Offside (The Barker Triplets 1)

The pressure inside her was fierce and her hips began to move, though he controlled the rhythm, while holding her steady in his hands. And what a rhythm it was. Highly erotic-slow, sure, strokes filling her completely, and each one brought her closer the edge.

Sweat beaded along his top lip and she bent forward, her tongue flickering out as she kissed the moisture away, gasping when his thrusts intensified.

“You feel so good inside me,” she breathed against his neck, unashamed to say what was she was feeling. How could she? She had dreamed about this—about having sex with Logan for years.

That first time had been incredible. But it had been a first time.

This? This was insane and so much headier, harder, sexier than she’d ever imagined.

His right hand cupped her head and he thrust his tongue inside her mouth, while his other palmed her ass and kept her steady as she rode him, meeting his thrusts with equal force.

“I can’t hold off, babe,” he said hoarsely, his eyes drunk with passion.

Billie groaned as the pressure inside her liquefied into a hot flash that ebbed and flowed as his thrusts became faster, harder.

And when his fingers dug into her, when he thrust that last time and came, she was right there with him.

Billie’s orgasm was unlike any she’d experienced before. It was so incredible that as she collapsed on Logan, her sweat slicked body shuddering, her first thought was that she’d never had one before.

Was it possible?

This connection she felt to Logan was soul shattering—it went beyond the physical and landed pretty much right smack in the middle of a bond that she didn’t understand.

Or maybe she just didn’t want to think about sharing something so incredible with a person, and knowing that it might not ever happen again. Or worse. What if Logan only felt half as much as she did, the physical half and not the other?

She struggled to breathe. To think coherently. To stop over analyzing.

Logan was still inside her and she didn’t want to give up any of that just yet.

“That was incredible,” Logan said lazily, his fingers deep in her hair, massaging her scalp. He kissed the side of her neck and she closed her eyes, unable to vocalize her feelings.

She nodded instead, and rested her cheek on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart.

Then something caught her eye and she froze.

“Uh, your cat…”

He shifted slightly and she moved so that she could see his eyes. “Weird?”

“He’s weird?” she repeated.

“No,” Logan grinned, “that’s his name.”

She arched her eyebrow and nodded toward the end of the bed, and Logan followed her gaze.

Weird sat, not far from their tangle of feet, with his one eye trained on them, unflinching, though his whiskers twitched a bit as if he found them somewhat amusing.

“Oh,” Billie giggled. “Weird appears to be a bit of a pervert.”

“Agreed.”

And then Logan kissed her again, making all rational thought fly away, and the two of them proceeded to give Weird an entirely new X-rated show to watch.

Chapter Twenty-one

Logan tossed their dirty dishes into the dishwasher and glanced at the clock. It was 8:30 and unless he got his ass in gear and hit the shower, he’d be late for work.

“Hey, you forgot one.”