Logan (Filthy Rich Alphas)

But today, I would ask again.

I’d waited patiently for four more months—never bringing it up. Never leaving around any hints about how much I needed her. And I craved her so. Every minute we spent together wasn’t enough. Every weekend she lay in my bed couldn’t satisfy my hunger. Every morning that I woke to her, made me crazier for her.

At this rate, I didn’t just want her to move into my condo, I was willing to put a ring on her finger.

That’ll really scare her. It’ll be too soon.

I pressed on the breaks right at the red light and drowned in the lush sensations of Mia’s mouth on my cock.

How the hell does she think I wouldn’t marry her, after this blow job? I might take her to the jewelry store right now!

“Oh, baby.” I closed my eyes and squeezed the steering wheel, not caring if the light had turned green. I sat in that lane, swimming in burning hot pleasure, groaning like a mad man as she sped up her mouth’s movements. “Yes, Mia, baby. Right there. Suck it for me.”

A soft moan left her throat. I knew my baby so well. Knew that her pussy was all wet and creamy just because she was sucking my cock.

That was how much she loved blow jobs.

Jesus Christ. How did I get so lucky?

I couldn’t help it. I gripped the back of her hair, slowly guiding her deeper onto my cock, biting my lip the whole time. Lust raged through every pore. I was close to erupting.

Horns blared behind us.

Neither of us cared.

“Fuck, Mia.” I rocked my cock into her mouth, slowly losing control. Come threatening to blast through.

“Hey, asshole!” someone yelled, “Drive!”

“Oh, Mia.” I came hard inside her wet mouth. “Fuck!”

My hot cum filled her, and she sucked it out of my cock like a pro, swallowing it down. My body vibrated. My fucking ears rang.

“Holy shit.” I gritted my teeth and finished coming.

Another horn blared.

“Damn it!” I opened my eyes, blinked, blew out a long breath, and drove through the green light. “Damn that was a really bad idea that we should do again and again. . .and again.”

Mia rose and wiped her lips as she leaned back in the passenger seat. “You know what you do to me, when you take that big cock out.”

“You shouldn’t have told me how wet you were getting. Because of that, I had to show you how hard I was getting.”

“You started with the dirty talk.” She wiped her mouth some more. “And the licking this morning.”

“That’s all I did was lick?” I rounded the corner.

“No, you devoured my pussy.” She gazed down at her thighs. “It might not be there anymore.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll check after we get the books. Remember. If—

“Yes. Yes. If we have to knock over people to get the book, then that’s what we’ll do.”

“I have bail money.”

“Yes. You do.” Her phone rang. She pulled it out of her purse, shook her head, and put it back in there.

“Dummy again?” I asked.

“I think so. It’s another new number that I don’t recognize.”

That shit annoyed me. Dummy wanted her back. He’d been calling her and leaving messages on her phone every month. Each time he used a new number that she would have to block.

Karan no longer fucked with him, but last week he’d given me Dummy’s new address. He’d bunked with Ashley who apparently was desperately trying to hold on to him.

“Well.” I shrugged. “We had a deal.”

“Logan.”

“I told you I would let you handle it. You did. He’s still calling. I’m going to break his arm. Rob is going to break his leg.”

She sighed. “I just don’t want you two to get in trouble.”

“Rob and I will pay him a visit tomorrow and knock him around a few times. Something light.”

She frowned.

“I do have bail money.”

“Logan—”

“But, I do, and he needs a couple more fists to the jaw to straighten this all out.” I parked the car, put my cock back in my pants, and zipped it up. “You promised.”

“I did.”

“Now, you let your brother and me handle it.”

“Okay.” Worry covered her face.

“On another note, I’m glad you enjoyed this morning.”

The worry left her face. “I didn’t know a tongue could do that.”

“Your pussy inspired those new moves.”

She smiled. “I hope to bring out more of your creative juices.”

Damn, I’m lucky.

Silence hit us as we stared at each other. I wondered what ran through her mind. We didn’t talk about the past anymore. We’d been too busy in the beginnings of love—staying up all night on the phone, spending every free minute together, pillow talks from sunset to dawn, and even discussions about the future.

Right as she was about to open her door and leave the car, I stopped her. “Wait.”

She turned back to me. “What’s wrong? You’re not afraid I’m going to prove you wrong about Mulligan’s transformation from the mercury stones.”