Chapter 29

Logan

Something isn’t sitting right with me. My mind goes back to this morning.

She thought I was going to fucking hit her. No matter how pissed off I am or how annoyed she makes me, I’d never lay a hand on her.

“Hannah?”

“Hmm?”

“Did someone hit you before?”

Her body tenses and I have my answer. Slowly, she turns to me, still chewing on the pen cap, which I’ve learned she does when she's nervous.

Her eyes fill with tears. “One night, Aaron came home drunk, and I forgot to put the cover up on his car, so he went off on me and pushed me against the wall. It was an accident and never happened again.”

Red. All I see is red.

Hannah talked about her ex-boyfriend and how they broke up. She never brought up this incident—and there better not be any more. Her small hand wraps around my wrist and it’s too much. I’m full of adrenaline and need to walk before I lose my mind.

“Please don’t worry,” she says. “It happened once and I got freaked out when you did that. I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”

I walk around, pacing my living room, and turn back to kneel down in front of her.

“I will never hurt you like that. I will never lay my hands on you like that. Do you understand?”

She nods and I press my lips to her forehead. Her arms wrap around my middle and she sighs before her lips are on my neck. It’s been a few days since we made love and my dick is wide awake for her.

I pick her up and hold her softness close. She wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her to my room.

My room.

I pause mid-step and study her beauty. This isn’t some random woman in my arms, waiting for me to take her. No. This is Hannah. The woman I’m falling in love with.

I close my eyes and continue walking until we’re in my room. Gently placing her on my bed, I kiss her mouth, start a trail down her cheek and jaw, and slowly suck on her neck. Her sweet scent fully invades me, and I can’t wait to have her.

My hands shake and my fingers fumble as I unbutton her blouse. I lift her up so I can undress her, taking in her beautiful, soft skin and body.

My lips brush across her collarbone, moving down to her needy, pink nipple. Her hands move to my pants, unfastening them and pulling them down along with my boxers. When her small, warm fingers wrap around my cock, holding it firmly in her hand, she uses her other to massage my balls.

An idea comes to me and I pull away before heading into my closet and grabbing a tie. I return and climb back on the bed.

She cocks her head to the side a little, her eyes widening when she sees the tie in my hand. “Logan?” Her breath is raspy, and even though she looks scared, my naughty girl’s getting excited.

“I bet if I run my fingers over your pussy, it’s soaking wet. Am I right?”

She nods and keeps her eyes on the tie.

“Tell me you want me to tie you up.”

“Do it, Logan. I want you to tie me up.”

I strip her out of her leggings and thong, shove her up on my bed, flip her over, and tie her hands together. I finish it off by looping the tie on the railings of my headboard. My hands drag down her body before I grip her hips and yank her ass up in the air.

I reach out to her, my fingers spreading her lips and putting pressure on her clit. “You’re wet.”

“Of course I am.”

I reach down and grab a condom from my nightstand and slide it over my hard cock. Moving my hand, I lean down and kiss her ass cheeks before teasing her. I take my time, entering her, making her feel every inch of my cock before I’m fully in her. I see her head thrown back and the tie around her wrists rubbing her skin. The perfect storm we’re creating is circling around us, waiting for the spark of lighting to ignite.

I can hear the rapidness of her breathing, and her moans grow increasingly louder. Her body moves and meets my hard thrusts, and she tightens around my cock. I know she’s ready to come. The heat from her pussy, mixed with her moaning, and seeing her tied to my bed is taking everything I have not to blow.

My pace slows. I reach over and unfasten the tie, slowly unraveling it from her wrists, and rolling her onto her back. When I enter her again, our eyes are connected, and everything that’s inside of me—the guilt, frustration, anger, and sadness rush away. Hannah replaces those feelings with love. The love fills my lungs, and I breath her in, breathe our love in. It's healing me.

Her body matches mine like we’re made for each other. Our moans fill the room as we create a beautiful symphony, ready for the last piece of music.

“Now, Hannah,” I roar, and we both find our release.

Something inside me unleashes, something I haven’t ever felt, and at that moment, I let myself go.

After I clean her up and we take a quick shower, she’s wrapped in my arms and I lower my lips to hers, silencing our thoughts. I cover her body with mine, and pull her softness to my chest, holding her tightly, and never wanting to let go. I know I’m irrevocably in love with her.

“Don’t leave tonight. Stay here.”

“Okay.”

I feel her smile against my chest and my curious hand moves down her delectable body until my fingers find where they want to go.

A few hours pass and I wake up, holding Hannah in my arms, looking down and memorizing every feature on her beautiful, sleeping face. Then anger spurs through me, remembering what she told me about her ex-boyfriend. A man should never place his hands on a woman.

The whole time she told me about that one incident, all I could think about was praying we’d never crossed paths. If I ever saw him, I wouldn’t hesitate to put my fucking hands on him.

I gently kiss her forehead and hold her tighter against my body. “I’ll always keep you safe. I’ll always make you happy. Thank you for being patient and staying with me.”