With a flip of his wrist, he unbuttons my jeans and lowers the zipper. He looks into my eyes as he slides his hand in the front of my panties. He glides across my heat and goes straight for my clit. His hand is hampered by the tightness of my jeans, and he moves in small, tight circles. I need more than that. "Let's go to bed," I say.

"Thought you'd never ask," he says with a laugh. I help him to his feet and put his crutches under him, and he hobbles slowly toward the bedroom.

"Are you sure you don't need pain medication?" I ask. He looks tired around his eyes.

He shakes his head, leans his crutches against the bed, and shoves his gym shorts and his boxers down to his knees. I walk over and pull off his shoe, then roll his sock down. It takes a minute to get his shorts over his cast, but I do it. He's rock hard, and his manhood bobs in my face.

"You know, when you woke up, you were pretty drugged up, and you mentioned to Sam that I don't spend enough time down here." I take him in my hand and look up at him.

"I did?" he chokes out. He pushes into my grip. "I didn't mean to. I never talk about stuff that personal with them." He tips my chin up. "You believe me, don't you?"

I nod. I lick across the purple head of him. My body is ready for him. It has been too long since he's been inside me, but I want to do this for him. He makes a noise low in his throat when I take the tip of his manhood into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it, and he pushes into my mouth. I look into his blue eyes, and he swears.

I let go of his dick with a loud pop when he picks me up and tosses me onto the bed. I sputter, but he doesn't say a word. He rolls onto his side and arranges me so that my bottom is braced by the fronts of his thighs and my calves are over him. Then he slides inside me slowly and deeply. He stretches me, and I feel the slight sting of not having been with him in so long.

His movements are slow and unhurried as he pushes and retreats with the tiniest rocking motion of his hips. Logan sits up on his bent arm so he can look down at me. His fingertips tug my nipples, and I don't care that I'm lying here with Logan and he's inside me and I'm completely exposed and he's watching me as I enjoy every second.

"I can't last very long," he warns.

"Don't wait for me," I insist. "I don't have to come."

He snorts, though it's more of a snuffly sound. "You do have to come." He slides his hands down to my cleft and between my lips, dipping his finger down and pulling back the essence that is us to slicken my clit. He rubs in tight little circles while he pumps into me slowly. I draw my lower lip between my teeth and open my eyes to find Logan staring into my face. God, he's so pretty.

"You do have to come," he repeats, and his words make my insides clench. I'm close. I'm so close. I ride his dick, rising and falling as he pulses inside me, and I let my legs fall open wider over his thighs. He uses the tips of all his fingers to rub my center, and we find a rhythm I like.

"Come on my dick, Em," he pleads. And it finally pushes me over the top. I break, wracked by my orgasm. I feel like I'm going to come apart, but then his fingers slow and he brings me down, quake by tiny quake, until he pushes inside me one last time and grunts, spilling himself inside me as he comes, soaking me with the most intimate part of him.

I lie there draped over his body, naked, trying to catch my breath. He pulls out of me slowly, shivering as he does so. "I'm afraid you're a mess," he tells me. He reaches for his crutches to pull himself up. "Let me get you a towel."

I jump up and scramble across the bed, snatching his crutches from his hand. He growls and reaches for them. I put them across the room so he can't get up. "Stay right there," I say, pointing my finger at him.

He laughs and pulls his shirt over his head. He never got fully undressed. "Can we take a nap?" he asks.

I go to the bathroom and clean myself up and then pad back into the room with a cloth wet with warm water. I pass it to him, and he cleans himself off and lies back on the bed, one arm behind his head so he can look at me. I'm bare-ass naked, and I don't care.

"I was going crazy waiting for them to leave," he admits. He scrubs his hands into his eyes. He looks like he's ready to drop.

"I was, too." I go get him a pain pill and some water, and I watch while he takes it. "Do you want something to eat?" I ask.

He shakes his head, yawning. "Want to take a nap with me?" He looks at me, and his love for me shines back in my face. I never thought I would ever feel this happy.

I climb into the bed and roll into his chest, into that space that's made just for me. We both have a ton of schoolwork to catch up on, but our instructors were accommodating when I told them what happened, particularly in Logan's situation. I've been taping my lectures, which I would do anyway, and I have been listening to them as I have time. He's much further behind than I am. "You have homework to do when you wake up," I warn. I snuggle into him.

"I plan to do a lot of things when I wake up," he says, yawning again. He chuckles.

"Such as?" I ask.

"You." He laughs and squeezes me tightly.

He lifts my arm and kisses the tattoo on my inner wrist. I look down at the tat that started it all. He set me free when he unlocked my world. He's the peace in my soul. He's the one who opened my shackles, and I'll love him forever.

"Promises, promises," I mutter. I close my eyes and fall asleep to the beat of his heart.

372.

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