I think I’ve just been fucked into a coma…

Never, ever, in my life, did I know that sex could be like this. And I’d had really good sex in my life, at least, I’d thought I had. Boy, was I wrong. Sex with Logan was like that first bite of mint chocolate chip ice cream, that moment you jumped out of the plane when skydiving, and the thrill of spending your first night in your own home, coupled with a fantastic freaking orgasm.

It was everything, and although I was exhausted, I was already craving more.

Here’s what struck me as funny, though. I mean, not funny ha-ha, but weirdly funny… I’d had one one-night-stand in my life. I’d been young, about twenty-one, and had just started working with my sister at Howlers. A pretty stranger had walked in for dinner and a few drinks. We’d gotten to talking and one thing led to another.

He’d left the next day and I’d never seen him again. It wasn’t that I wanted more, or missed him, or wanted to see him again, but crazily enough, I’d been disappointed in myself. I’d even felt guilt for days afterwards, and still, anytime I thought about it, I felt regret.

Five seconds after allowing Logan to rock my world, even though he was a virtual stranger himself, and I knew, without a doubt, that it was the best decision I’d ever made. Logically, I knew the difference was because he was my mate; I could feel it in my bones, and that other guy would only ever be a stranger.

Still, it struck me as funny that not only did I not feel an ounce of guilt, but that I was already ready to commit to him. No matter the terms. To give him babies and set up our live together, no questions asked.

The rarity of the situation had me first smiling, and then I literally laughed out loud, causing Logan to stir and grunt next to me. I turned my head to see him drowsily open one eye and look at me, slowly shaking the sleep that had already taken him under.

“W’as funny?” he asked, causing me to laugh harder.

He looked absolutely adorable, all satiated and confused. I started to fight the urge to touch him, then realized that for the first time, I didn’t have to second guess myself with a man. This was my mate. He wanted me to touch him.

So, I reached out slowly and gently caressed his brow.

Logan tracked the movement of my hand, then closed his eyes at my touch. A low rumble started in his chest, almost like a purring sound, a hum of utter contentment.

“I’m just happy,” I responded, then snuggled deeper into his ginormous bed.

“Me, too,” Logan admitted. Just like that. No pretense on his part either, and it was the most refreshing thing I’d ever heard.

I was about to lean in and get things heated up again, when my stomach let out a large rumble, causing Logan’s eyes to fly open.

“You’re hungry,” he stated.

I flushed. “Yeah, I haven’t actually eaten anything today.”

Logan frowned, then leapt from the bed, leaving the bedsheets behind and affording me the view of his gloriously naked form. “I’m so sorry,” he said, before letting out a string of curses. “Of course, you’re hungry after the day you’ve had, and here I am jumping you at the first opportunity. I should’ve taken better care of you.”

I turned onto my stomach and grinned as I enjoyed the view.

“I think you took fantastic care of me,” I replied, in my best vixen voice.

That made Logan pause and shoot me a sexy grin. He sauntered over, bending to my upturned face to give me a sweet, sexy, kiss on the lips. Pulling back a few inches, Logan ran his thumb along my lower lip and said, “I’m going to make you some food. Rest, take a shower… whatever you’d like. Relax. I’ll let you know when it’s ready.”

I kept my eyes on him as he pulled on his cut off sweats and sauntered out of the room, then rolled onto my back and pulled a pillow over my face to muffle my squeal.

Yesterday I’d been waitressing at Howler’s, worried over my sister’s new claim about Max being her mate after years with Mateo, and wondering how badly my parents were going to annoy me about finding my mate now that both my brother, and sister, had been basically disowned by them.

Now, I had to wonder if finding out my mate was a bear shifter, and although still technically the Alpha of his clan, not exactly what my parents had been hoping for, if they would put me on the disowned list as well.

I had to say, I could see now why Gilly hadn’t cared one iota that our parents had approved of her and Max. Now that I’d found my mate as well, I understood that nothing, and no one, would keep up apart, let alone change the way I feel about Logan.

I owed my sister an apology for my initial reaction over her confession. I’d been so upset over her lying to me for all those years, and worried over how Mateo was feeling, that I’d forgotten to put myself in my sister’s place and empathize with the turmoil she’d been going through.

Fate is a strong and powerful thing, and the connection I felt with my mate was even more so. I knew down deep that I would die for him, kill for him, and turn my back on anyone who tried to keep up apart.

Deciding not to worry about my parents narrow-minded opinions just then, I got up and strode into the bathroom, intent on taking a shower, before joining Logan in the kitchen for food, and then jumping him for dessert.