Eat Crow (Cheap Thrills 6)

We were packed now, though, and a majority of it was in our cars, so we didn’t have a lot to do this morning except take the last bags and the animals out and drop it all off at the motel.

Plus, I’d set the alarm to go off two hours early, meaning we had time to do that before we got to work, and we had time to have a shower together.

And that’s why I was currently moving in and out of her, her body braced against the tiled wall with the spray on my back. My movements were slow and measured because I refused to rush through this moment with her.

It was different.

Feeling her walls starting to clench, I sucked her nipple hard, moaning around it when she spasmed around my length.

“More,” she gasped, digging her nails into my back.

Knowing now was the time, I lifted my head and waited for her to open her eyes as I gave her a hard thrust. The second

I had them on me, I stopped moving.

I wanted her attention. I wanted her focus. I wanted everything from Bexley Anne Heath.

I also wanted to get the words right the first time because I’d never said them before in my life.

“I love you,” I told her earnestly, enjoying how shocked she looked. “I feel like I’ve loved you my whole life. When you left, I felt like part of me was missing, like there was a hole somewhere that I wouldn’t ever be able to fill.”

Dropping her head down, so her forehead was on my shoulder, she whispered, “Logan.”

“I don’t have that empty space anymore. Now I feel like everything’s in place, and I’m finally happy, Bexley, all because of you. I love you more than I’ll ever be able to put into words, and I promise I’ll show you how much every day for the rest of our lives.”

Pulling out of her slightly, I pressed back through her tight walls, groaning as they squeezed me.

“I love you,” she whispered in my ear as she lifted her head. “I love you more than the tide loves the moon, and I promise I’ll show you how much every day for the rest of our lives.”

Turning my head to meet her mouth, I kissed her as I started thrusting back into her until she was crying out and I’d joined her.

It was a turning point in our relationship, but it felt like everything we experienced was a turning point in it. Did couples ever stop having those moments? It felt like they built the relationship and like they anchored it in place.

I wanted to have more of them so that we were a solid unit.

As the feeling came back into my body and my legs stopped feeling like they were going to give out, I nudged her jaw with my nose and kissed her slowly.

“Nothing’s ever going to hurt you,” I promised her, and I meant it. “I’m going to make sure of it.”

“That wasn’t a proposal, was it?” she mumbled into my mouth, twisting her hips to show what she meant and making me smile.

“No, baby. You’ll know it when I do it.”

“Thank God,” she sighed, leaning back against the wall again. “If I got married—and that’s a big if because I don’t feel the need to do it—there’s no way I could go around telling people that story when they asked.”

Bursting out laughing, I lowered my hands so that she could put her feet on the ground and pulled out of her slowly. “I’m fairly certain most of them have stories like that. They just choose to make up pretty ones, so their kids never know.”

The thoughtful and horrified look on her face as she considered this made me throw my head back and burst out laughing…

That was until I realized my parents could also be one of those couples.

“Why didn’t y’all move in with your parents?” Raoul asked as he leaned back in his chair. “The walls can’t be that thin.”

The motel in Piersville was owned by a woman called Hyacinth, who was the oldest resident of the town and hell on wheels. In fact, that was the name of the motel.

“Hyacinth’s place is beautiful,” DB said, reclining in his chair. This was the calm before the storm, and shooting the shit was helping all of us.

Looking like he hadn’t slept all night—which was true, seeing as how he’d been assisting the crime techs with what we’d found yesterday—Alejandro frowned into his cup of coffee. “Why are there lumps in the coffee today?”