Page 135 of The Risk Taker

Our rhythm turns messy and fast, like we can’t get close enough. He braces a hand beside my head, letting me fuck him while he rocks down to meet me, grinding every time our hips collide.

Logan groans, biting his lip as he rides me. His cock is leaking over me, dripping and I know he’s close. I slide my hand between us and stroke him. He chokes on a moan, his body stuttering as he rides me faster.

“You gonna come?” he pants.

“Yeah.” My voice cracks. “Fuck, I’m close.”

“Come inside me. I want it.”

My hips stutter at his words, and I groan when I come hard inside him, filling him up with every drop.

I grip his hips as he squeezes every last drop out of me, but Logan doesn’t stop. He drops his head, placing both hands on my chest as he bounces on my cock, chasing his orgasm.

“Fuck, baby,” I moan, the overstimulation blurring everything.

He grabs my wrist and wraps my hand around his dick.

“Finish me,” he grits out. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

I stroke him rough and fast, just like he likes it, and he loses it a few seconds later.

“God—fuck—fuck—” he gasps, and then he’s coming, hard, spilling across my chest. He’s still grinding down on my cock and my dick twitches, still hard inside him, like I could fucking come twice.

I don’t stop until he whines and moans, his thighs trembling around me as he drops forward, his skin slick with sweat.

We’re both still gasping, shaking, trying to catch our breaths, my cock still buried deep inside him.

The room smells like sweat and sex, and I’ve never felt more wrecked or more at peace in my life.

Eventually, he shifts just enough to slide off me, my softening cock slipping free, and we both groan at the feel. He rolls onto his side, his head propped up on one arm, the other tracing lazy fingers over my chest.

Even though he’s wrecked and slick with sweat, he still looks so stupidly beautiful. I reach up and tuck some of that sweaty hair out of his face and let my hand rest there a second, brushing my thumb along his jaw.

“I want to tell everyone.”

He stills, his eyes flicking to mine like he’s not sure he heard me right.

“I mean it,” I add. “I want people to know. About me… about us.”

“You don’t have to,” he says. “I know I told you I was tired of being a secret. But… honestly, I’d rather have you in secret than not have you at all.”

The words hit me right in the chest. Because I can’t stand the idea of him bending himself small for me. Not after everything he’s already had to bend around.

“No,” I say, sitting up a little, sliding my hand down his arm until our fingers find each other. “You don’t have to choose between those two things. You were right. You deserve to be loved, Logan.” My chest tightens. “And I want to prove I’m not ashamed of you. Scared?” I shrug. “Yeah. Maybe a little. But never ashamed.”

His shoulders drop in relief and I thread my fingers through his as he rests his head on my chest.

It feels so right having him here. It feels like theonlything in my life that’s right.

“I applied to the contest.”

That startles him enough, that he drags his gaze back to mine. “Yeah?”

I nod, and I can’t help the smile that tugs at my mouth. “Yeah.”

His smile widens into a wide grin. “I’m so fucking proud of you,” he says, pressing his lips to mine. “I can’t wait to see it in stores and tell everyone my boyfriend wrote it.”

My heart jumps. Actually jumps at those words.