I tried to open my eyes to get my bearings, but the blindfold was still on. The bed shifted again, as he pulled out from underneath me. Moments later, I felt his hardness against my ass, his chest against my back and his breath against me ear. "We can't go any further."

"What?" My chest heaved. "Why?" I panted, trying to fill my lungs with much-needed air. "But I need you."

He bit my earlobe gently. "I need you, too, baby. But I don't have anything."

"Huh?"

"Condoms—I don't have any."

"Oh." I took a few more breaths. "Did you get tested when you got back?"

"Yes—for everything."

"Then we're good, I'm safe."

He let out a breath. "Thank fuck."

I felt the air hit my back when he straightened up. He slid his dick between my folds, spreading me open for him.

"You have to go slow, babe. It's been a while. I need to get used to your size."

He grunted as he slowly slid inside me, inch by inch, letting me get comfortable.

"Okay," I assured him, once I'd taken all of him. I felt his hand flatten on my back as he pulled out almost all the way and then thrust back in slowly. He did this a few more times, coating his dick with my juices.

"I fucking love watching you take me like this. Your ass is incredible."

His words turned me on even more. I started meeting him thrust for thrust. He was so slow, so gentle.

I wanted more. I needed more. "Logan?"

"Mm?"

And I don't know how the words were formed or how I let them leave my mouth. "Fuck me," I begged.

He moaned. Then one hand cupped my breast, the other rubbing my clit.

"Are you sure, baby?" He kissed down my spine.

"Please, Logan." I needed him.

"Hold on tight," he ordered, right before he moved.

Within minutes, I exploded again. It was stronger this time, and I felt myself throbbing around him. He pulled back, released my breast and splayed his hand against my back again. He kept pumping into me, harder, faster, just the way I wanted it. "Fuck me!" I demanded.

Then I felt him get bigger inside me, right before his body stilled and a growl escaped him.

26

Logan

"Why did we agree to be up this early?"

I heard her low chuckle from next me. "Because we didn't plan on staying up half the night."

I turned to face her. "Mm," I hummed as I took her in. Short shorts and a tight tank covered just enough of her perfectly tanned skin. Her long legs kicked out in front of her, crossed at her ankles. We were sitting on a bench just outside the entry gate to the carnival.

I ran the backs of my fingers against her thigh, flipped my cap backwards, and moved in to kiss her neck. She chuckled again. "What are you doing?"

"Just remembering last night."

She turned her face towards me and skimmed her lips against mine. "Yeah?" she whispered, kissing me once. "Are you remembering that part where I asked if I could finger your a—"

I cut her off with a kiss, and then deepened it. One of her hands fisted into my shirt, the other curling around my neck, bringing me closer. I pulled back slightly. "Don't bring that up ever again."

She chuckled into my mouth. "Fine, just keep kissing me."

So I did.

She moaned when my hand went under her top and rested on her waist. My fingers dug into her skin when her tongue brushed against mine. I'd started to get hard.

"Hey assholes!"

We instantly pulled apart and turned to see a kid standing in front of us.

It was Lachlan, Lucy's brother. He was older now. Not the same four year old who helped me get Amanda to agree to a date back when she worked at the diner.

He turned around and looked at a bunch of boys standing a few yards behind him—the rest of Lucy's brothers. They all wore goofy grins.

My eyes went from the older boys to the kid in front of me. "What's up, little man?"

He looked from me, to Amanda, and back again. "Do you guys give each other blowfish jobs?"

Amanda snorted with laughter. "Oh, jeez."

"What?" I tried to hide my own amusement.

"Not blowfish," one of the older boys said. I'm pretty sure it was Little Logan. "BLOW JOB!" he yelled. Then all the boys started yelling, "Blow job! Blow job!"

Lachlan just shrugged, but stayed put.

"Blow job!" The other boys kept shouting.

"What the hell?" Lucy shrieked, walking towards them. "Why are you all yelling blow job?"

The boys fell into a fit of laughter.

Then Lachlan stepped in front of Amanda. "You're pretty," he told her, then wriggled his way to sit between us. He put his tiny hand in hers. She grinned from ear to ear. "And you," she said to him, "may just be the most handsome boy I've ever seen."

I rolled my eyes. "Gee, thanks."

Lucy and Cameron headed towards us, and we all stood up. Lachlan held onto Amanda's hand. Lucy introduced us to all her brothers. "I don't expect you to remember them all," she quipped.

Once we'd paid and entered through the gates, Cam pulled out his wallet and handed them all some money.

"I want to stay with pretty girl," Lachlan told them.

I had to laugh at his name for her. "Dude," I teased. "You're stealing all my game."