#logan thibault

The gravel crunches before you even see him.

That sound — you’d know it anywhere.

Your stomach tightens, but you don’t turn around. Not yet.

You’re standing outside the kennel fence, arms folded, pretending you’re not already bracing yourself.

“Still hiding out here?” your husband’s voice calls. Mocking. Too loud.

Ex-husband.

You turn slowly.

He hasn’t changed. Same smirk. Same squared shoulders like he owns whatever ground he’s standing on.

“I’m not hiding,” you say evenly. “You don’t live here.”

His smile sharpens. “No. But we’re still married, aren’t we?”

The words hit like a slap.

You see Logan in your peripheral — across the yard, working with one of the dogs. He’s still. Watching. But he doesn’t move.

He’s letting you handle it.

Your ex steps closer. Too close.

“You really think this little country fantasy is gonna last?” he murmurs. “You think some stray you picked up is gonna save you?”

Your jaw tightens.

“He didn’t save me,” you say. “I left.”

His hand shoots out suddenly — gripping your wrist.

Not hard enough to bruise.

Just hard enough to remind you he could.

Your pulse spikes.

And that’s when you hear boots.

Slow. Measured. Gravel shifting.

Logan’s voice is calm. Too calm.

“Let her go.”

Not shouted.

Not emotional.

Just steady.

Your ex glances over his shoulder. Scoffs. “This doesn’t concern you.”

Logan steps closer. Close enough now that you can feel the heat radiating off him at your back.

“It concerns me when she looks like she wants you to let go.”

Your ex’s fingers tighten slightly — testing.

You don’t flinch.

You stare straight at him.

“You don’t scare me anymore.”

The words surprise even you.

For a moment, the power shifts. He feels it. You feel it.

And then he shoves your wrist away like you’re nothing.

“Enjoy playing house,” he mutters, backing up toward his truck. “You’ll call me when this falls apart.”

He leaves in a spray of dust and engine noise.

Silence settles heavy.

You don’t realize you’re shaking until Logan’s hands hover near your waist.

He doesn’t touch you yet.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

And that softness in his voice almost breaks you.

“I handled it,” you say, but your voice cracks.

His jaw flexes.

“I know you did.”

That’s what makes it worse.

He didn’t step in to prove anything. He stepped in because he had to.

You turn toward him fully now.

He’s close. Close enough that your chest brushes his when you breathe.

Your walls snap back up automatically.

“I don’t need you fighting my battles.”

“I know.”

His hands finally settle — light — on your hips. Not possessive. Just there.

“But I’ll stand beside you.”

That steady gaze of his — it undoes something in you.

You’ve kept him at arm’s length for weeks. Every time he gets close, you pull back. Every time his hands linger, you pretend not to notice.

Because needing someone feels dangerous.

Because trusting someone feels worse.

“You don’t know what you’re signing up for,” you whisper.

Logan steps closer instead of back.

“I walked across states for you,” he says quietly. “You think I scare easy?”

Your breath catches.

The anger is gone now.

What’s left is heat.

Your fingers curl into his shirt without you meaning to.

He still hasn’t kissed you.

He’s waiting.

Always waiting for you to decide.

“I’m not fragile,” you say.

“I know.”

His thumb brushes your jaw. Slow. Careful.

That’s the crack.

That’s where it splits open.

Because you realize — standing here, heart racing, hands gripping him like you might fall — that this isn’t just comfort.

It isn’t just safety.

It’s him.

And it runs deeper than you ever let yourself admit.

You pull him down first.

The kiss isn’t soft.

It’s angry. Relieved. Starved.

His hands tighten at your waist, lifting you slightly like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

Then he lifts you fully, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as your fingers tangle in his shirt.

He walks you toward the house, still kissing you — breathless laughter slipping between mouths when he nearly trips over the doorway. His hands never leave you. Not once.

The door barely shuts behind him before he’s moving again, carrying you down the hall like he’s been waiting for this exact moment for weeks.

He lowers you onto the bed carefully — not rushed, not careless. His hands roam, but they hesitate just enough. Watching your face. Letting you decide.

You answer by gripping his shirt and dragging him down.

Your mouths collide again — harder this time.

He shifts his hips forward and you feel him.

Solid. Hard.

A soft whimper leaves you before you can stop it.

That sound does something to him.

His jaw tightens. His breathing changes.

He kisses down your neck, slower now. Intentional. Your shoulder. The curve beneath it. His fingers hook into the hem of your shirt, pulling it down just enough to expose skin.

His mouth follows.

Warm. Slow.

And when he looks up at you from between your thighs, eyes dark and searching —

That’s when you realize your walls aren’t just cracking.

They’re gone.

You don’t pull back this time.

You pull him closer.

And whatever control either of you had left?

It disappears with the sound of the bedroom door locking behind him.

                                * * * * *

The second I opened the door, Logan turned me around and pulled me into his chest. I laughed as he pressed his lips to mine. Our lips immediately started moving in sync as he walked us more into the house.

I gasped as he pushed me up against the wall. We laughed as our lips continued moving in sync. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair. Logan broke the kiss and started kissing my neck.

"I can't believe you're home," I moaned as he sucked on my neck. I felt him smirk against my skin as he pushed me up firmer against the wall.

I jumped up, Logan instantly catching me. As he began carrying me to our room, I started kissing his neck.

"What are you doing?" He asked, a dark chuckle leaving his lips.

"Making up for lost time," I moaned into his ear. I laughed as he kicked our bedroom door open.

I gasped as he dropped me onto our mattress. I bit my lip as he slowly crawled over me.

"I can't believe how much I've missed you," he whispered.

"Show me," I said under my breath.

That was all he needed to hear.

I gasped as he pressed his lips to mine. The kiss instantly got heated as our lips moved in sync. Without breaking the kiss, Logan and I undressed each other until we were only wearing our underwear.

The feeling of Logan kissing me and touching me flooded me with feelings I have been pushing down and forcing myself to forget since the day he left. The last time he touched me like this was the night before he left.

Logan gasped, followed by laughter as I roughly rolled us over so I was hovering over him. I sat back and smirked as he immediately scanned my body.

"Damn," he whispered as I straddled his hips. He reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "I've missed you so much, baby."

"I've missed you too," I said as sexily as I could. "In fact. . . Let me show you just how much."

"Please," he moaned as he arched his back, slightly lifting me up.

I smirked as I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. The look in Logan's eyes changed as he reached up and helped me take off my bra. I giggled as he tossed it to the side.

I looked down at him, waiting for him to say something, but he didn't. He reached up and cupped a piece of hair behind my ear, staring deeply into my eyes.

"You okay?" I whispered.

"I'm great, my love," he chuckled. "Just taking in my beautiful wife."

"I love you so much, Logan," I sighed. "I can't believe you're finally home. Please. . ."

"Please what?" He asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Please don't ever leave me again," I said, my voice breaking. "I can't lose you, baby. Every day you were gone, I was so scared that you wouldn't come home. The very idea of losing you. . ."

"Hey," he said gently as he reached up and cupped my cheek in his hand. "I'm not going anywhere, Y/N. Ever again. I promise."

I leaned down and pressed my lips to his. As our lips started moving in sync, Logan rolled us over so he was hovering over me. I was out of breath as Logan finally broke the kiss. He looked into my eyes like he was studying me.

"I can't believe I'm finally home," he whispered. "I never stopped thinking about you, Y/N. You were always on my mind. All I could think about was coming home to you and the things I would do to you when I finally had you in my arms."

Chills spread over my body as the look in his eyes turned to dark lust. He lowered himself down so his body was pressed to mine. I closed my eyes as he pressed his forehead to mine, breathing me in.

"Baby," I said, letting out a breathy moan. "Make love to me. Please. All night long."

"Fuck," he moaned as he brought his lips back to mine. Shortly after, I felt Logan roughly push into me.

"Oh, Logan!" I moaned as he started pushing in and out of me. He grunted as he sped up his movements. Our room quickly filled with moans as we made love.

"Fuck, Y/N," he said between his heavy breaths. "I've missed the feeling of being inside you."

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him back down to me and pressing his lips to mine. I instantly started kissing him roughly, our lips moving messily in sync as he pushed in and out of me. I let out a loud moan as he pressed against my g spot.

"Again," I gasped, barely audible. "Please, baby. Don't stop."

Logan chuckled as he continued to press firmly against and release my g spot. I arched my back, making him slip deeper into me.

"Holy shit," he groaned.

After a few more thrusts and moans, I could barely breathe. "Baby," I gasped. "Wait. . . I need. . . I need a minute, babe."

Logan chuckled as he carefully pulled out of me. I moaned as the pressure lifted. He didn't move from on top of me as we caught our breaths.

"I'm sorry, baby," I said, still trying to catch my breath. "It's just. . . It's been a while and I've forgotten how. . ."

"It's okay," he said softly as he reached up and cupped my cheek in his hand. "Take all the time you need, baby girl."

I looked up at him, studying his face. I reached up and gently touched his chin. He smiled as he leaned down and pressed another kiss to my lips.

The kiss quickly got heated, our bodies getting closer and closer together. When our chests were barely touching, Logan pulled out of the kiss and leaned his forehead against mine.

"Sorry, Y/N," he said between breaths. "I was. . . I got carried away."

"It's okay," I said firmly as I rolled us over. Logan laughed as I hovered over him. He was about to say something, but I cut him off.

"Sit up."

"Yes, ma'am," he chuckled. Logan wrapped his arms around me and sat us both up. He smirked at me as I tightened my arms around his neck, readjusting.

"There were so many nights over there where I fell asleep thinking about finally being with you," he whispered, staring deeply into my eyes. "You are the only thing that got me through being there."

I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest.

"I love you," I whispered, breaking the kiss. I cupped his cheeks in my hands as I continued, "Listen to me, baby. You're home. You're safe. All of that is over. And if you ever want to talk about what happened there, please don't hesitate to open up to me. I don't want you keeping your struggles inside because you think I can't handle it."

"I just," he sighed, subconsciously tightening his arms around my waist. "I want. . . I need to protect you from all that. You're too good for all the shit I went through."

"Logan," I whispered, my heart breaking.

"It was horrible, Y/N," he said, his voice getting caught in his throat. "The things I saw. . . The things I did. . ."

I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. He sighed as he kissed me back. I broke the kiss, leaning back and looking deeply into his eyes.

"None of that matters anymore," I said gently yet sternly. "Logan, you're home. Whatever happened over there, doesn't matter. You are still the same man I married. You are still the same man I fell in love with. That will never change."

"I love you," Logan said, his voice changing.

"I love you too," I could barely say before Logan pressed his lips aggressively to mine.

He unwrapped his arms from my waist and grabbed my hips. As our lips moved in sync, Logan started massaging my hip bone. I bit his bottom lip as I brought my hips down harshly to his.

Logan broke the kiss and moaned as he slipped into me. He leaned his head back, breathing heavily as I rode him.

"Holy shit," he moaned.

"You okay, baby?" I teased, earning another moan from him. "Tell me. How many times did you fall asleep, dreaming of me riding you until you were unconscious?"

"So many fucking nights, baby," he groaned as I pulled away and roughly brought my hips back.

I leaned into him, making him push against my g spot as I whispered in his ear, "Did you ever picture me under you, naked, as you pleasured yourself?"

"Every. Night." He said through his teeth as I continued to ride him.

He pressed his lips back to mine, instantly moving them messily against mine. I moaned as he pushed his tongue forcefully into my mouth, instantly exploring every inch of my mouth he could reach.

We were so distracted by the endorphins flooding our bodies as we moved in sync, we didn't notice how close we were to finishing.

"Shit," he gasped. Logan lifted my hips off of his, slowly pulling himself out of me. "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to. . . I was trying to. . . And I'm not wearing anything."

"I don't care," I said breathing heavily as I grabbed his face and roughly brought his lips back to mine. Logan moaned against my lips as he rolled us over, switching our positions.

I broke the kiss, swearing under my breath as Logan pushed back into me. I breathed heavily, our moans matching as he continued to thrust in and out of me.

Logan lowered himself onto his elbows, pressing his chest to my bare breasts as he continued to push into me.

"Oh, Logan," I moaned, his name getting stuck in my throat. He grunted as he started moving into me even rougher than before. I arched my back as he slid his hands under my body.

"Fuck!" I gasped as Logan squeezed my ass, pushing further into me. He groaned, thrusting into me a few more times.

"Damn, baby girl," he groaned.

"Oh, daddy."

Logan froze when I used it. That name, we decided, was only for very special sex-occasions. I had been holding it in the entire time we were having sex and I couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Fucking hell, Y/N," he growled as he pulled out of me so fast it made me gasp.

Before I could recover, he aggressively pushed back into me. "Yeah, baby," he growled between my moans. "That's it. . . That's what you get. . . Thinking you can call me that name and get away with it. Think again, baby girl."

The longer he was thrusting inside of me, the more light-headed I got. I was gasping for air as he started attacking my neck with sloppy kisses and harsh bites.

"Fuck, Logan!" I moaned as loud as I could as I felt myself reach my peak. We were breathing heavily, neither one of us moving. I closed my eyes as I could feel him slowly softening inside me.

I gasped when Logan finally pulled out of me. He hesitated before climbing out of bed.

"Baby?" I said, my voice as weak as I felt. I sat up, not bothering to cover myself in front of my husband. "Are you okay?"

I smiled when he walked out of the bathroom with towels in his hands. Without being told, I laid back down. I closed my eyes as Logan cleaned me up.

My eyes fluttered open when I felt Logan draping the covers over my body. He was about to walk back to the bathroom but I grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

"Where do you think you're going?" I teased.

He chuckled as he climbed under the covers with me. Logan laid next to me, pulling me into his chest. I sighed happily as I laid my head over his heart.

"I've missed you so fucking much, Y/N."

"I've missed you too, Logan," I said under my breath. I smiled weakly as he leaned down and kissed the top of my forehead, tightening his arms around me.

"I can't believe I finally get to fall asleep with you in my arms," he said so softly I could barely hear him.

"I can't believe I get to go to sleep knowing I'll wake up next to you."

                                * * * * *

I woke up to the feeling of someone getting into bed. I rolled over, my heart jumping into my throat when I saw Logan crawling back under the covers.

"Morning, baby," he whispered. "Sorry. I had to use the bathroom and I didn't want to wake you."

I cut him off by pressing my lips to his, rolling over so I was hovering over him. He smiled as he kissed me back. I broke the kiss and leaned my forehead against his.

"I'm just happy you're home to wake me up," I whispered. Logan rolled us over and smiled down at me.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too."

We laid like that, neither one of us saying anything as we just held each other. I closed my eyes, hoping Logan didn't see the tears building.

"You okay?"

Nope, he saw them.

"Yeah," I said softly as I finally opened my eyes. I looked up at him, taking him in. "It's just. . . I've missed waking up next to you, staying in bed until the last minute, holding you, being with you. And I just. . ."

He sighed as he tightened his arms around me, rolling us so I was laying on top of him.

"I know, baby," he whispered. "I fell asleep every night over there, wishing I was holding you. And finally being able to fall asleep with you in my arms last night was better than I ever imagined. And waking up next to you? Even better."