Chapter 26
Rilla
“Yes..right there…Logan…”
My nails scrape against his scalp hard, his face buried between my legs.
This is the first time he’s spent the night. I was hesitant and for good reason. What if I talk in my sleep? What if he snores? What if he steals my comforter, and in a sleep-induced rage, I smother him to death with my orthopedic pillow?
So many things could happen.
Things have been going so well between us, and rather than push the envelope, I was happy to just maintain the status quo.
But after he gave me three hard earned orgasms, I didn’t have it in me to turn him out into the cold. He’d fucked the fight out of me.
The last thing I remembered thinking was that I’d never fall asleep with the big lug draped over me like a quilt. It didn’t matter how perfectly my body fit against his. It simply wasn’t going to work.
But I’d been wrong. I’d slept long and soundly wrapped up in his arms. Apparently, I’m a perfect little spoon. Who knew?
Logan seemed to enjoy it too, judging by the hard object pressed against my ass when I woke up. Morning sex was an unexpected perk that I hadn’t even considered. I’d stretched slowly, making sure to grind myself against him purposefully. The action earned me a groan as he nuzzled his stubble-covered face against my neck and croaked the sexiest “good morning” ever uttered.
And that is how I wound up with my legs spread, heels digging into his muscular back, clinging to his dark hair as he goes down on me.
“I love the way you taste.”
I bite my lower lip hard because if I don’t, I’m not sure what secrets will come out of me. I love the way he tastes me, as though I’m his all-time favorite flavor and he has no self control. The way he touches me like his hands are paying tribute to me any chance they get. The way his words tell me things I’ve always longed to hear, I just didn’t know it until he said them.
He makes me feel desired and cherished and so goddamn special.
I can’t make myself say any of this to him, so I try to show him what he means to me and hope that it’s enough.
“Inside me…now.”
I don’t need to tell him twice. He plants a final kiss on my pussy before pushing himself up to his knees. In one skilled maneuver he flips me over onto my stomach and buries himself deep inside me with one stroke.
Our moans echo off the bedroom walls, filling the air with a melody only we know.
Last night, we had a very mature conversation about condoms and mutually agreed that we didn’t need to continue using them as we had both been tested recently. I’ve got an IUD, and we are seeing each other exclusively. Best. Decision. Ever.
“I am never going to get over how good it feels to be inside you bare,” he says against the sensitive skin on my neck. Without pulling out, he wraps his arms around my waist, gently lifting me up so I’m kneeling with him. I raise my arms behind his head and hold on tight while he continues to move.
I’m drunk on the pleasure he’s giving me. I start to buck against him, my release nearing, but he keeps me steady, his hands on my hips controlling our pace as he edges me closer.
“Nothing has ever felt this good, Rilla.”
I want to say it back. I want to tell him how good he feels, how much he makes me feel, but the words refuse to come. My head leans back against his shoulder and I feel myself tightening around him. Knowing what I want without needing me to ask, he moves one hand between my legs and pinches my clit.
“That’s it, Kitten. Come for me.”
I do, screaming his name over and over like it’s the only word I’m capable of while he carries us both home.
We lay facing each other afterwards. It’s an odd combination of being exhausted and exhilarated at the same time. Sated and yet always wanting more. I honestly feel like I could stay here all day, but my bladder has other ideas.
Logan protests when I creep towards the edge of the bed, but relents when I promise to be right back. There is a chill in the apartment and I throw on the first clothes I see on my way to the bathroom.
After relieving myself, I wash my hands with every intention of crawling back in bed with my Pretty Boy Stalker. Before I can make it there, a loud knock sounds at my door.
Assuming it’s Betty I pad to the door, ready to tell her I’m not up for breakfast, or craft fairing, or alphabetizing my spice drawer.
“Surprise!” I barely have time to register what’s happening before my mother’s arms are around me, squeezing the life out of me.
“Mom…Dad.” My father beams down at us while my mother continues to lovingly strangle me. “This is a surprise.”
“I know! Isn’t it wonderful?” She gives me one more bone crushing squeeze and a quick kiss on the cheek before breezing into the apartment. “You’ve moved a few things around!”
After accepting a much gentler hug from my dad, I close the door, still reeling from my surprise guests.
“What are you doing here?” I ask as I watch her flit around my apartment, examining the space. We had a few unseasonably warm days before the weather turned chilly again, but my mother is dressed like Spring is here and here to stay. Her cheerful pastel green coat matches her oversized, square glasses frames.
“Your father wanted to try his new Benz out on the highway and we thought we may as well make a day out of it.”
I exchange a knowing look with my father and she breaks. “I miss my babies. Okay? I’m a grown woman who can do as she pleases and I wanted to see my little ones.”
“We’re both taller than you and nearing thirty.”
“You and your brother will always be our babies. I didn’t want to wait until Easter to see you! So get dressed. We’re taking everyone to brunch!”
“Great! I love brunch.” I open the door again, thinking fast on my feet. “Why don’t you mosey down the hall and grab Josh and Betty while I grab a quick shower.”
“No need to grab us,” my brother says as he breezes through the open door, Betty hot on his heels. She gives me an apologetic shrug before greeting my parents.
“We texted them when we were an hour out,” Mom explains as she hugs my brother. “Didn’t want to drop in unexpectedly on the love birds in their new nest.”
Well, I’m glad to see you respect someone’s privacy, Mother.
Everyone is busy exchanging hugs and I’m desperate to get them out of here so I can swiftly extradite Logan.
“Great. The whole gang is here.” I clap my hands both to fake enthusiasm and get everyone’s attention. “Like I said, I need a shower so why don’t you all go catch up next door and I’ll meet you there in, say, fifteen minutes?”
Josh quirks an eyebrow at me, but doesn’t say anything.
“Of course, Dear. I’ll just pop to the bathroom to freshen up before we go.” My mother moves closer to the bedroom, closer to Logan.
No, no, no.
“That reminds me, did you hang up the curtains I bought you the last time we were–oh!”
Fuck.
My usually unflappable mother appears once again in my living room looking…well, rather flapped.
“What’s wrong, Nancy?” my Dad asks, but before Mom can answer, the plot thickens.
A shirtless Logan steps tentatively into view and the room falls silent. No one speaks. No one breathes. Did I mention he’s shirtless?
“Hello,” he says, offering my family a small wave. He addresses my mother, “I’m so sorry I startled you.” The man is remarkably formal for someone half-naked.
“No, no! It’s my fault. I just didn’t realize anyone else was here.” Mom can’t seem to stop her nervous giggles as she clasps her invisible pearls.
“Not at all. It’s very nice to meet you, all of you. I’m Logan, Rilla’s boyfriend.”
I’ve been asking myself all week if that’s what Logan is to me, but to hear him confirm it, in a room with the people I love most, makes me feel like I might swoon. My boyfriend. I have a boyfriend. Logan is my boyfriend.
From the looks of every other Pine in the room, it’s not what they expected him to say. I think he would have shocked them less if he had told them he was my master or my priest.
“Yup,” I say, rocking back on my heels. “Surprises all around this morning. Logan, my parents, Nancy and Tom, my brother, Josh, and Betty, who you’ve already met. Everyone, this is my Logan, I mean my boyfriend, Logan.”
“It’s so nice to meet you,” my mother says smiling almost maniacally at him. I can’t remember the last time I saw her this happy.
“It’s very nice to meet you as well. All of you.” He looks around the room.
“I would normally hug you, but you know, you’re not wearing…” my mother’s voice trails off.
“She’s a hugger,” my father confirms, dryly, looking anywhere but Logan’s bare torso.
“Why aren’t you wearing your shirt?” I ask quietly, my face frozen in an entirely forced smile.
He gives me a very meaningful look that I’m not interpreting at all before finally answering, “Because you’re wearing it.”
Betty snorts loudly and covers her face, mortified. I’m grateful to her because it breaks the tension in the room, and everyone, including Josh and my dad, laughs.
“We’ll let you two get ready and then we’ll all go eat.” My mother claps her hands like we’re the children she used to teach as an elementary school teacher. “Logan, you’ll join us, I hope?”
His eyes flit to me and all I can do is shrug. I’ve completely lost control of the situation, if I ever had it in the first place. I don’t see how this could possibly get worse.
“I’d love to.”
“Wonderful!” she exclaims.
“Wonderful,” he echoes.
Wonderful.