Always The Hero (Plot Twist, I'm Pregnant 2)

“Logan,” I hiccupped his name.

“I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

I swung my legs over his lap and sat down, facing him. I wiped my face on my shirt and held his face in my hands. “Logan,” I breathed him in, the fear in my body leaving me completely as he wrapped his arms around me, circling me in safety.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, his blue eyes dancing over my face.

I shook my head. I wanted to feel something other than being afraid. I wanted to take control of something in my life. I leaned down and kissed Logan, the one man who gave me a chance when no one would, who believed in me, who cared about me, and I wanted to give myself over to him.

“Abigail, what are you—”

“Please,” I cut him off, bringing my lips to his again. “Touch me. I want to feel good. Make me feel good.”

His hands clutched the shirt I wore, his shirt, and his cock was hard between my legs. “You aren’t ready. You’re just scared. You had a nightmare—”

“I did, and then you were here, you’re always here for me,” I said. It had been a week since being with Logan, and it had been the best week of my life. It was natural being around him, like breathing or eating, just something I knew I had to do. It felt right. There weren’t many things in the last year that felt right, that made me happy, but Logan did, and I wanted to hold onto him and feel like this, feel right, for the rest of my life.

“And I will be here. We don’t have to do anything. Don’t feel like you have to do this because—”

I silenced him with a hard kiss, doing my best to take control and to show him how much I wanted him. I knew I wasn’t the best at this, but I wanted to try. Swirling my tongue against his, the wet velvet expertly dancing with mine. As soon as I thought I had control of the kiss, his hand cupped the back of my head to take the lead.

His arms were my safe haven, a place I knew I could go where nothing could harm me. I sank into him, letting my body be one with his body. It felt good to let the reserves go, to breathe, to just be. I had no reason to be afraid with Logan and about how I felt for him. If he didn’t want me here, then he would tell me or show me.

And the only thing he had shown me was love.

My hands draped down his muscular chest, and a shaky breath left him, and it made me smile against his lips. He made me feel so powerful in the simplest way. I was hardly touching him, but there he was, trembling and his cock his hard between my legs. My panties were damp from the thick heat of him, and all I wanted to do was feel him against me, inside me.

“Fuck, you’re killing me. I love the way you touch me,” he threw his head back, and the tendons and muscles in his neck strained. The column of his neck was strong, and his Adam’s apple was a beacon for my mouth. Feeling brave like I always did with Logan, I leaned down and pressed an opened mouth kiss on his neck.

The masculine groan that left him vibrated my lips, and it urged me to do it again. I followed his pulse, kissing and nipping, circling his Adam’s apple. I kissed down his neck, relishing in the taste of his salty skin. He was letting me take control. Logan knew I needed this. I kissed his collarbone and made my way down to his defined pectorals. I loved the square definition of them. They weren’t bulky or puffy from working out all the time. They were lean and trimmed from labor work.

He was the sexiest man I had ever seen, which didn’t say much since I couldn’t remember the majority of my life, but hell, I had a feeling no one would measure up to him.

“What are you doing?” he asked with eyes as big as the moon when I kissed my way down the middle of his stomach. “Really, you don’t have to. I’m with you regardless,” he said between jagged breaths, which only egged me on hearing how much I affected him.

“I might be really bad at this,” I warned, fingering the edge of his shorts. “I can’t remember ever doing it.”

He moaned, closing his eyes as he let my words sink it. “You could do anything you wanted to me, and it would be the best.” When he opened his eyes again, they were darker, and his hand let go of the sheet that he had previously fisted and played with the hem of the shirt I wore.

His shirt.

I always fell asleep in his shirt.

“But if we are doing this, you are overdressed,” he said, his voice husky as he lifted my shirt. I gulped as the shirt got higher, and my skin got exposed to the cool air. My vision got compromised from the shirt being lifted over my head, and I felt so vulnerable in that moment. I lifted my arm to cover myself but then decided against it. He wanted to see me, and I’d gained a little weight in the last week, so I knew I looked better than I did.

But my body against Logan’s, there was no comparison. He was much sexier.

“Look at you,” he said with awe, staring at my body like I was everything he had ever wished for.

I shook my head, a habit I formed over the last year, and then remembered that Logan wanted me to use my words. “Look at you,” I said. “You’re much sexier.”

He skimmed his hands up my body and around my small breasts, humming in appreciation as his knuckles glided over my beaded pink nipples. “We will have to agree to disagree because I’ve never seen anything as stunning as you. You’re everything I dreamed I wanted and more.” He palmed my tits, and I hissed, arching my back as he explored my body. “They fit perfectly in my palms. So fucking perfect,” he growled and yanked me against his chest, slamming his mouth against mine in a heated frenzy. His teeth clanked against mine, and he sucked my tongue into his mouth, and my clit t

hrobbed. Liquid gushed from me and soaked me further. He must have felt it because he moaned, broke the kiss, and pulled away from me.

“You have no idea how much I want to ravish you.”

I had an idea because I wanted to ravish him too. I slid down his body again and glanced up from between his legs, watching his chest rise and fall as he tried to catch his breath, but couldn’t because he anticipated my next move too much. I brought my eyes to the erection pressing against his shorts. It looked wide, the head fat and the ridge pronounced. Once I tugged his shorts down, everything changed.