Free Stay With Me by Maya Banks

groin.
    Warm, sweet, and spreading like honey, pleasure…love. She shook, and he held her. His cry sounded in her ears as he flooded into her.
    Suddenly she was swept into the grip of yet another orgasm, sharper this time, the first merely a prelude.
    “Logan!” she gasped.
    He fused his mouth to hers, gasping for breath even as he took hers. He devoured her, ravenous, hungry. His teeth grazed her lips, nipped then sucked avidly.
    His hands gripped her buttocks, pressing her against him as he bucked underneath her. Finally he slowed, his thrusts more gentle, long and easy.
    She came to rest on top of him, her body limp and satisfied, draped across him like a rag. His hands caressed her, moving over her curves with tenderness that made her ache.
    “Can you reach the covers?” he asked faintly. “Because I’m not sure I can move.”
    She chuckled softly and reached blindly down, groping for the sheets. She made a halfhearted kick then pulled them over her body to cover them both.
    “Another nap sounds pretty damn good,” he murmured in her ear.
    “Want me to move?” she asked in a sleepy voice, though she had no desire to go anywhere.
    “Don’t move a muscle. You feel good.”
    “Love you,” she whispered.
    “I love you too, baby.”
    He squeezed her close to him, and for the first time in a long time, she felt like things would actually be all right.

Chapter Ten
    Logan got up the next morning, the pale light of dawn filtering through the drapes. Rhys was sprawled on the couch across the suite, and Logan winced at how uncomfortable he looked.
    He pulled on a pair of shorts then walked over to Rhys and shook him awake.
    “You look like hell, man,” Logan said in amusement.
    “Gee thanks,” Rhys said around a yawn.
    “Look, I wanted to say thanks for yesterday.”
    Rhys sat up and wiped the sleep from his eyes. “Not a problem.”
    “I’d like to return the favor this morning. I need to make phone calls so we can kick-start this vacation. I know we were supposed to all have breakfast together, but why don’t I leave you with Catherine, and I’ll catch up to you later on the beach.”
    Rhys nodded and looked over at the bed. Longing flickered in his eyes.
    “I’ll hop in the shower and be out of here in ten minutes,” Logan promised.
    Rhys hauled himself up and headed for the bed. He crawled up next to Catherine and pulled her into his arms.
    She muttered a sleepy “Rhys”, and Logan smiled. He felt lighter today. He felt hope. The mind-numbing panic was, for the moment, gone.
    He and Rhys were getting another chance, and he was determined they wouldn’t fuck it up.
    ***
    Catherine woke to Rhys’ lips pressing tender kisses over her shoulder.
    “Morning, sleeping beauty,” he murmured.
    She turned over and cuddled into his chest. “Where were you?” she asked.
    “I was here. I slept on the couch. Miss me?”
    She put her hand to his chest, content to touch him. “Very much. Where’s Logan?”
    “He’s making phone calls.”
    She stiffened, and Rhys cupped her chin, forcing her gaze upward. “It’s not what you think, Cat. When we flew down here, we weren’t sure if we’d find you or if you were even here. We left abruptly, and no one knows where the hell we are. He needs to smooth some things with the company and make it so we can spend the rest of our vacation here with you.”
    Shame crowded her mind. “I’m sorry. I know I’m oversensitive. I don’t expect you to drop everything.”
    “No, but you should be able to expect our attention. Our love and our regard. From now on, you’ll have those things. I swear it.”
    She smiled and reached up to kiss him. “So is it just you and me for breakfast?”
    “Hmm, well I know what I want,” he murmured.
    She gasped as he began to make his way down her body with those sinful lips. When he reached her belly, she felt a flutter, a warm sensation as he kissed where his child was cradled.
    She should tell them now. No, the announcement