Free Indestructible by Angela Graham

you know, hanging out.”
    “Okay.” No, I didn’t know . Why the hell was he being so weird?
    “We were just chilling out. Video games and guy shit.”
    “You don’t strike me as the gamer type.”
    A slight smirk curved his lips. The resemblance to Logan was striking. “And what type of guy do I strike you as?”
    “The type that thinks a bit too much of himself.”
    He cocked one brow as he rocked back on his heels. “Well, you’re right. I’m not much of a gamer, but I have plenty of other activities to keep me occupied, as you may recall.” His eyes brightened. Ah, of course. How could I forget catching him with the redhead?
    “Aren’t you proud?” I drawled out as I opened the door to Logan’s room and stepped inside. “And Jax? Refer to me as a vagina again, and you’ll find out Logan isn’t the only one to be afraid of.”
    And with that, I shut the door and left him in the hall. I shook my head to myself, grinning. I never thought I’d actually be there, ready to climb into Logan West’s bed to sleep. Yeah, it wasn’t a thought I’d had before, but now, it was paradise.
    The giant bed in the center of the room beckoned me, and I wasn’t stopping until I was back under those blankets, saturated in Logan’s scent.
     

Chapter Six
Bliss
    The tingling sensation of warm, firm fingertips brushing across my ankle rattled me from my dream. It was a sweet one, too, in which my feet dangled from my treehouse, my body wrapped in the strong arms of the man I adored.
    My breath caught and body stilled, paralyzed until I heard a sweet voice.
    “My love.”
    I released the breath but remained absolutely still. I’m safe. It was Logan’s voice, soft but clear.
    I forced myself to remain on my stomach, where I always slept. I bathed in his touch, exposed and cherished under his tantalizing stare that I could feel upon me even without peeking.
    His fingers continued deftly under the blanket from the end of the bed and up my leg on a devious adventure. They trailed over my ass, which was shielded in nothing but a string of lace. His palms pushed deep into my flesh, the pressure of his short nails awakening the skin as they dug in. It was an exhilarating albeit brief sensory delight before they traveled back down the other leg. I smiled into the pillow, feigning sleep.
    The security of his touch was like a soothing balm taking control of my senses. A zing of electric current nipped the left side of my body, and I knew he was close. He was silent, and no longer touching me.
    It was nearly impossible to remain still, but I was resolute. How far would he take his little exploration? He wouldn’t give up so easily. I knew better.
    The tug of the blanket was slow, unwrapping me just to the waist, keeping my bottom half covered. I forced the giggle bubbling up to cease, sucking my lips in tightly so there was no signal I was awake. It felt good there, at his will. I didn’t want it to end.
    “So lucky,” he murmured, slipping his hand under my shirt again and outlining the contours of my spine with his thumb.
    Unable to resist the scent of him, I wore one of his shirts. I’d spent time lying in bed earlier seriously debating whether he’d mind if I snatched a couple before I returned home.
    He stopped at my bra and slipped his fingers underneath, where he unhinged the clasp expertly. I lay there while his fingers stroked down and back up again. I wanted the shirt gone. His warm lips were pressed right above the fabric on my bare shoulder. There was no stopping the building shiver he produced. The bed dipped beside me with his weight, his other hand brushing down my ass as he lowered the blankets to my knees.
    There was no denying the low growl deep in his throat. My smile was back, swirling with pure satisfaction. Who would’ve thought I could affect him as much as he did me?
    He tucked the comforter snugly around my bare legs, keeping them warm but giving him access to the rest of me.
    My caring, stealthy