You're going to pay for that.

Logan's words sent a shiver down my spine. My lips quirked up at his words as my mouth opened, further digging my grave.

"I'd like to see you try." The pressure on my neck increased just enough that I gasped. I knew Logan could easily squeeze my throat and cut off all my air. Hell he could probably snap my neck pretty easily. But the pressure on my throat only turned me on.

"We'll see if you can still talk after I'm done fucking you."

The whine that left my lips was embarrassing but I didn't care as my hips ground against his crotch.

"So needy." Logan's other hand came up, his thumb brushing at my nipple through my bra. "Underneath the good girl persona is a needy slut. I always knew there was a side to you that needed to be coaxed out." His roughly grabbed the front of my bra and yanked down until my my breasts popped out.

Logan kept his grip on my neck as he grabbed and played with my nipples, making me cry out. It felt like an eternity of him teasing me. He only stuck to my chest and when I tried to get myself off by grinding against him he easily trapped my legs with his so I couldn't move my lower half.

"Logan."

"Not running your mouth anymore, huh." He taunted.

"Stop teasing me." I groaned when he pinched my nipple hard.

"Where's the fun in that."

"Please. I need..."

"Tell me what you want and maybe I'll give it." I whined again which only made Logan grin. "Use your words baby."

"Fuck me." My chest flushed at my words but I needed him inside of me right now.

"Hmm that's what I wanted to hear."

Letting go of my throat, Logan made quick work of undoing my bra and flinging it off to the side. Impatient I reached down and shimmed out of my underwear until I laid there naked beneath him. He was still wearing his sweats and when he pulled back I noticed the wet spot on the front. My cheeks heated at the fact I did that.

Thankfully he didn't comment on it as he got off the bed and pulled his sweats down. I tugged my bottom lip between my teeth as the length of him popped out from his sweats and hit his lower stomach.

All thoughts left my head as I laid there watching him stroke himself while staring down at me. I've never felt more vulnerable in my life but the way Logan looked at me I felt sexy. I don't think I've ever had someone look at me the way he does.

With confidence I didn't even know I had, I brought my hands down to cup my breasts. Logan's eyes tracking every movement. My eyes were glued to his hand as he went from base to tip. As much as I wanted him inside of me right now there was something else I wanted to do.

Sitting up I moved onto my hands and knees. With my heart pounding in my chest I crawled towards Logan. I tried to be sexy but I'm pretty sure I looked like an idiot.

"Liv." Logan's voice came out all gravely as he watched me.

The bed was perfect height for me to be on my hands and knees with Logan standing there; my face aligned with his cock. I've wanted to do this the past two days but every time I tried Logan would shake his head and make me come instead. It was finally my turn to repay the favor.

Logan opened his mouth to say something, probably to tell me I didn't have to, but I quickly silenced him by sticking my tongue out and licking the head. Any kind of protest died on his lips.

I wasn't exactly a pro at giving head but if it made him happy I was all for it. I kept my eyes on his as I licked the length of him before taking him into my mouth. One of his hands came to the back of my head but he just kept it there, letting me go at my own pace.

I could feel him getting even harder in my mouth which just made me go down a bit further. The moan that came out of Logan's mouth made me smile around his dick. Because of me he's moaning. There was a sort of pride I felt in hearing I pleased him.

His moans only spurred me to bob my head faster, taking more of him with each pass. I could feel myself dripping between my legs.

"Good girl." The praise only adding fuel to the fire in my lower bely. His hand moved to grab my ponytail, gripping it in his fist. "Keep that mouth open."

That was only warning I got before Logan took control. My mind went blank as I did as he asked, his moans echoing around the room. I've never had someone take control like Logan did and it was everything I didn't know I needed until now.

He pulled out a moment later, both of us panting heavily. His thumb brushed against my chin as he stared down at me. The look on his face one I couldn't place. I didn't have time to think about it before he was pulling my hair back.

"Turn around."

I didn't need to be told twice. I've never moved so fast in my life. I was almost in a fog as I turned around but a hand smacking my ass made me yelp. For a split second I feared Logan would tease me but as he starting to slide inside of me I knew I wasn't the only needy one.

Our moans mixed together as he slid inside. Leaning over my back, Logan placed a kissed on my shoulder blade, whispering praises in my ear making my toes curl.

When the both of us starting moving together something built in my chest. An overwhelming feeling I've only felt once before.

I was falling in love with Logan James.

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Logan and I passed out after multiple rounds. Just when I thought we were done he would press himself between my legs and were going again. Pretty sure I wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow but not a single part of me cared.

I wasn't sure what time it was when I suddenly woke up to the sound of whimpering. The hotel room was pitch black as it took me a moment to wake up. I expected to feel Logan's weight on top of me like he has been but there was nothing.

Trying to get my eyes to focus in the dark I sat up, glancing to the side to find Logan on the other side of the bed. The bed wasn't exactly huge but he was so far over he was almost falling off.

Hearing the whimpering again it took me a second to realize it was coming from Logan. Pushing the converter off I scooted over, my hand reaching out to touch him. I hadn't even touched him when he jerked away, noises coming from his mouth like he was trying to say something. I instantly knew he was having a night terror.

"Logan." I whispered softly touching his arm. I frowned feeling how hot and sweaty his skin was. His bare chest was slick with sweat. "Logan." When he didn't wake up I shook his arm a bit harder.

Logan was twisting and turning as he dreamt. His face was twisted as if he were in pain. The sight of it making my chest ache.

"Logan, wake up." My voice louder as I shook him harder needing him to wake up.

One second I was shaking him and the next I was on my back with Logan hovering over me. Hand around my throat. His eyes were glazed over and I knew he didn't see it was me below him. His grip on my throat wasn't tight, just holding me in place.

Bringing my hands up I placed them on his forearms. My heart was pounding in my chest but I kept my voice soft.

"Logan it's me, Olivia." I brushed my thumbs along his skin. "It's okay you're here with me. Safe. You're okay."

I kept repeating the words until I could see Logan waking up. I knew the moment he woke up when his eyes widened and he jerked backwards like I burned him. The hand around my throat disappearing as Logan scrambled off the bed, flipping the bedside lamp on.

"No, no, no." He grabbed the back of his head as he paced the length of the bed.

"Logan."

"Fuck."

I moved onto my knees, his shirt that I borrowed falling to my knees.

"It's okay."

"It's not fucking okay Olivia!" I didn't flinch at his tone or the glare he sent me. He was mad at himself, not me. "I could have seriously hurt you and you're just sitting there like I didn't just have my hand around your throat!"

I moved closer to the edge of the bed and sat back on my heels. I almost made a joke about his hand around my neck but now wasn't the time.

"But you didn't hurt me." Logan shook his head like he didn't believe me. Needing him to see that he didn't hurt me I grabbed his elbow, stopping his pacing. Before he could move out of reach I sat up fully.

Grabbing his face I pulled him directly in front of me. I kept my grip firm as I forced him to look at me.

"Look at me. Do I look hurt?"

"Olivia." He went to pull his head back but I tugged him right back. My eyes narrowing.

"Look. At. Me." He had to see I was fine. "I'm fine. You didn't hurt me." His eyes were still unbelieving. "Do I need to strip for you to believe me? You would never hurt me Logan."

"You don't know that." His voice came out softer this time.

"Yes I do." My thumbs brushed against his cheekbones as I spoke. "You could have squeezed my throat but you didn't. Even asleep you knew it was me."

From what I've learned with Knox and the men and women at the VA, night terrors feel real. Realer then any dream. Some can't tell the difference between a night terror and real life. Their minds making them believe it's happening in person so they do whatever they can to protect themselves.

Waking Logan up from one wasn't necessarily the best idea but I knew that. I knew there was a chance of him 'waking up' and thinking I was someone else here to hurt him.

"It's okay." I put as much conviction in my tone to get through his thick skull.

"I've killed people. How does that not scare you?" The way he said it seemed like he wanted me to run as far away from him as possible.

There was one big thing I've learned from going to the VA over the years and that was the guilt they all had. Guilt over doing things overseas they weren't proud of but had to do. Guilt over having to end someones life. Whether that was to protect their own lives or their teams.

From what I've gleaned from my brother over the years, the team he was in-charge of was not an average military team. They had high profile missions that none of them were able to talk about. I knew Logan was a sniper which meant he did what he had to do in order to save my brother and his teams lives.

While I may not know the details, and probably never will, I could see the weight he was carrying on his shoulders. My brother had the same look on his face from time to time. I wouldn't even begin to imagine the things Logan has seen and done. The night terrors further proving that.

Nothing Logan did in the Marine's changed my opinion on him. The things he had to do didn't make him into a monster. And despite everything he has gone through he was still one of the best men I knew. I saw it first hand when he came in day after day to the bakery to help; not asking anything in return.

"Logan." I looked directly in his eyes as I said what I did next. "What you did in the Marine's doesn't define you. You did what you had to do to keep yourself and your team safe. You carry the guilt and let it eat away at you because you think you deserve some sort of punishment."

The words kept pouring out of my mouth as I kept talking.

"So no, you don't scare me and neither does your past." I meant every single word.

All the fight drained out of him as his shoulders slumped and he leaned his face into my hands. The tired look on his face breaking my heart.

"I'm sorry." His voice was so soft.

"I know." I whispered right back. Letting his face go I wrapped my around around the back of his head and drew him towards me. His arms came around my waist and tugged me into his chest, his face buried in the side of my neck.

I stayed just like that as I held him. Softly running my fingers through his hair not saying a word.

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Night terrors are such a real thing for Veterans, I can't even imagine. I know I don't touch on much of Logan's time in the military but I wanted to show that he has PTSD and it's one of the reasons why he's closed off and the way he is. Another look into who Logan James is.