Seven of Hearts

27. Logan

27

LOGAN

L eah let out a heavy breath as she hunched over, rested her forearms on the kitchen counter, and closed her eyes.

“Take a break,” I called from the spare room that was slowly becoming my office. I had the door propped open, giving me a catty-cornered view of Leah in the kitchen.

The room was still mostly bare, but I didn’t mind. I had gotten the Wi-Fi set up this morning, which meant I could keep an eye on her while I worked.

The proximity made my stress level drop significantly. If something happened, I was right here. But watching her hips swing all damn day while she turned our beach cottage into a home was really fucking inconvenient, because my libido was through the roof.

“I’m fine,” she called back.

“Could’ve fooled me,” I said as I pushed out of the desk chair I had stolen from my room at Kristin’s house to go with the desk Leah had picked out at a second-hand shop.

She sighed. “He’s just...really heavy today. I’m so uncomfortable all the freaking time.”

I came up behind her and smoothed my hand up and down her back as she breathed.

Leah hadn’t been sleeping well. She was at the point where, whenever she needed to roll over at night, she had to fully wake up and three-point-turn to her other side.

I wished that I could ease the physical side of pregnancy for her, but I couldn’t. And saying that I wished I could, would only drive the nail in harder.

Instead of giving useless platitudes, I wrapped my arms around the base of her belly and lifted just enough to ease the pressure and weight off of her body.

Leah let out a deep breath. “Oh my god. Thank you.”

“Does it help?” I murmured against the back of her neck as I peppered her skin with light pecks.

She nodded. “So much.”

“Why don’t you go lie down?” I kissed around the shell of her ear as the baby tumbled against my hands.

It was still so bizarre to feel him moving around in there, but each time I felt him kick or shift, I got more excited for the day we’d meet.

She shook her head. “I want to get the rest of my books unpacked. I just need a minute.”

“You’ve been going too hard. You’re off work. Ergo, you’re supposed to relax.”

“I just need to?—”

“What if I told you I had a surprise for you?” I said.

She cocked her head. “What kind of surprise?”

“The kind that comes in a gift bag with tissue paper.”

“But it’s not Christmas yet,” she argued.

“It’s not a Christmas gift,” I said as I lifted her belly until she had no choice but to stand up straight.

Leah’s head tipped backward and laid on my shoulder as she rested against my chest. “Any gift in the month of December is a Christmas gift.”

I chuckled. “This is a gift because I made a promise to help you.”

Reluctantly, she slipped her hand in mine and let me lead her down the hallway. I grabbed the bright red and green gift bag out of my office and carried it into the bedroom.

Fine. Maybe it looked a little like a Christmas gift. But it wasn’t.

“Sit,” I said as I nudged her toward the bed.

Leah lifted an eyebrow. “Wanna try that again? I’m not a dog.”

“Please get off your feet so you can rest for a minute while you open it.”

“That’s better,” she grumbled as she eyed the bag. “It’s bigger than I am. Where did you even find a gift bag that big?”

“Just open it.”

Leah yanked the tissue paper out and cocked her head. “A pillow?” She turned and looked at the mountain of throw pillows and white, fluffy bed pillows. “Aww, you finally came around to comfort.”

“No, smartass,” I said as I grabbed the end of the bag and pulled it away so the present landed in her lap. It looked like three anacondas stuffed inside a long pillowcase. “It’s a body pillow for pregnancy.”

Her brows knitted together.

“Lie down.”

To my surprise, Leah did as she was told, kicking off her slippers and wiggling her way up the bed. She was still in her pajamas, having deemed changing out of them too much work this morning. The oversized t-shirt she used as a nightgown draped over her belly and breasts. It rode up, giving me a peek at the curve of her ass.

She lay on her left side and tucked her hands beneath her cheek. Her hair was longer and thicker now than it had been at the wedding, hanging in heavy waves down her back.

I scooped her hair into a makeshift ponytail and pinned it to the back of her head with a giant clip she had on the bedside table.

“Lift up your head,” I said as I grabbed one end of the long, tubular pillow and bent it so it curled beneath her head. I wedged the middle of the long pillow beneath her belly, taking some of the pressure off of her abdomen. “Lift your leg,” I said.

Leah watched through heavy eyes as I slid the tail of the pillow between her thighs and knees, easing the ache in her lower back and pelvis that she had mentioned.

“I love you,” she said in a content sigh.

I laughed. “Does it help?”

“Mhmm.” Leah yawned. “I lied. The bookshelf can wait until tomorrow. You sure you want to give me this thing? You’re replacing yourself.”

I kicked off my jeans, then grabbed the neck of my long sleeve shirt and pulled it over my head before rolling it into a log. “Nah. I’m not being replaced. The pillow is a teammate.”

I climbed in behind her and wiggled her shirt up and over her belly until she obliged and let me pull it all the way off of her. I unsnapped her bra and tossed it on the floor. Her breasts were fucking spectacular. They were full and heavy as I slid my rolled-up shirt between them to take the pressure off of her chest.

Leah was quiet as I settled in behind her and skated my hand up and down her hip and thigh.

“You okay?” I murmured against the top of her head.

She nodded and cuddled into the body pillow a little more. “You thought of everything.”

“Is it helping?”

She nodded. “I haven’t felt this good in a while. I guess I got so used to the weight of the baby and all the changes in my body that it kind of hit me all at once when we started moving. It’s like...once I finally get used to a stage of pregnancy, everything changes and I feel like a stranger in my body again. I haven’t gotten used to this body yet.”

I couldn’t think of anything to say except what an honor it had been to be able to watch her body grow as our son developed inside of her.

I never wanted to come back to Beaufort. I had been content running away from it all. She was the act of God that brought me back.

I wrapped my arm around her belly and held both of them close. “Watching you be so selfless with your body makes me a selfish man. I think you’re so fucking sexy.” I slid my hand down the curve of her ass and gave it a little squeeze. “I fantasize about you every waking moment.”

“Tell me,” she whispered.

“Tell you what?”

“Tell me your fantasies.” Her lips quirked. “I told you mine and that’s what got us into this mess.”

I kissed behind her ear. “If this is messy, then I never want to get clean.”

Leah’s laugh was startlingly bright. “Come on. Tell me your fantasies or I’ll think you’re just blowing smoke.”

No way in hell was I just blowing smoke.

“I think about you on your hands and knees. Your tits swinging as I fuck you. That sound you make when I hit just the right spot.”

The little breath that escaped her lips was music to my ears.

I trailed my knuckles down her spine. “I love that moment when you tip your head back and arch your back.”

She pushed her ass into my hips.

I chuckled as I grazed the back of her shoulder with my teeth. “That’s my girl.”

“What else?” she whispered as her fingers tightened on the pillow.

“I love the feeling when I slide into you for the first time. Your pussy is so tight that I stop breathing for a second.” I smoothed my palm over her ass and between her legs. Thanks to the pillow between her knees, I had uninhibited access to her sex.

Leah gasped when I cupped her pussy and squeezed.

“Do you need something, baby?” I growled as I nipped at her ear.

She tried to clench her thighs to ease the ache, but the pillow kept them apart. I skated my fingertips up and down the gusset of her panties, teasing her slit but not satiating her craving.

“Logan,” she whimpered.

I grinned against her spine. “I love hearing you say my name like that.”

Her nipples were tight beads, thick and swollen with need. I cupped her breast and grazed her nipple with the pad of my thumb.

“Logan!” her cry of desire was much more desperate.

“What’s the matter, beautiful?” I teased in an innocent tone. “You sound like you’re uncomfortable.”

“Please,” she begged.

“Ah, I think I’m going to need you to be a little more specific,” I said as I teased her nipple again.

“I need you to fuck me,” she gasped.

Leah tried to roll over onto her back, but I stopped her with my hand on her hip. “Stay on your side. It’ll be easier for you.”

“But I?—”

I grabbed a spare pillow and added it to the one already between her legs, parting them a little bit more.

“Are you going to fuck me through my underwear?” she asked with a sassy lift of her eyebrow.

“Well, just for that little bit of attitude...” I gripped the seam on the hip of her underwear and pulled until the fabric tore.

“Logan!” she shrieked with a laugh.

I loved every iteration of my name on her lips. The soft, breathy version when she was turned on. The joy-filled giggle. Even the teary version I heard when she needed comfort. I wanted to hear every version of my name from her mouth because I wanted to experience every moment with her—the good, the bad, the hard and trying, and the conquering.

I quickly snapped the gusset of her panties in two and pushed the torn fabric out of the way. “You’re so wet for me,” I said as I teased her clit.

Leah’s gasping cry was sharp and soft all at once. “Right there. Please?—”

“Atta girl.” I squeezed her tit. “Get loud for me. I don’t want you to hold in a single one of those little sounds that I replay on my phone while I fuck my hand.”

She groaned, deep and desperate, as I toyed with her nipple.

“Maybe I’ll get your vibrator and hold it on your clit while I make you listen to that recording again. I’ll keep you on edge while you listen to how fucking dirty you sounded while you begged for my dick. Is that what you want, sweetheart? You want to be my dirty girl?”

Leah nodded quickly. “Yes,” she gasped. “But I want your dick. Now. ”

I eased down the bed just a hair, my thick erection brushing down her ass before I notched it between her parted legs.

“I’m going to fill your pretty pussy, sweetheart.”

“Please.”

I pushed inside of her at an excruciatingly slow pace. Leah’s desperation was music to my ears. She tried to thrash, but I had her flush against my chest, trapped between me and the long pillow.

“Just stay still and I’ll make you feel so fucking good.” I settled deep inside of her and buried my nose in the back of her neck. “You’re so wet for me. Have you been this needy all day?”

Leah nodded.

“Baby...” I massaged her breasts. “It’s my job to keep you comfortable. If you need my cock inside of you, just ask.”

Leah whimpered as goosebumps flooded her skin. “I need you to fuck me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I pulled back just enough to snap my hips and drive into her. Two, then three more thrusts, and she was sopping wet. “Goddamn,” I grunted. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Harder.”

I obliged, staving off my own release until she was squirming and begging in desperation. Her breasts bounced with each thrust.

“Are you gonna make a mess on my dick, honeybee? I’ve never felt you this wet.” I wrapped my hand around her throat, feeling her racing pulse throbbing.

“I needed this,” she gasped, her voice threadbare from the pressure of my palm.

“That’s my good girl. Take what you need. I want you to come for me.”

Our bodies were sticky and slicked with sweat, but the connection was something I had been craving. It was everything and more.

“I’m so close.”

I threaded my arm between our tangled legs and teased her clit, thumbing it back and forth until she was trembling. I let my release crash the moment that Leah shattered.

“There you go,” I soothed, holding her tight against my chest as she thrashed, riding out her orgasm.

Leah relaxed against me, melting into the nest of pillows. “That was...”

The dreamy haze across her eyes said it all. I kissed her temple, holding her against my chest as my dick softened inside of her until I pulled out.

“I need to clean up and change the sheets,” she whispered as she wiggled the pillows out from between her legs.

“All you’re going to do right now is lie here and breathe.”

“You came inside of me and now it’s dripping down my leg. I need to?—”

I slid the flats of my fingers up the inside of her thighs, gathering any remnants of my release before shoving two fingers inside of her.

“No baby,” I said as I pushed every last drop back in her cunt as deep as I could, then sank my teeth into her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.

Leah gasped at the bite of pain.

Mine.

“Get used to having my cum inside of you. And if you can’t keep it in, I’m more than happy to do it for you. But this pussy is mine, Leah. Do we understand each other?”

Leah nodded, her eyes fluttering closed.

I stroked her inner walls, feeling my release swirling around my fingers as I made her tremble again when I found a particular spot she liked.

“You gonna come for me again?”

“M-Maybe.”

“I think you can,” I said as I curled my fingers, stroking that rough patch of nerves in her pussy. “I don’t think this cunt has had enough. You’re still hungry for me.”

“Then fill me,” she whispered.

I grabbed her hips with both hands and yanked her up to her hands and knees.

“You good?” I asked as I pumped my cock in my palm until I was ready to go, then pushed inside of her.

“Uh-huh.”

I slammed into her without warning or mercy.

Leah tossed her head back on the first thrust. “Yes,” she whispered at the ceiling. “So good.”

“I already filled you once, and I’m going to do it again,” I promised.

“Fill me,” she begged. “Use me. Make me yours.”

I didn’t have to be asked twice. I salivated over the bounce and recoil of her breasts with each jolt of our bodies crashing against each other as we chased ecstasy.

I pushed my hips up, changing the angle enough to hit that spot she liked. Leah dropped her head into the pillow and screamed. It muffled the sound, but did nothing to silence her pleas for more, more, more.

She shattered the moment I reached around her thigh and toyed with her clit.

“That’s right, beautiful. Let go. I’ve got you.” I wrapped my arms around her thighs, keeping her hips up, fucking her hard and fast while she crashed. “Hold still while I fill you up again.”

Lightning flashed down my spine as my orgasm hit me like a tractor-trailer. I watched with rapt fascination as my release streamed down her thigh.

“So fucking pretty,” I murmured as I sat back on my haunches and parted her slick folds, watching my cum coat her entrance. “You’re my obsession, Leah,” I said as I traced the opening to her pussy. I scooped her up into my arms and carried her to the bathroom. “So I hope you’re okay with that.”

Glimmering eyes filled with trust and adoration opened and met mine. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted to be.”