the end and do as I’m told. This way, I’m bent forward. From the corner of my eye, I see him standing inside the tub, positioning himself behind me.

My heart thumps rapidly against my chest as his hands clench at my ass cheeks. And then he is inside me. I’m so wet and turned on, he slides right in.

“Can you keep your voice down, baby?” he asks me. “I’m going to fuck you hard. I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

I only manage to nod before his thrusts completely destroy me. I cry out in pleasure as he continues to slam inside me. He picks me up easily, like I’m a doll, and wraps my legs around his waist.

He fucks me mercilessly. I seize his broad shoulders, bouncing on his cock, my feet digging into his back. There is the sound of the water and our skin slapping against each other.

I grip his hair as my muscles contract around his thick girth, and I experience a kind of orgasm I never have before. As I’m about to scream with release, he jams his tongue into my mouth, drowning my cries.

Every thrust gets harder and harder. It is pure dominance, and I love it.

It’s so good, I don’t want it to stop.

Watching him unravel is the best, but he is self-aware, unlike me. He growls softly, pumping faster, and I feel the warm spurts of his cum seeping into my inner walls.

We are both breathing hard by the time we are done, and his cock is still inside me while my bare ass is suspended in the air.

We look at each other and laugh, panting because of the earlier activity.

I guess I’ve forgotten what it’s like being with Logan.

It’s great. More than fucking great. It’s phenomenal. He knows exactly how to increase the pace and when to go slower. His fingers play me like a fiddle.

“Want to have a proper bath again?” he asks.

“Sure.”

When he places me back on the floor, my feet are wobbly. I couldn’t even stand properly, and our height difference is a joke.

He walks into the shower stand, and my attention goes to his cock. It wasn’t hard anymore. He looks down at himself. “He’ll be ready for a round two in a few minutes if you are.”

He says it with such a straight face, it’s funny.

I lick my lips. “Sure.”

Round two turns out to be with his cock stuffed in my mouth.

He holds onto the shower tiles as he pumps into my mouth, “Oh fuck, Maggie…this is so good.”

It’s slow at first, until my teeth scrape against his dick, but he is beyond comprehension. The veins in his neck are tight as he comes all over inside my mouth.

“Don’t stop, baby. Suck me harder.” He then collapses against the wall.

***

We lie tangled in bed together, content. He has his arm wrapped around my body, and I’m still naked. I need to put some clothes on pronto, but it feels nice to be with him like this.

He gives me a worried look, his hand moving toward my thighs. “Are you sore?”

I shake my head. “I’m okay.”

I trace the lines on his forehead. “Stop frowning.”

“Just getting old,” he responded.

I rolled my eyes yet again. “Why are you always guilt-tripping me about your age? Do you regret getting married?”

He stares right through me, and I know I’ve hit the nail. “You want the truth?”

I nod.

“It’s going to be hard accepting this,” he says, finally.

“Accepting what?”

“That you’re my wife now, and not the girl from my past. I acknowledge you as someone who’s a mature young woman now, but I don’t know why I keep feeling guilty about this, like I’m some monster.”

“You’re not taking advantage of me. You never did. I came into your bed at the time knowing what I was getting myself into. And even now, I married you knowing the terms.”

“Yes, but it doesn’t change that we were forced to marry each other under terrible circumstances. If that wasn’t the case, this”—he waves his hand between us—“wouldn’t have happened.”

I put my arms around his neck. “I know, but it did, right?”

He’s not done yet. He looks disturbed, haunted for some reason.

It is ridiculous, really, but the wheels in his head are turning. When Logan makes up his mind about something, it is almost impossible to convince him otherwise.

“So, what was that back there?” I ask, my head pounding with what he’s about to say next. “You’re going to tell me you fucked me out of obligation?”

He sighs. “I came to say something else, but you distracted me. I want to start fresh.

“I will help you raise Chase like I promised you, and I’ll do what’s necessary, but if you decide that you could do better without me, Maggie, I won’t hold a grudge against you. Even if you leave.”