I woke to hot breath against my neck and something heavy around my stomach. It took a few minutes for my mind to fully wake up and remember where I was, forgetting for a moment that I wasn't home.

Blinking the fog out of my eyes I looked down at the tattooed arm draped across my stomach. I followed it up and noticed a hand was grabbing one of my boobs over the shirt I threw on last night. I couldn't turn my head to see who was wrapped around me but I didn't need to.

My mind took that moment to replay everything that happened last night. From Logan pinning me against the door so I wouldn't leave, to being pounded into the bed until we were both exhausted.

Despite being sore between my legs I felt myself pulse just thinking of the things Logan did last night. I waited for the regret to come forward but none came. There was no part of me that regretted what we did last night. How could I when it was the best night of my life?

The stupid voice in my head tried to rear its head. What if Logan didn't feel the same way? I instantly silenced that thought. There is no way Logan didn't feel what I felt last night. Not with the way he moaned dirty things in my ear and only stopped long enough for us to catch our breath before his hand was between my thighs again.

I had no clue what time it was but there was no way I was getting out of Logan's hold. Who would have thought he liked to cuddle. My lips tugged up at the way he held my boob, like it was comforting. Not a single part of me wanted to move. Being wrapped in Logan's arms felt like home. Like I was meant to be right here and never leave.

I wasn't sure how long I laid there when Logan moved. I for sure thought he would wake up but instead he got even more comfortable. His head moving to my chest, his arm wrapping even tighter around my waist and tugging me towards his body. Even his legs were intertwined with mine.

I know Logan hasn't ever said but I know sleep doesn't come easy. For months I heard my brother pacing around the house when he came home from deployment. Would hear him waking up in the middle of the night screaming. He thought I didn't hear but I did. I know the signs. Logan can try and hide the fact he doesn't sleep but when he's at the bakery just as early as I am, eyes droopy, I know what is going on.

That is why I wasn't planning on moving until he was ready to get up. Logan's new position freed up my arm, letting me softly run my fingers through his hair. I was too caught up in everything last night to focus on how soft his hair was. The silky strands softer then I even imagined.

Even with a 200lb pure muscle man laying on top of me I was comfortable. The room was a bit cold but Logan was acting as my own personal heater. I laid there, eyes closing, as I ran my fingers through Logan's hair.

I almost started falling back to sleep, when Logan move. My hands stilled in his hair as I felt him tense on top of me. I didn't make a noise as Logan moved slowly moved off of me, sitting up in the bed with his back to me.

My eyes were glued to his back. It was then I noticed something I hadn't last night. My eyes widened as I noticed multiple scars along his back. There were two long cuts, like someone had a knife and swiped it across his back. They weren't that raised and looked to be a few years older. I winced imagining how painful those must have been.

When my eyes landed on the next scar I stilled. I knew that scar. I've seen that scar on my brother. Logan's been shot? How did I not feel that last night? Every part of me wanted to ask what happened but I knew if I did he wouldn't answer.

Being around my brother and the vets at the VA I learned that if someone wanted to talk about their scars they had to bring it up themselves. So instead I bit my tongue and sat there silently. He had yet to talk, making the tension in the room grow.

When a good three minutes passed I couldn't stand it anymore.

"Logan?" I whispered. I wasn't sure why I whispered but the silence in the room was growing. When he didn't turn around I sat up. "You okay?"

"Fine." His words were clipped. Please don't turn back to asshole Logan.

"Okay." I wasn't sure if I should push him to talk or not. When he still didn't make a move to say anything I knew it was best to leave him be. If he wanted act like this then he can do it alone.

Pushing the covers back I swung my legs off the bed. Right now I was grateful I threw on one of Logan's shirts last night. As soon as I stood a groan escaped my lips. I put a hand on the bed as my legs wobbled a little. Having someone lay on top of me paired with what we did last night, my legs were a little weak.

I felt Logan's eyes on me as I slowly walked towards the bathroom. I forgot what its like post sex and how sore you feel.

"Fuck." Logan's curse had me stopping and glancing at him over my shoulder. He was looking at me with a pained expression. I followed his gaze to the back of my thighs and little bit of ass that was sticking out from under his shirt. Seeing the lightly pink flesh I felt a rush between my legs. I completely forgot about that. It didn't even hurt.

"No, big deal." I shrugged.

"No, big deal?" Logan's echoed incredulously. "Your ass is red Olivia."

He was looking at me like I was losing my mind. Like I should be appalled or something.

"It's pink not red." I turned around to face him, crossing my arms. Logan's eyes narrowed at me.

"Don't get smart with me." This time I couldn't control my eye roll.

"Seriously Logan? You're acting like I was put in the hospital. It's no big deal."

Logan got off the bed, crossing his arms as he stood in a wide stance. It took everything in me not to stare at his bare chest. Now was not the time.

"Olivia." There was that tone again. His 'don't-argue-with-me' tone. While it was hot last night right now it was just annoying.

"What is your problem?" I glared back at him. He was clearly in his head about last night. If this was his way of pushing me away he was only succeeding in making me pissed at him.

"I could have hurt you Olivia! You can barely walk and your ass..." He trailed off, clenching his jaw as his hands came up to run through his hair.

"Will you stop treating me like I'm made of glass." I snapped. "In case you have forgotten I'm not a little kid anymore."

"You're 25."

"You had no problem fucking this 25 year old last night." I shot back. I felt a little bit of satisfaction at the way his eyes widened at my words. "You're acting like I didn't enjoy what we did last night." Like he somehow forced myself on me when that was far from the truth. I wanted last night just as much as he did.

"Did it look like I was complaining last night?" I raised an eyebrow. I tried to keep my face blank as I recalled last night. Him spanking my ass while calling my filthy names. Choking me until I came so hard I saw stars.

I had always been shy voicing what I wanted in bed. Never really getting the courage to tell my partner to be rougher. Last night Logan didn't need me to ask, he just knew. It was like he was made just for me.

He didn't seem convinced making me roll my eyes again.

"Whatever."

"Olivia." Ignoring him I turned back around.

"I'm going to shower."

I didn't hear Logan behind me as I stepped into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror only to find him right behind me. I kept my eyes on him as he stepped behind me. Arms coming down on the counter, caging me against the counter and his body. He towered over my frame, once again reminding me how much taller he was than me.

"What did I say about walking away from me." He looked at me through the mirror with a raised eyebrow.

"You clearly don't listen to me so why should I listen to you?" I shot back. I knew I was poking the bear but I wanted Logan to stop acting like this self-righteous asshole. Like he knew what was best for me. News flash, he didn't.

The longer we stood there staring at one another the tension between us seemed to simmer down.

"I didn't mean to be so rough with you last night." He finally spoke after a few minutes. His voice gruff. Eyes cast down.

"You weren't."

"You don't-" I placed my hands over his on the counter and leaned back against him.

"Stop. Look at me." I waited until he was looking at me. "Do I look hurt?" Logan's eyes looked me over as if he needed to make sure I was in fact okay. "Logan, last night was the best night of my life. Don't stand here and try to turn it into something its not."

I wasn't going to let him try and change what last night was for both of us.

"The last thing I want is to hurt you." Logan dipped his head to press his forehead against my shoulder. His concern over hurting me was sweet but unneeded.

"Logan you would never hurt me. Ever. So please get that through your thick skull." I sent a soft elbow to his ribs to make my point.

"Since when did you become so mature." He remarked. The tension in his body visibly going away.

"I've always been mature. You've just been too stupid to realize it." I shrugged.

"Apparently I've been stupid about a lot of things." Logan's voice was soft but the meaning behind his words hit me in the gut.

"Are you going to keep being an asshole or are you going to take a shower with me?" Where this new found confidence came I have no clue. I'm always a blubbering idiot in front of Logan but it seems last night opened a different side to me.

"You better watch that mouth of yours."

"Or what?" I taunted. Here I go poking the bear once more. Logan pressed my front further into the bathroom counter and whispered in my ear. Eyes glued to mine in the mirror.

"There are other ways to keep that smart mouth busy." I immediately knew what he was implying. I blushed as my thighs squeezed together. "What I did to you last night is only the start of what I want to do."

I held onto the counter as my knees shook. Different scenarios ran through my mind at his words. From the way he chuckled against my neck he noticed my reaction. Hearing his chuckled cleared away what was left of the mood earlier.

I understood where he was coming from and I could have easily let him be a dick and ruin whatever this was between us. But for the first time in my life I was finally going after what I wanted. After who I wanted. We were in our own little bubble here at the hotel and I wanted to stay here just a bit longer before reality came knocking. I'm just happy I got through his thick head without this blowing up in both of our faces.

Jess would be proud of how mature I handled the conversation instead of overreacting. I just know if she knew what happened last night she'd be screaming in my ear telling me to 'get that dick'. Her exact words I assure you.

"All bark but no bite." The words left my mouth before I could stop them. From the way his eyes darkened and the smirk that grew on his face I knew I poked too hard. A thrill went through me at that look.

"Always knew you'd be a little brat." I felt Logan's knee slip between my thighs, nudging my legs further apart. Because of our height difference his knee was perfectly in line with my core. Because I had no underwear on I could feel the texture of his sweats against me making me groan low in my throat.

"I'm going to have to teach you not to talk back." With his words he pushed his knee harder between my legs. "Lets see if you can follow directions." Leaning even closer to me, Logan whispered his next words in my ear. "Ride my thigh."

I should be embarrassed at how wet his words made me. My mind was starting to fog over with lust and I found myself doing what he asked.

My hips rolled, grinding my core against his muscular thigh. Logan kept himself still making me do the work. While the act of rubbing myself on his leg was humiliating it was also hot; turning me on by the second.

Using my hold on the counter to help I ground my hips down. I felt like a cat in heat as I literally rode his thigh. My eyes started to close as little pants left my lips.

"Nuh uh. Eyes open." Logan tsked. Wanting to prove I could follow directions I forced my eyes open. "Good girl."

The fabric of his sweats rubbed against my clit just perfectly. Sending waves of pleasure down my spine. Logan's eyes not once looking away from me in the mirror. This way by far one of the dirtiest things I've ever done.

I could feel the tension in Logan's body as he tried to keep his hands to himself. My moans started to grow the faster my hips moved. I tilted my hips just slightly which made my clit rub that much harder. My legs were starting to shake as the need to come grew.

"Are you going to come for me?" I nodded quickly. "Use your words baby."

"Y-yes."

"Make yourself come." I didn't miss the command in his voice. My body was no longer my own. Listening to his instructions I fucked myself on his leg even faster. My knuckles were turning white from how hard I was gripping the counter. If it wasn't for Logan's back against mine or his knee I probably would have fallen over.

The feel of Logan's heavy breathing against my neck only heightened what I was feeling. He was't even touching me yet my body was on fire. He owned every inch with just a few words.

My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. My entire body shook as I came. My hips moving so fast and hard I'm surprised I didn't move Logan backwards with my momentum. I lost the battle keeping my eyes open as they rolled back.

A cry left my mouth as I came. I bet the room next door heard me but I was too far gone to care. My hips stilled but my body jerked, in-between my thighs pulsing and twitching. That was better than any orgasm I can give myself or anyone has given me.

I slumped forward against the counter as I tried to catch my breath. Logan's knee was still pressed tight against my pussy keeping me in place.

"Good girl." Logan praised, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.

Once my body calmed down I slowly straightened up and opened my eyes. I met Logan's eyes in the mirror as he smirked back at me. I guess he had every right to be smug. He literally just came me come in a matter of minutes without even touching me. What the hell is wrong with me.

"That was...." I trailed off not finding the words to describe it.

"Oh you think I'm done with you?" Logan raised an eyebrow at me. "That was just the starter."

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Maybe we should all bathe in holy water.... 

I for one am glad Olivia put Logan in his place. Instead of overreacting or causing any unnecessary drama. The last thing Logan wants to do is hurt Olivia so I can see why he was a bit upset but confident, bad ass Liv to the rescue :P