Chapter 18
Logan
My hands go to her shorts, and I quickly remove them, along with her panties. She takes off her shirt, giving me access to her bra, while she makes quick work of removing my shirt. We work together to get my pants off of me.
When we’re both naked, I slip my hands around her and grab hold of her ass. I lift her against me, and she quickly locks her legs around my waist. I pull her ass cheeks apart as I thrust into her.
“Logan,” she cries, her nails digging into my shoulders. I don’t let up, but keep thrusting deep inside of her, and just by her reaction alone, I know I’m hitting her sweet spot. “Shit. Shit. Shit,” she starts to chant.
She wraps her arms tightly around me, squashing her breasts against my chest and I almost come. I squeeze her ass, my finger digging into her soft flesh, and it makes her feel unbearably tight around my cock.
“Fuck,” I hiss as I come, unable to hold out any longer. I grind my pelvis against her clit, letting the ecstasy wash over me.
Her breathing hitches and she tenses against me. The orgasm hits her so hard, she doesn’t even shudder. The only way I know she’s coming, is from her inner muscles clamping around my cock. It feels so good being inside of her. Even though we’ve both found our release, I don’t stop, keeping my pace slow.
A few minutes later, I can feel myself growing hard again, which is a new record. I’ve never recovered this quickly before.
She brings her hands to my neck and kisses me. No, she devours me as if she’ll drown without my breaths racing into her.
I turn around and move us to the bed. I sit down with her straddling me, and when she starts to ride me, I move one hand to her hair. I grab a fistful and hang on, as she slams down on my cock. She pulls back and I see the moment she goes from innocent girl to wild woman. Every time she slams down, her breasts bounce against my chest. Fuck this is erotic.
I bring both hands to her breasts and squeeze them hard. She grabs hold of my shoulders and digs her nails into my skin, so she can move faster on me.
When I can see she’s fighting for her release, I move my hands to her hips. I keep her down and force her to grind down on me.
“Ah.” The word explodes from her, and I quickly twist around, so she’s on her back. Driving my cock inside her hot pussy, I take her fast and hard, until she arches her entire body, from her shoulders to her ass.
When I feel her coming, I place my left thigh on the bed, right under hers and I open her wide. Holding onto her hips, I take her as hard as I can, until the orgasm rocks my world and I fall over her.
I’m drained. I can’t move.
“I think you broke me,” I groan, which only makes her laugh.
I slide to her side and just lie still, staring at her.
She brings her left hand up and stares at the ring, before taking it off to have a closer look at it. The second she sees the inscription the smile fades from her face and her eyes begin to shine.
“I choose you,” I say the words.
She puts the ring back on and then proceeds to kiss the life out of me. “I choose you,” she whispers, as she starts to give me hickeys all over my chest. “I always wanted to do this to you and now that you have no energy to fend me off, I’m going to mark every inch of you.”
I lie back and close my eyes, as her hair brushes over the skin she’s just marked.
~
We’re planning the wedding, not wanting to wait too long, just in case we can’t find a heart for Marcus.
We’re having our rehearsal dinner tonight, and I never thought I’d be excited about it.
We’ll all meet at the church to rehearse everything we need to know for the ceremony. Afterwards, we’re all heading to the nice Italian place just down the road. It has an intimate feel, and the food is great.
When we stop outside the church, both Mia and I can’t keep the huge smiles off our faces. I take her hand, and as we walk inside the church, I think about how the next time we’re here, she’ll become my wife.
We greet Pastor Bowen, and when everyone is here, he talks us through the whole process.
Mia and Rhett walk to the back of the church, and I watch as he throws an arm around her shoulders, ruffling her hair.
“Rhett!” she shrieks, and it makes us all laugh.
Jax is standing next to me, followed by Marcus and Carter.
I smile at Pastor Bowen as he leans closer, and whispers, “Wait until she walks up the aisle on your wedding day. You won’t be smiling then. You’ll be crying like a baby.”
I let out a burst of nervous laughter, which makes the rest of the guys laugh. “Can we come?” Rhett hollers from down the aisle, and it makes us laugh louder.
“Just don’t yell like that on the wedding day,” Pastor Bowen yells back.
“Marcus!” Jax shouts, and it changes the entire atmosphere in the building from happy to panic.
Jax catches Marcus as he goes down. Carter stands shocked as Mia and Rhett run up the aisle. Mia grabs her bag and gets her phone out, hopefully to calling 911.
There are moments Marcus comes to, and during those moments, he doesn’t take his eyes off Jax. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” It’s all Jax says over and over.
“I’ve got you.”
~
We’re all sitting in the waiting room.
“Jax,” Carter waits for him to look up from where he’s sitting, his head hanging heavy in his hands. “Are you going to tell us what’s going on?”
Jax shakes his head, gets up, and stalks out of the waiting room.
Mia gets up, grabbing Carter’s arm when he wants to go after him. “Let him go. I’ll tell you.”
“You know?” Carter sits back down as she nods.
Mia sits down next to me and I take her hand, ready to jump in if she can’t tell them.
She looks up at the ceiling and swallows hard.
“When they removed the bullet from his chest, they missed some fragments.”
She takes a deep breath and seeing how hard it is for her, I take over.
“He has lead poisoning. They caught it too late. The fragments have embedded themselves in his heart, and it’s causing infection on top of the poisoning. He’s too weak to survive them going in to remove the fragments.”
I clear my throat. Saying it out loud like that is devastating.
“Marcus is dying,” Mia whispers. She gets up, unable to sit still. “We’ve been trying to get him moved up the donor list. He had a good chance of surviving a heart transplant, but that was last month. Marcus is dying,” she says as she breaks down.
“There has to be something we can do,” Carter says the same word we’ve all said at some point.
I shake my head.
“What have you tried?” Rhett asks. He gets up and starts to pace. “Have you checked with every single doctor?”
“Jax has spoken to anyone who would listen.”
“Did you try buying a fucking heart in Mexico,” he snaps.
“Jax is busy with that right now,” I say calmly, as if we’re not talking about breaking the law.
“Why didn’t anyone tell me?” Carter asks. When he stands up, I get up as well. The tension is thick in the air. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” He looks right at me.
“It wasn’t my place.”
“Wasn’t your place?” he repeats my words. “He’s our fucking brother! It was exactly your place. How the fuck do you think my father survived all those heart attacks? Did you for one moment stop to think that I might know a fucking doctor who could help Marcus?”
Shit, I didn’t.
“Right,” Carter snaps, as he stalks out already dialing someone’s number.
“I didn’t think,” I whisper to myself.
Rhett places his hand on my shoulder. “He’s upset. Don’t let it get to you. I would’ve done the same thing.”
I can just nod as Mia pulls me into her arms.