Epilogue
Six months later
Thea walked out of the bathroom to find Logan awake. He lay naked, the covers thrown off, with one arm under his head and one leg slightly pulled up and bent, obscuring the view of his long, thick, and magnificent cock. He bit his lip as she walked toward him, wearing one of his button-down shirts. God, he looked so sexy, just lying there casually, and peering at her with undisguised desire.
She got on the bed and crawled up his body, planting a kiss on his lips when she reached his face. “Morning, sleepyhead.” She buried her face into his neck, breathing him in, and sighed when his arms came around to hug her.
“How long have you been up?” he asked, his voice still thick with sleep.
“About an hour. Just wanted to finish typing some of my notes from the lab.” She moved down a little to lay her head on his chest. “How come you never play that one?” she asked, referring to his electric guitar in the display case that the Slash had signed and given to him. Not once in the four months that she had been living with him, had she ever seen him play that guitar.
Four glorious months of living with the man she loved … her mate. She was even happier knowing her sister was finally happy and not living in constant fear. Teresa and Ian were living together as well, and Ian, according to Logan, was a changed man in the sense that he no longer felt the pull of running off again. He hadn’t once asked for Logan to make him partner again and had said he was able to focus more out in the field without the weight of ownership hanging over him.
“Logan will never admit it,” Ian had said to Thea, “but he was made for leadership. He leads unconsciously and most just follow.”
“He’s easy to look up to,” she had said. “And he adores you, you know.”
“I know. I won’t let him down again,” Ian had promised.
Snapping her out of her memory, Logan said, “I do play it.” He gave Thea a swat on her ass, and rolled her over before getting out of bed and heading to the display case.
Thea couldn’t help but admire his firm, glorious ass and his well-defined sculpted back as he moved.
He took out the guitar. “I play this one when I’m jamming with Slash.”
She sat up. “You actually play with Slash?” she squeaked. “Oh, my God.”
“You gotta hear this when this baby is plugged in,” he said, fiddling around with some chords. “I’ll take you with me next time.”
“Yes,” she squealed, pumping both hands in the air. “Although, as excited as I am about the prospect of that, it won’t compare to the private concerts you give me or the VIP treatment I get afterward.”
“Oh, yeah?” Logan asked, giving her a wink. He settled on “Paradise City,” playing and singing to her, his voice drowning out the sounds of the non-amped electric guitar, and like the dutiful concert goer she was, Thea got up on the bed and began to jump around and dance.
He made it about half way through the song before returning his guitar to its display case and rejoining her on the bed. He tackled her and pinned her beneath him. “Do you have any idea what your little dance just did to me?”
She shook her head and was still out of breath when she answered, “Show me.”
With a growl, he attacked her mouth, his tongue swiftly invading hers. He then ripped open her shirt, sending some of the buttons flying and pinging off the walls. She thought about how fortunate they both were that they made a good living with the amount of shirts, both his and hers, that had been ruined in the past six months. She’d never get enough of him.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” he echoed her sentiment right before getting back to devouring her mouth. He cupped a breast and massaged, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Thea locked her ankles around his hips and grabbed his ass. “I can’t wait.”
“Me, either,” he said against her lips, and then he impaled her. They both stilled briefly, much like they always did when they first connected. She always wanted him so badly and usually in the moments leading up to their joining, her desire became even more heightened, so much so that when he would first enter her, she had to revel in that relief of finally having him inside of her.
She held on to him as he set a fast pace, thrusting in and out of her with long hard strokes. “Oh, God, Logan. I love you and I love how you fuck me.”
“I fucking love you,” he ground out. “I love you so much. You feel like my heaven.” He kissed her again and moaned into her mouth. “Harder, baby?”
“Yeah.”
“Mmm. I love your tight, sweet little pussy. It tastes like honey.”
Thea moaned loudly at his words and the sexy huskiness of his voice. He knew how much she loved his complimentary dirty talk. She dug her nails into his back and elevated her hips slightly to give him room to go even deeper, and when his cock began to hit a particularly sweet spot inside of her repeatedly, her orgasm crashed over her, the build-up to it intense. A few more thrusts from Logan had him coming as well, calling out her name as he spilled inside of her.
They kissed again, passionately, not pulling apart until both of them had stopped shaking. Logan cupped her cheek. “How’s that for a VIP treatment?”
Thea giggled. “I’d say I’m one lucky girl. Oh, and there’s actually a present waiting for you downstairs.”
“Really?” he asked, his eyes lighting up. She found it so endearing how he got all excited whenever she bought him something, like a kid on Christmas morning. “What did you get me?”
“You’ll just have to wait until you go downstairs.” She and Hannah had finally decided to get him a new chair for his office. Despite his constant grumblings over his squeaky chair, he never buckled down to get one. He did, however, manage to finally get a new phone to replace the one he had smashed when his brother ran off.
“I’m the lucky one, Thea,” he said as he stared down at her adoringly. “I know for certain that with you in it, my days will never be boring again.”
And neither would hers. She set out to rescue her sister, unaware that her future would forever change that day. She had spent so long holed up in a lab developing a weapon, living a passionless existence, until Logan came along and sparked new life into her heart and she let herself be willingly caught by her hunter.
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