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Smart, Sexy and Secretive (The Reed Brothers 2)

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“You need some pain meds?” I ask.

He shakes his head and motions me forward. “Not yet,” he says as he pulls me down to sit on his good knee. He has the other propped on the coffee table. He winces as he moves, though. He’s hurting. I can tell. He lifts the edge of my shirt so he can slip his hand beneath it to lie against my skin. His head falls back on the edge of the couch, and he looks at me through half-closed blue eyes that simmer.

Goodness, he’s handsome. And he’s all mine.

His hand tracks up under my shirt until he hefts the weight of my breast in his hand. His thumb swipes across my nipple, and it shoots straight to the center of me.

“Logan,” I protest mildly. “You’re not well enough for fooling around.” I cover his hand with mine and press down. But the heat of his hand seeps through my shirt. I arch my back pressing closer to him. I can’t help it. He’s Logan.

He leans me back so that I’m snuggled in the crook of his arm, lying across his lap. He tugs my shirt up above my br**sts and looks down at me, licking his lips. He flicks the front opening of my bra and bends his head to take my nipple into his mouth.

I am swaddled in him as his tongue has its wicked way with me. My breath catches, and I can’t keep from squirming in his lap. He chuckles, and it’s a breathy sound. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you,” he says.

With a flip of his wrist, he unbuttons my jeans and lowers the zipper. He looks into my eyes as he slides his hand in the front of my panties. He glides across my heat and goes straight for my clit. His hand is hampered by the tightness of my jeans, and he moves in small, tight circles. I need more than that. “Let’s go to bed,” I say.

“Thought you’d never ask,” he says with a laugh. I help him to his feet and put his crutches under him, and he hobbles slowly toward the bedroom.

“Are you sure you don’t need pain medication?” I ask. He looks tired around his eyes.

He shakes his head, leans his crutches against the bed, and shoves his gym shorts and his boxers down to his knees. I walk over and pull off his shoe, then roll his sock down. It takes a minute to get his shorts over his cast, but I do it. He’s rock hard, and his manhood bobs in my face.

“You know, when you woke up, you were pretty drugged up, and you mentioned to Sam that I don’t spend enough time down here.” I take him in my hand and look up at him.

“I did?” he chokes out. He pushes into my grip. “I didn’t mean to. I never talk about stuff that personal with them.” He tips my chin up. “You believe me, don’t you?”

I nod. I lick across the purple head of him. My body is ready for him. It has been too long since he’s been inside me, but I want to do this for him. He makes a noise low in his throat when I take the tip of his manhood into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it, and he pushes into my mouth. I look into his blue eyes, and he swears.

I let go of his dick with a loud pop when he picks me up and tosses me onto the bed. I sputter, but he doesn’t say a word. He rolls onto his side and arranges me so that my bottom is braced by the fronts of his thighs and my calves are over him. Then he slides inside me slowly and deeply. He stretches me, and I feel the slight sting of not having been with him in so long.

His movements are slow and unhurried as he pushes and retreats with the tiniest rocking motion of his hips. Logan sits up on his bent arm so he can look down at me. His fingertips tug my ni**les, and I don’t care that I’m lying here with Logan and he’s inside me and I’m completely exposed and he’s watching me as I enjoy every second.

“I can’t last very long,” he warns.

“Don’t wait for me,” I insist. “I don’t have to come.”

He snorts, though it’s more of a snuffly sound. “You do have to come.” He slides his hands down to my cleft and between my lips, dipping his finger down and pulling back the essence that is us to slicken my clit. He rubs in tight little circles while he pumps into me slowly. I draw my lower lip between my teeth and open my eyes to find Logan staring into my face. God, he’s so pretty.

“You do have to come,” he repeats, and his words make my insides clench. I’m close. I’m so close. I ride his dick, rising and falling as he pulses inside me, and I let my legs fall open wider over his thighs. He uses the tips of all his fingers to rub my center, and we find a rhythm I like.

“Come on my dick, Em,” he pleads. And it finally pushes me over the top. I break, wracked by my orgasm. I feel like I’m going to come apart, but then his fingers slow and he brings me down, quake by tiny quake, until he pushes inside me one last time and grunts, spilling himself inside me as he comes, soaking me with the most intimate part of him.

I lie there draped over his body, naked, trying to catch my breath. He pulls out of me slowly, shivering as he does so. “I’m afraid you’re a mess,” he tells me. He reaches for his crutches to pull himself up. “Let me get you a towel.”

I jump up and scramble across the bed, snatching his crutches from his hand. He growls and reaches for them. I put them across the room so he can’t get up. “Stay right there,” I say, pointing my finger at him.

He laughs and pulls his shirt over his head. He never got fully undressed. “Can we take a nap?” he asks.

I go to the bathroom and clean myself up and then pad back into the room with a cloth wet with warm water. I pass it to him, and he cleans himself off and lies back on the bed, one arm behind his head so he can look at me. I’m bare-ass naked, and I don’t care.


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