Rocket (Hell's Handlers MC 5)

God was she ever there. “Y-yes.”

“Come now.”

He thrust hard, three more times, before slamming deep and shooting inside her. As he did, he batted her hand away and pressed his thumb to her clit. Chloe went off like a whole display of fireworks.

Without meaning to, she dug her nails into the backs of his arms as she groaned through the epic climax. Her entire body shook, out of control for long seconds. With anyone else, she’d have been fearful of the vulnerable state, but not with Logan. After he roared out his own climax, he wrapped his strong arms around her and held her until the shaking subsided. Even after the most intense tremors died down, an occasional aftershock rippled through her. Might have something to do with the not completely soft cock still inside her.

“Thank you,” he said. The words were gruff and spoken into the top of her head. Chloe tried to look up, but he held her too tight. Perhaps he just wasn’t ready to bare more of himself tonight. Which was fine. He’d already given her more than anyone else, even his brothers.

“For what?” she asked.

“For giving me you.”

She smiled against his damp pec. With her eyes as heavy as they were, it didn’t take long before she was nodding off. The sound of Logan’s voice jerked her back to reality. “My life isn’t built for a relationship.” Pain lanced her heart, all the more agonizing for the fact she’d been soaring only seconds ago. Of course, he believed that. He still didn’t fully believe he wasn’t a monster. But they’d get there. As for their relationship?

She wasn’t built for one either. At least not anymore. She still had issues out the wazoo.

“Shh.” She put her hand over his mouth. “I don’t want to have this conversation. Not now. Maybe not ever. Can we just enjoy each other until it’s done?”

He was silent for a moment, then his soft lips caressed her palm. She pulled her hand back to allow him to speak. “Yeah. We can do that.” He kissed the top of her head. “You gonna be able to handle me or one of my brothers being your shadow until this shit with Esposito’s been resolved?”

“Pretty sure I’ll handle it better than Izzy.”

He grunted and tightened his arms. Right there, wrapped up in him, she felt invincible. There wasn’t a thing in the world that could touch her as long as Logan was around. They were a mess of sweaty post-sex stickiness, but neither moved. Logan’s shower wasn’t going anywhere and neither was he, at least not for the moment. She wasn’t going to risk missing this intimate moment to clean up. Later, they could shower together and hopefully she could talk him into another round.

He rubbed up and down her back in long, soothing strokes. Chloe’s eyelids drooped once again as a pleasant lethargy flowed through her. Finally, for the first time in months, she was going to sleep feeling completely safe and protected.

Still inside her, Logan started to thicken again. She must have made a noise of disbelief because he chuckled. “Can’t help it, baby. You’re too damn hot. But sleep for a bit. I promise he’ll come around again five seconds after you wake up.”

Safe. Protected. Happy.

She fell asleep surrounded by his warmth and crossing her fingers this would last longer than the niggling in her gut warned.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

THE FOLLOWING TWO weeks sailed by. In the daytime, when Logan was required to visit various job sites, Chloe completed her own work from his breathtaking house. They’d grabbed her laptop and a few paper files from her place the day after she arrived at his house.

Along with the French doors leading to the balcony, his master bedroom boasted a large arched bay window overlooking the mountains. After she’d spent twenty minutes gushing about the view, Logan had dragged a buttery soft leather recliner from an upstairs loft area over to the window. She spent hours at her computer managing her client’s accounts and occasionally getting lost in the scenery.

All in all, she hadn’t left the house much. Whenever Logan worked, another biker was parked outside, keeping an eye on things. Anything she needed, one of the prospects was tasked with fetching for her. And when Logan returned home each evening, she’d had no desire to leave him.

Home.

She ought to be careful throwing that word around so comfortably.

Bottom line, she’d spent a blissful fourteen days getting to know Logan on all levels. And she’d learned quite a bit about him. The man was a coffee fiend. Drank at least a pot of the stuff before noon. He was also neat. Crazy neat. Wouldn’t-leave-a-glass-in-the-sink neat. And he slept buck naked every night after making her lose her mind with pleasure. She still hadn’t ventured into any territory where he laid directly on top of her or caged her in, in any way, but they’d gotten creative with a myriad of other highly enjoyable positions.