Page 69 of Sin for You

“It’s fine.” I sat up and shoved my hair out of my face. “I thought as much.” I took him in, and a little shiver moved through me. “I know you’ve had stuff to deal with the last couple of days and I wanted to be here for you. I, ah…I spoke to Mase. He told me what he said to you. He feels crappy, by the way. He was drunk.”

“I know.” Bull pulled his hat off and tossed it aside. He planted his hands on his hips. “I guess I let it get to me, and then this shit with Dane.”

I didn’t want him apologizing. We’d both made mistakes, multiple times. I just wanted him in this bed with me. “I missed you,” I said.

His chest rose and fell sharply. “Christ, sweets, missed you, too.”

“Are you going to get in here with me anytime soon?”

“Let me just grab a shower. Be right back.”

I giggled when he turned and his shoulder glanced off the doorframe and he stumbled to the right then threw me a sheepish grin.

Again, I tried to stay awake, but I just couldn’t manage it. I woke the next time to a dark room and Bull at my back, plastered against me, naked, skin hot, and his arms wrapped around me.

He was also hard, really, really hard.

“How long have you been lying here with me?” I said into the darkness. I knew he was awake by the way he was breathing.

“About an hour,” he said, voice rough.

“You should’ve woken me.”

“Nah,” he rumbled. “When you find Sleeping Beauty in your bed, you let her sleep.”

I turned in his arms. “What does that make you…Daddy Bear?”

He growled. “Wrong fairy tale. If I was Daddy Bear, that’d make you Goldilocks.” He rubbed my hair between his thick fingers. “That wouldn’t work. But you can still call me Daddy Bear if you like.”

I lifted one of my legs over his hip and he growled again softly, his long, thick, beautiful cock growing harder between us. I laughed softly, breathlessly, then leaned up and kissed him. “I’m glad I’m here,” I whispered.

Bull pressed his forehead to mine. “Shit, sweets, I’m sorry I went dark on you, so fucking sorry. I’m not used to sharing with anyone except Cal and Dane, and I fucked up. Sometimes things get the better of me and I need to check out for a bit.”

My heart squeezed, and though I knew it was asking too much, I wished he’d share with me rather than locking it all up. “I get it. This stuff with Dane, you must be worried.”

He released a ragged breath. “I just…I keep failing my family, Quinn, over and over again. I knew Dane was going through something and I wasn’t there when he needed me. I wasn’t there for him when he was a kid and I wasn’t when he went to fucking Rutherford and beat the fuck out of some asshole.”

I curled my fingers around the side of his neck, hurting for him, hating that he was blaming himself for this. “Bull, this wasn’t your fault.”

He shook his head. “I fucked up, Quinn, like I did back then. I was the oldest, and I failed Cal and Dane and Gran. When Dane got sick and the medical bills were piling up, I tried to find an easy way out, fast money. Should have protected them. Instead, I brought drugs into our home, caused Dane to be taken from us, and Cal was almost killed in a car wreck. I fucked up so bad I ended up in prison. Cal was left to deal with the aftermath on his own. And now Dane is looking at prison time as well because I wasn’t paying attention. Fuck.”

I squeezed the side of his neck until I had his eyes on me. “You were young. People make mistakes. You thought you were doing the right thing for your family,” I said, trying to get through to him. “You need to stop blaming yourself, Logan.”

He didn’t reply, was punishing himself, and I knew there was nothing I could say to change his mind right then. But I could make him forget, for a little while anyway.

I pressed my lips to his, his rough breaths puffing from his nose between us, heart hammering against mine. “You’re a good man, Logan Calero,” I said against his lips and kissed him again.

His arms tightened around me and he kissed me back. It started slow and soft, but it became more urgent, got deeper, within minutes.

“God, this last week has been so hard, Logan,” I said, my mouth still moving against his, his beard tickling.

One of his hands slid to my ass, fingers flexing. “Yeah.”

I pressed a kiss to his chest and looked up at him. “I know what it’s like to have you inside me, how you move, the sounds you make. I like it, Logan, all of it. I missed it. I missed you.” I felt vulnerable saying it, putting that out there, but I wanted him to know. He’d given me more of him, and he deserved the same in return.

“So what’re you gonna do about it?” he said in that rough-as-hell sexy voice. Yes, he needed this from me as much as I needed to give it to him.

I pushed at his shoulder, and he rolled to his back following my silent request. He watched as I slipped off my underwear and climbed up on top of him.