Logan: Chosen Champions Book One, page 12
14
Bailey
The last thing Bailey expected to see when he arrived home after dropping off his friends was Logan’s giant SUV sitting in front of his house. He couldn’t help his smile, though, because after that kiss in the break room, Bailey had wanted some quality alone time with Logan.
Of course, his smile dimmed when he caught sight of the guilty expression on Logan’s face. Bailey grabbed his backpack and the now empty cooler bags out of the backseat of his car and waited for Logan to cross the yard to reach him.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
Bailey poked Logan in the chest. “Lie.”
Logan grunted and took the bags out of his hands. “Nothing’s wrong, exactly. I did something.”
Bailey walked toward the back door, then stopped. “What’d you do?”
“Ordered a security system for your apartment without talking to you about it first.”
“And why did you do that? I thought Dasan and Scout didn’t find anything.”
“They didn’t. That doesn’t mean it’s not a good idea for you to have a security system.”
Being the kind of person who tended to do things for his friends first, then realize he might possibly have overstepped later, Bailey processed Logan’s actions through that filter. Logan’s hangdog expression made a lot more sense now.
“You know you shouldn’t have done that, right? Even though it was super nice and I’m going to happily accept it as long as you’re paying for it because it’s not in my budget.”
“I do know. And I’ll happily pay.”
Bailey huffed and unlocked the door. “Also, you’re dealing with my landlord if anything gets messed up. The guy’s a jackass as it is. I don’t need him giving me any more grief.”
Logan made another one of his growly sounds. “What’d he do?”
Bailey laughed as he made his way up the stairs. He’d never met a guy who constantly made sounds like Logan did. It was cute and endearing, if a tiny bit weird.
“It’s more like what he doesn’t do. Got a leaky window? Deal with it. AC not working, well, it’s not a hundred degrees outside, so it’s fine. Crap like that. And don’t say I should move. I know I should, but finding a place in my budget is an issue.”
“Which is why your landlord can be a jackass.”
“You got it. But honestly, all this has shaken me up, so putting in some security will hopefully help me sleep a little better. As much as I want to be in my own space, I don’t like waking up every time I hear a sound.”
Bailey set the cooler bags on the kitchen counter and looked out the window. It was the same window where he’d seen the shadowy figure earlier. Logan moved behind him and wrapped his arms around Bailey’s waist.
“Nothing will mess with you while I’m here.”
Bailey leaned back into his touch. “But you aren’t always here.”
Logan guided Bailey around to face him. “I need you safe. I don’t even understand why, but the thought of anything happening to you…”
Bailey ran his hands up Logan’s chest before tracing his fingers over the scruffy beard on Logan’s face. “You need to shave.”
“I look like a toddler without facial hair.”
Bailey gasped. “I didn’t mean shave it off. Just trim it back to the sexy scruff you had last weekend.”
“Are you trying to tell me my manscaping needs work?”
Bailey laughed. “Is that what manscaping is? Because I thought it referred to…” He glanced down and then back up. He tried to look flirty and wasn’t sure he succeeded. “At least that’s what I call it when I trim down there.”
Logan made another of his growling sounds and tugged Bailey against him. “I will be finding out about that soon. Very soon. But now I need to go deal with the security guy.”
Someone knocked on Bailey’s door, and he groaned his annoyance. “Now? They had to show up now. I had plans, Logan. Sexy plans.”
Logan grinned over his shoulder. “I’ll take you up on that in a few minutes.”
Since Bailey had zero clues when it came to security systems, he focused on something he did know instead. He took out a couple of freezer bags of his marinara sauce and put them in the fridge to defrost. Then he began working on a shopping list. He really had been thinking of doing a lasagna party, and he’d see if Logan would let him do it as a thank-you to his team for training with them. And for the security system. And for what they were hopefully going to be doing very soon.
Not that doing it wouldn’t be thanks enough.
And he really needed to stop thinking about those things because he was already getting hard, and he really didn’t need the security guy to see him with a boner.
Instead, he focused his energy on what Aleron had hinted earlier. He’d love the chance to fill up the break room at Logan’s… whatever it was. He kept thinking of it as a warehouse, but their business must have a name, right?
There wasn’t a sign over the door or anything, or Bailey would have noticed it. But he supposed a security-type company would be discreet, which made sense. The whole thing was odd, and it still bugged him that he didn’t have some basic answers. He should probably push Logan a little harder on it, especially before they had sex.
Then again, maybe not.
Bailey watched as Logan guided the security guy through his apartment. He continued adding to his dream shopping list, jotting down a bunch of ideas of things he could make for Logan and his team.
It would be a fun challenge for sure, and something he’d never had a chance to do. As long as they’d foot the bill for the groceries, he didn’t mind doing the cooking.
Logan forced the old windows open, discussing glass-shattering alarms and window-opening alarms and motion detectors and floodlights.
Bailey’s heart skipped a little, and as if Logan heard the sound, he turned and met Bailey’s gaze. Bailey smiled at him, confused by why he was so turned on by Logan taking charge and making sure he was safe.
It was such a strange sensation. Bailey’d never had tons of anxiety issues, but he’d been in a couple of somewhat dicey situations over the years. His first experience at a gay club came to mind. Of course, the night had ended with his first blowjob, cementing the fluidity of his sexuality once and for all.
Yep. He liked both boys and girls, and all the bits and bobs, even if he tended to lean a little more to the bobs than the bits. He’d certainly like to bob a few times on Logan.
He snickered to himself and continued working on the grocery list as Logan and the security guy moved their conversation back outside. He sorted the list by type to make it easier to shop, and by the time he’d finished, Logan had returned.
The look Logan gave him promised so many things. Lots of bobs. Lots of ’em. Bailey dropped the list on the counter and crossed the room to Logan. He grabbed his shoulders, jumped up, and as he wrapped his legs around Logan’s waist, he captured his lips in a kiss that tried to top the heat level of the one they’d shared earlier.
It didn’t take long to get there. Three and half seconds, max.
Bailey groaned against Logan’s lips, his dick hard in his pants and his body aching for more. Logan held on to his ass with one hand, then turned and carried Bailey into the bedroom before pushing Bailey’s back against the wall. He pinned them together and broke away long enough to stare into Bailey’s eyes… into his soul.
Then he reached between them and ran his hand over Bailey’s cock. Bailey bit his lip and begged his body not to let this end embarrassingly fast. Logan seemed to understand his dilemma.
After guiding Bailey’s legs down to the floor, Logan flipped open his belt buckle, then undid the button and zipper on his pants. His black boxers peeked through, and from the bulge poking out, Bailey wasn’t the only one seriously turned on.
Bailey shoved his shorts down and kicked them away before reaching for that very, very nice-looking bulge. Logan gasped and leaned into him as he closed his hand around Logan’s thick length. Then he opened his mouth as Logan came in for more. Their tongues glided together as they explored each other’s boxer-covered dicks, but it wasn’t enough. Not until he had Logan naked against him.
Bailey broke away and tugged at the bottom of Logan’s black T-shirt. Once it was off and on the floor, Bailey removed his own. His legs could barely hold him up. He almost pounced on Logan again, but Logan’s hand on his shoulder pinned him in place against the wall.
Logan didn’t have to tell Bailey not to move. He simply stared him down, freezing Bailey in place with nothing more than a look. Logan grinned and ran his hand down Bailey’s shoulder and over his chest. He tweaked his nipple before gliding down farther and gripping Bailey’s cock again.
After only a couple of strokes, Logan tugged the waistband of his boxers out and down, pushing them over Bailey’s hips. Bailey kicked them the rest of the way off, leaving him completely bare to Logan’s gaze.
His stomach clenched with nerves. He wasn’t like his friends, with their sculpted abs and muscled everything. He tried to take care of himself, sure, but he really liked food.
Luckily Logan seemed to like what he saw just fine. He pulled Bailey in for another kiss while his hand slowly stroked Bailey’s cock until it was harder than it had ever been.
Logan broke away and licked his fingers before going back in and teasing the tip of Bailey’s dick, over the slit, then twisting around the ridge and a stroke over the entire length.
Bailey grabbed Logan’s shoulders to keep his knees from collapsing beneath him. His breath came fast as his body came alive. Logan tucked his face into Bailey’s neck, inhaling deeply before nipping at the tender skin. He dropped his head to the side, giving Logan better access, and Logan groaned and leaned in closer. Their cocks brushed together, Logan’s still covered with his boxers, and that just wasn’t acceptable.
He tugged at the fabric, freeing Logan’s cock much like Logan had done for him moments before. Logan pushed the boxers down and let them fall to the floor. Bailey reached between their bodies as he pushed his hips forward, capturing both of their cocks in his hand. He stroked them together as Logan went back to work on his neck.
After another of his growly sounds, Logan spun Bailey around so his back was against Logan’s front. He gasped for breath against Bailey’s neck and splayed his hand across Bailey’s chest. “Lube?”
“Drawer by my bed,” Bailey said. His heart raced as Logan pushed him in that direction without letting an inch of air come between them.
“You good?” Logan asked as he bent Bailey over the bed and pinned him in place with a hand against his back.
“I’m so fucking good.”
Logan didn’t waste any more time. He grabbed the lube and slicked up, then traced his fingers over Bailey’s entrance. Logan prepped him carefully and drew any number of filthy groans from Bailey with his fingers alone.
“Condoms are in the box,” Bailey managed to groan. “I’m ready.”
Logan stilled and made another of his growly noises—Bailey hoped he’d have the chance to learn what each of them meant—then he heard the foil wrapper opening behind him.
Bailey looked over his shoulder and bit his lip in anticipation as Logan rolled on the condom. Logan glanced up from his task and met his gaze, and his eyes flashed again. One of these days, Bailey wanted to park himself on Logan’s lap and stare into those mesmerizing eyes of his to see how many colors were hidden in their depths.
It wouldn’t happen anytime soon, though. Logan leaned over him and pressed his cock to Bailey’s entrance. Bailey hid his face against the blankets while grabbing a handful of the material to hold on to as Logan began pushing inside.
That first breach never got easier, but Logan didn’t rush. He entered slowly, rubbing one hand on Bailey’s lower back while the other held his hip steady. He pulled out, added more lube, then pushed in again.
Bailey gasped as Logan slid deeper inside.
“So fucking tight,” Logan rumbled.
Bailey wanted to groan that it had been a while, but he couldn’t find words. Logan pressed down into him, going farther inside with the movement, and Bailey forgot how to breathe.
He could only feel.
Logan’s bristled cheek against his, the heat of his mouth against Bailey’s neck. The glide of his cock going in and out of Bailey’s ass. Heat pooled in his belly, and he reached down to stroke his dick in time with Logan’s movements. He stroked faster, and Logan thrust harder. He pegged Bailey’s gland, drawing a gasp of surprise.
“Right there, huh?” Logan asked against his ear. He slowed his movements, dragging the ridged rim of his cock over the spot again.
Bailey trembled as pleasure coursed through him. Logan thrust in again, hard and fast, nailing him exactly where he needed it before slowing down again.
“Logan,” Bailey gasped. “Please.”
Logan rumbled against his skin, then nudged his neck even farther to the side before he began thrusting faster.
Bailey had never had sex like this, his body an instrument and Logan the musician. Every stroke, every touch, every lick and suck at his neck, everything combined to send Bailey’s body higher than he’d been before. He keened in pleasure as Logan hit that spot over and over again.
“Fuck,” Logan rumbled. “Do that again.”
Bailey didn’t even know what he’d done, but he reached back and grabbed Logan’s hip, then twisted around so Logan’s mouth could find his again.
Logan breathed him in, slowing his thrusts as their tongues tangled. His hand came around Bailey’s neck, holding his head in position as Logan continued to devour him.
When Bailey’s breath was nothing more than a desperate gasp, Logan pulled away. He flipped Bailey over and farther up onto the bed before crawling up after him. Then he was on Bailey again, this time pressed chest to chest as he slid his cock back into Bailey’s ass.
His body had reached the point of no return. His back arched and his balls drew up. Logan reached between them and gave Bailey’s cock a few firm tugs while he continued to thrust into him. Bailey didn’t need anything else. His orgasm hit him like a crescendo, and he yelled Logan’s name and clutched him tight as spasms wracked his body.
Logan grumbled happily and leaned over him again. He ran his hand through the come on Bailey’s chest, spreading it around and seeming very proud of himself. Bailey’d laugh at him, but it was somehow the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
That is, until Logan pulled out and took off the condom. Then he leaned over Bailey and began stroking his cock while he locked eyes with Bailey. Bailey couldn’t look away.
Logan stared at him with an intensity that took the little breath Bailey had managed to regain. He was pinned into place with nothing more than Logan’s beautiful eyes. Then Logan came, roaring Bailey’s name and spurting his release all over Bailey’s vulnerable belly. And then he rubbed it in. Again. Bailey’s stomach and chest were a sticky filthy mess, and Logan looked entirely too proud of himself.
And if that wasn’t enough, Logan then took his dirty hand and wiped it down his own chest. Bailey reached for him and tugged him down. Logan never broke eye contact as he moved closer. He nudged their noses together, then teased Bailey’s lips.
Bailey whimpered. He had no idea why, but the sound poured out of him. Logan ran his finger over Bailey’s lips, and it should have grossed him out. He knew exactly what that finger was covered with, but before he could even process it, Logan’s mouth was back on his, licking and nipping the combined taste of them away.
It was weird and wonderful, confusing, and the hottest thing that had ever been done to him. Bailey relaxed into Logan’s touches and the soft nipping kisses that continued long after their orgasms were over. He never wanted it to end.
15
Logan
The low buzz of Logan’s phone woke him from a sound sleep. Bailey was sprawled over the other half of the mattress, the covers pushed down to his hips. Logan stared at the pretty, pretty sight as he climbed out of bed and searched for his pants. He found them where he’d kicked them off, and managed to get the phone out of his pocket before the call went to voicemail.
His stomach dropped when he saw the caller’s name on the display.
“Yes?”
“It’s Jamal.” The detective cleared his throat. “Detective James Alfred.”
The fae must have been extremely shaken to use his given name over his human one.
Logan tensed. “Yes, Detective?”
“There’s been another attack.”
Logan scooped up the rest of his clothes and went into the other room. “Where?” he asked as he quickly got dressed.
“The other side of town. The crime scene unit is working on the site, but is there any way your team could assist? We don’t have a great deal of others on the payroll here, and quite frankly, I’m not sure Officer Randell’s nose is as well-trained as yours.”
“Send me the address. We’ll be there soon.”
Logan finished dressing before returning to the bedroom. Bailey hadn’t budged. Logan debated waking him but knew the moment those big eyes were on him again he’d want to dive right back in for round three… or was it four? Logan leaned over and kissed the back of Bailey’s neck gently before leaving.
Logan put his earbud in once he got into the car. “Report.”
“I’m gathering information,” the oracle said. “They didn’t send the call out over dispatch. They’re trying to keep this one quiet.”
“Understood. The rest of the team?”
“Already notified. I took the address from your messages and sent it to them.”
“Good.”
“And Logan? The victim was male this time. From what I’ve gathered, it’s bad. I’ll keep you updated as I get more information. The victim is already en route to the hospital.”
Logan kept his focus on the road and got to the crime scene as quickly as he could. Detective Alfred met him outside the tape.
“What have you got?”
