Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 50840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
"That doesn't make it your fault, Logan. You're responsible for how you treat us, not for how the rest of the world does. You can't police other people."
"I know," I sigh. "Doesn't mean I fucking like it."
"Of course you don't." She smiles up at me. "That's who you are. You want to fight everyone's battles and protect everyone, and you feel responsible when you can't because you're one of the good ones. But that isn't what I need from you. I just need you to love me despite what they say. And I need you to keep reminding me that I can handle whatever they say."
"You can," I growl. "Christ, baby. Do you have any idea how goddamn strong you are?"
"I'm…finally figuring that out, actually."
"Good."
"It's because of you, you know," she murmurs. "Because you push and you push and you push and you never stop pushing."
"Why the fuck would I stop if it means letting you run? Fuck that." I brush my thumb over her bottom lip, bouncing my forehead gently against hers. "You were stuck with me the second you let me inside that perfect little body the first time."
"Logan," she groans.
"I mean it, Peyton. I knew then that I was home."
"Speaking of…" She waggles her brows at me. "Want to go home and have make up sex?"
"Hell yes," I growl before shaking my head. "But I can't. There's something I need to do first."
She meets my gaze, searching. "Lauren," she whispers after a moment.
"Yeah. Fuck." I expel a breath. I've put it off for too long already. She and I need to talk.
"Do you want me to go with you?"
Christ, I love her. In ways I can't even define and for a million little reasons just like that. She gets me in ways no one ever has, and she has my back, no matter what. Even what it means telling me what I don't want to hear, she's behind me the whole way. If I'm the best man she's ever met, it's because she's turned me into him.
"As much as I'd love that, I think this is something I need to do myself, baby," I murmur regretfully, brushing my lips across hers. "But will you stay with me tonight? I need you in my bed."
"I need to be in your bed."
"Fuck," I groan, kissing her again. "Let's go before I decide to put this off again."
Chapter Twelve
Logan
By the time I get back to the city from Roland and Lauren's place, it's after three in the morning. Peyton is curled up in bed, snuggling my pillow, completely naked. She's a goddess in moonlight, her hair shining like gold.
I groan at the sight of her creamy thigh where it's slipping from the blankets and strip my shirt off over my head. My pants go next, my eyes locked on her the entire time. My cock throbs when she moans my name, shifting restlessly.
I stalk across the room, sliding onto the bed behind her. Even in her sleep, she seems to know I'm there. She immediately scoots back against me, snuggling in against my chest with a cute little sigh.
Her ass brushes my cock.
I should behave and let her sleep.
But I don't.
I gently lift her leg, draping it back over mine…opening her up to me. My dick nudges against her hot little cunt, but I don't slip it in. Not yet. I play with her instead, nuzzling my face against her throat as I stroke her clit.
She moans in her sleep, still dreaming about me.
Christ, I'd pay a fortune for five minutes to walk through her dreams just to see what naughty things she thinks. I already know they're probably kinky as hell. I want to bring every single one of them to life.
Starting with this one. She didn't give me permission to fuck her while she was sleeping for the hell of it. She did it because she wants it.
I notch my cock at her entrance, slowly pushing inside her.
"Fuck," I groan, watching her face. She's so fucking beautiful. Even asleep, she's stunning. I grind my thumb against her clit again, rocking into her in slow pulses.
She moans again, slowly coming awake as I fuck her.
"Mm, Logan," she whispers, tipping her head back against my chest. "I thought I was dreaming."
"You are," I murmur, nipping her shoulder. "Just close your eyes, sweet
Peyton. Let me take care of you."
She whimpers, arching against me.
I touch and fuck her, driving her higher and higher with my lips against her ear, telling her how perfect she feels. How tight she is. How goddamn beautiful she is.
She rocks back against me, meeting every thrust with a soft moan.
"I'm so close," she groans.
"You think I don't know?" I shift slightly, changing the angle so I can go deeper. "You think I can't feel how ready you are to fall apart all over my cock, angel?"