Page 121 of Exposing Colorado

“Don't we all,” I huff, rolling my hips over the finger that he slips inside of me. “But if you wanted him? Or anyone else? We still belong to each other?”

Logan lifts his head, meeting my gaze. “I didn’t come back from the dead to live a lie, Salem. Not again.” His thumb brushes my clit so maddeningly slow that I could scream. “Dev was a moment. A messy, beautiful, painful moment. If he ever reaches out after working on his shit, then maybe. But you're still for me, and I'm still for you. Even then. Is that enough?”

I don’t know whether to kiss him or cry, because fuck, that kind of trust and devotion carves me open.

“Okay,” I whisper, pushing up the hem of his shirt. “Then let’s stop trying to figure out what we are. Let's just be.”

My husband ghosts his lips over mine. “Just Salem and Logan. Good friends.”

A laugh bursts out of me. “Best friends, actually.”

“Great pals. Old buds.” Humor graces his features when he lets his pants hit the floor. “Close chums.”

“Mm, closer than most, I'd say.” I press a hand to his stomach, running it over the soft line of hair trailing down to his underwear before tugging the material down. His hard cock springs free, long and smooth beneath my fingertips. My mouth waters when a drop of precum leaks from the tip.

Fuck, I want to taste him. But I also need to get him inside of me.

“Salem.”

My name falls from his lips like a prayer. I take his mouth again, kissing him deeply as I position his length at my dripping entrance. He thrusts forward suddenly, burying himself to the hilt in one fell swoop, and I claw at his shoulders with a gasp.

“Told you I wouldn't hold back,” he chuckles, licking down my jaw. “I'm going to fuck my wife through this wall until she can’t walk straight.”

“Oh my god.”

He pulls out before slamming back in, fucking me at an almost punishing pace. All I can do is hang on tight, thread my fingers through his hair, and let him get out months—if not years—of pent-up sexual frustration.

Each thrust slaps his pelvis against my clit just right, and I moan when he dives for my throat, sucking marks into my skin. “Where… Where is this coming from? I used to have to… mmm… force you to talk dirty.”

He laughs as his fingers pluck at my nipples. “I had four months to think about all the things I wanted to do to you, Salem. My imagination ran wild.”

Now that piques my interest. “Oh, do tell—” A yelp leaves my throat when he tips us backward onto the bed. I land on top of him, but before I can get my bearings, he tosses me around like a ragdoll and manhandles me until my ass is in the air. “Jesus Christ, Loge.”

“This was always a fantasy of mine,” he groans, yanking my underwear off before sliding back inside. I cry out into the comforter when the angle puts him at just the right spot, my hips meeting his movements thrust for thrust. He reaches around to play with my clit, gathering my wetness, but his touch soon disappears. As soon as I feel it trailing down my crease, I tense and glance over my shoulder to find him enraptured with the way I'm taking his cock.

“This okay?” he asks, his thumb slightly swirling around my asshole.

Realizing what he's asking, I relax and drop my forehead to the mattress. “Yeah. Fine.”

This is unexplored territory for us. Usually I'm the one playing with his ass, not the other way around. Anal has never been my thing, but tonight I want it all with him. I want to experience everything we nearly lost.

“Call Colorado if you change your mind,” he murmurs, slowing his pace to gently guide his thumb inside. It's a bit uncomfortable at first, but when I hear him spit to loosen me up, a shiver of pleasure shoots down my spine. This is so fucking filthy.

“Are you alright?”

I only respond with a moan. A gasp leaves my throat when he sinks deeper into my ass.

“Mm, fuck,” I breathe, rocking my hips so that I'm riding both his thumb and cock at the same time.

“Yeah? You like this?” Logan's free hand comes around to cup my tit. “You like being double-stuffed?”

Fisting the blanket, my walls clench around his shaft. I want more—I need more. “Harder. Please.”

With a muttered curse, he releases my nipple and grabs my waist before proceeding to fuck me into the mattress, just like I want. His thumb keeps me plugged, cock hitting my g-spot with every thrust and before I know it, I'm screaming through my teeth as I come so hard I see stars.

Logan follows soon after, spilling inside of me with that satisfied whimper I never thought I'd hear again. I wish I could record it and keep it in a file to listen to at night when I miss him.

Once he's finished, he pulls out as I catch my breath, eyes fluttering closed in exhaustion. The mattress dips like he's getting to his feet, and I turn in time to see him drop to his knees before he yanks me to the edge of the bed by my hips.