For Logan (Chicago Syndicate Book 5) (36 page)

She sighs softly, her sweet breath caressing my jaw. “I believe you. But I have Adam to consider.”

“I know that.”

“And my mother won’t accept us.” She begins to pick at my bow tie.

“Then we’ll need to handle her, but no one will keep us apart. Rosa, I love you; we’ve been together every way possible already.”

“I don’t know. I worry about my family.” She glances to the side.

Affectionately, I cup her chin to force her to look at me. “Your family is us, the Syndicate, not your mother’s family anymore. Do you speak to them? Do they know about Adam?”

“No.”

“What’s your plan regarding Adam then?” I ask her.

“I’m going to adopt him and change his last name to mine,” she answers resolutely – Rosa’s thought this through.

“Is Henry helping you?” I probe. She seems convinced it’s a done deal.

“Yes, that guy is beyond smart. He can arrange anything,” she blurts out, causing me to smile.

Her tone of voice seems to become lighter, more like the reckless Rosa I’ve come to adore. “Don’t let everything that’s happened be in vain. Tell me you still want me too.”

“I do, but I’m also hurt and cautious.”

“I understand that; but before your father interfered, had I once given you a reason to suspect me of being deceitful?”

“No.” She rests her forehead on my chest like she’s often done, pacifying my soul without knowing it.

In response, I kiss her hair. “I want to be with you. Out in the open. I don’t want to be stuck in grief like your mother.”

“Neither do I.” She looks up with that look of love I crave. “I missed you so much,” she admits, yet implores, “But what about Adam?”

“What about him? Being with you means being with Adam. I get that, Rosa. That’s not even an issue for me. I love you, and you love him, so I’ll help you with him. I just want to be with you.”

I already knew she was someone special to me, a woman with a gentle and uncontrolled soul who could drive me wild with lust. And in a way, James’s interference sped up the process of our having a relationship.

A single tear of relief pours down her cheek, and she clutches my neck. “I want you too. I’ve felt so alone without you, and I never wanted to believe that our relationship was a lie.”

“It wasn’t. You and I belong together. I realized it before we were ripped apart. You were my lover and my confidant for so long.”

“
Ti amo tanto. Sono così felice che tu sia tornato.
I love you so much. I’m so happy you came back.”

I don’t allow her any time to process as I crash my mouth down onto hers and plunge my tongue inside, kissing any lasting doubt away. With my touch, I mend her broken heart, and we’re feverish in our desire.

“I’m going to fuck your pussy, ass, and mouth – in the order of my choosing,” I groan, biting her lip.

“You just want me at your mercy.” Her dimple appears as I yank loose my bow tie, and Rosa unbuttons my white dress shirt.

I shed my jacket and shirt, dumping them aside on the mattress. Rosa claws at my biceps and twines her arms around my neck as I lift her up with my large hands on her ass, tossing her onto the bed and pushing her dress over her legs and up her waist to get rid of it. Kissing her cleavage, I undo her bra and ease her panties down, wanting her naked. Fervently, I pull Rosa to the edge of the bed before kneeling down, my hands gripping her high up her inner thighs to spread her wide with my thumbs, and I dive in, sucking her.

“Ah!” She grasps my hair and grinds against my lips, smearing her juices all over my mouth as I lick and suck, exploring excitedly while my cock hardens.

I come up for air and stand, as she lies with her legs wide, and unfasten my pants, gawking at her glistening core.

“Finger your pussy for me,” I demand.

She obliges, sending a bolt of pleasure to my balls while I watch her push a finger inside herself as I toe off my shoes and kick aside my slacks and boxers. Bending forward again, I lock an arm around her waist and slide her up to the center of the bed, reveling in her exotic beauty. She isn’t a porcelain doll, but a woman with sun-kissed, olive skin that smells sweet and fresh. I’ve never been this eager to ride a woman as I situate myself between her legs while she’s fingering herself, looking at me with parted lips that release sighs of ecstasy.

“I want to hear you when I drive my cock into you this time,” I breathe, also pushing my finger inside and thrusting with the same motion she does.

Rosa whimpers, and I give her a hard kiss before pulling back and adding a second finger when she removes hers.

As I grind my shaft against her hip, I say, “Let me suck your finger.”

Without giving it a second thought, Rosa brings it to my lips. I greedily lick it clean while she curves her back as I bury my fingers inside of her. Her skin is an inferno of desire, and I need to feel her heat around me. It thrills me that she’s submitting to me; that she never lost faith in us.

Slowly, I remove my fingers and sit down on the mattress against the propped up pillows. Then I drag her to sit up and order, “On your knees.”

Our eyes lock, and I see unbridled lust in hers.

Rosalia

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“O
n your knees,” Logan tells me in a sultry voice with the heavy stirrings of the air around the curtains.

After two weeks apart, my mind is a mist of arousal when I lean forward on my knees between his legs and rake my nails down the hard planes of his bronzed abdomen.

Logan positions his hands right above my ass, massaging the bare flesh as he captures my mouth. I answer with raw passion, parting my lips and setting my nerves ablaze with a slow search for his tongue. As he nips a path down my throat, I start to squirm, and Logan cups my breasts, pushing them together while he suckles back and forth between them.

“Fuck, I missed you so much, cricket,” he rumbles.

Grinning, he tangles his fingers into my hair at the back of my head, directing me downward and feeding me his shaft. I run my tongue up the velvety skin before wrapping my lips around him. To steady his seated position, he leans back against the pillows, and his face twists into a mask of torturous pleasure as I suck and pump him, his hips bucking up as he fists my hair. There’s nothing gentle about how he handles me, and we both yearn for it. I welcome his assault, letting Logan fuck my mouth passionately.

Releasing my hair, he bends forward, his nails dancing down my back before he pushes his finger between my ass cheeks. I respond with a whimper as he skims lower, to my center, spreading me open and feeling my wetness, then moving back up, his rough hands against my flesh giving me sensations only he can induce.

With a groan, Logan hits the back of my throat and slides out. His erection is glistening, and I lick a trail that dribbles down the shaft and catch it halfway down his length with the tip of my tongue, tracing the path all the way back up to the source.

“Fuck!” He tugs my head back. “I don’t want to come in your mouth.”

Enthusiastically, he rolls me over onto my stomach across the bed. With my face on the pillow, Logan drags my hips up so that I’m elevated while he noses his way down my spine. And without any hesitation, he devours me.

“Oh, Logan,” I whimper and bend lower to give him better access, making circles with my hips and teasing his mouth. Intensely, I explode, riding the tide of pleasure that makes my toes curl. It goes on and on until I’m wrung out.

“You’re incredibly wet, Rosa.” He laps up to my ass, alternately licking and pushing the tip of his finger inside, and I clench my behind.

“Relax.”

I take a deep breath so he can slip his digit in, preparing me.

“Ow!”

“Shhh...” Logan cements his lips over my core while he fingers my ass.

When I’m dripping, he covers my body with his as I lift up on my hands and knees. Logan nudges the head of his arousal against my ass, sliding it up and down to spread my wetness. Then he shifts forward slowly while holding the base.

“Relax, Rosa.” He presses his lips behind my ear in a manner I’ve become accustomed to.

I relent and exhale, unclenching so he can ease himself inside. Logan grunts as my flesh gives, and he begins to move. I feel treasured again, with his chest against my back, and he starts to explore my center with his fingers.

“Yes,” I sigh, overwhelmed by sensations while he lets me adjust to his length.

“I don’t want to hold back, so hold on.” His other hand entwines with mine, gripping the sheets.

Logan grinds his hips and circles my core, rotating his middle finger and pushing it in while he glides in and out of my behind.

“I feel...full,” I murmur.

He drops another kiss onto my shoulder, resting his cheek against mine. Smirking, he lodges his arm around my waist to hold me tightly, and he slams into my ass, bottoming out. When he slips out, he plunges his finger into my center, and I arch as Logan fucks me madly in both holes while I clutch the sheets. Violent passion flares up, and without warning, he removes his finger and shoves his shaft into my core. He keeps up his brutal pace, taking me until our skin shines with a thin layer of perspiration.

“I’m going to come so hard in your pussy,” Logan says hotly against my ear.

Out of nowhere, I climax, my muscles straining. I writhe, shuddering and trembling as Logan leans back and thrusts into me, grasping the sides of my waist. He drives in once more, gripping and tugging my hair as he groans and bucks his hips with the force of completion, filling me deep.

We both collapse onto the bed, and he slumps halfway on top of me, his labored breathing caressing my neck. We’re two slick bodies pressed together, limbs entangled while we float back to earth. Thoroughly spent. Thoroughly depleted.

At last, I’m held by the one person I desire. The regret about us leaves my body. Pain and remorse over Mykhail and my father still linger, and they probably will for a long time. Still, he’s the man my heart has chosen.

Logan eases out of me, yet he stays in the same position and brushes my hair back from my face, nuzzling my neck and mumbling, “God, I can’t believe how much I’ve missed you.”

“Me too,” I murmur and add, “But I have to get Adam now.”

“Okay.” Logan kisses me between my shoulder blades and collects his slacks. “I have a new phone for you.”

As I sit up, he shows me a brand new smartphone.

“A regular cell. I already programmed everything.” He gives me that wolfish half-grin, every movement of his sinewy body smooth.

Then he jumps back on me, holds up the phone and snaps a few selfies of us naked, of course.

“You and your naked pics.” I snatch the device to inspect it, and it’s the exact same one I had before. “I’ll give you my old one. Now you can contact me like a normal person again, right?”

The corners of his lips quirk up as he holds me. “Yes, cricket.”

I throw my leg over his hip and offer, “Do you want to come with me to pick up Adam?”

“Yes,” he answers, giving me a brief kiss before we untangle and dress.

“By the way, have you ever been here during the day? Like a regular customer instead of breaking in?” I tease.

As Logan steps into his shoes, he replies, “No.”

And he knots his fingers with mine, leading the way back toward the elevator. A sliver of serenity grows inside me – it’s the start of the healing process.

We travel down to his convertible and toward Mary’s apartment, not twenty-five minutes from Club 7. My little boy is already asleep, so we continue to my pool house after buckling Adam’s car seat in Logan’s vehicle.

The garden lights are turned on when Logan and I arrive at my house, which is odd, and abruptly, my mother throws open the back door of the mansion, sprinting around the pool toward me.

Adam stirs, so I take him out of his seat and hand him over to Logan. “I didn’t know she was back. I thought she was still with my aunt.” I dart out and close the car door, blocking the window with my body. Adam doesn’t need to witness her irate demeanor if he wakes up.

My mother points her finger to the car and snarls, “Logan’s back? What are you doing with him?”

Remaining calm is becoming exasperating, and I’m done with defending myself to her. “Yes, Mom. He’s back and everything’s been cleared up. Dad was killed by the guard.”

A line creases her forehead. “No one bothered to tell me that or that he’s returned?”

“No one’s involving you because you’re so angry and throwing around false accusations,” I defend.

Her lips thin into an unbending line, but she tilts her head to the side to peek inside the vehicle. “You also still have the boy!” Her glare shoots to me. “I don’t even know you anymore.” My mom has become a shell of the person she once was.

Fed up, I blurt out, “I feel the same way about you.” A crack forms in my heart, and I sense that she’s pulling away from me. She’s disappointed and inconsolable.

“They’re not staying in this house,” she protests, bitterness lacing her tone.

Shocked, I can only reply, “Then they won’t, Mom.”

“You think Logan is going to help you? That he’s a good man? He’ll suck you down with him into that mafia life. I’ve protected you for nothing, Rosalia.”

A tear rolls down my cheek. “I didn’t need the protection you and Dad gave. I love him, and he loves me. You’re seeing problems where there are none. I was already involved in that life through Dad. I don’t know what to say anymore to get through to you.”

“
Love
,” she repeats with malice. “There’s a difference between lust and love.”

“I know that,” I point out calmly.

We glower at one another for endless seconds until my mother swivels around and yells, “I’m selling this house, Rosalia. You need to move out.” She shuts the back door, taking a piece of my heart with her, because in the end, she’s still my mother.

Maybe she’ll despise me forever, but I choose to believe Logan. It might be a stupid decision to make. Nonetheless, I’ll always be a woman who makes choices with the heart rather than the mind. It’s an inherent trait to recklessness.