Rebel Call it love at first sight or second sight—whatever. All I know is that I think my heart might already belong to Logan. You should never judge a book by its cover; Logan is a big fellow and quite scary looking. Being carried by the brute was a surprise. I thought people would laugh at us,
Rebel After I've spoken, silence falls, but it's not a comfortable one. It feels like knives are poking holes into my heart. Logan hasn't said a word. It makes this even harder. Truthfully, I don't want him to leave. Not when I'm so lonely in my suffering. This stupid cancer is tearing me apart.
Not a word is spoken, yet the moment is making my heart race. I open my fist and place my clump of hair in Logan's big hand. If he looked confused before, it's nothing compared to this. He stares down at the hair, and my heart pounds so fast I'm afraid I might die. "I have..." I shut my eyes. This
Tears swell up again, and Logan sighs heavily. "You're killing me with the crying, Rebel. I hate this... Can we get under the covers? I'm having trouble not hugging you." I smile faintly. "I would like that..." "So I'm welcome to stay?" "Of course." "Good, because I need a cuddle session after h
Rebel "Yes," I whisper from my place among the pillows. Pulsations are shooting between my legs, and my voice turns frustrated. "I want you, Logan, but..." "But?" I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, hesitating. The truth is that with a body as impressive as the one belonging to Logan, I want to
Say what now?! "While standing?" Logan's smirk grows when my breath hitches. There is dark amusement in his eyes, and I know he enjoys making me nervous. "Do you trust me? I promise I won't bite... Unless you want me to?" Even though this is new to me, I'm excited. "I trust you." "Turn around."
A look of admiration passes Logan's face. "You want me that badly, huh?" I place my hands on the side of his face. "Stop teasing me." He smirks and then leans in for a kiss. I realize it's a distraction because his cock enters me a half-second later. It forces its way up my tight walls, sliding up
Logan Leaving Rebel doesn't feel right. I'm sitting at a cafe at the airport with a frown. I have barely even touched my vanilla latte, which is a favorite of mine, so something is wrong. And I know what: conflicted emotions. The past two days with Rebel have been too good to be true. We went s