48. At Last
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
at last
LOGAN
REYNOLDS VINEYARD
PRESENT DAY
“Sunshine?” Abi murmurs. “You okay?”
I glance around the room… I’m sure Carly and Brendan wouldn’t miss one measly little bottle of champagne. If I can’t beat his ass, I’m stealing his booze. Lesser of two evils.
“I think we should celebrate.”
“What did you have in mind?”
I snatch a bottle off of the rack, resisting the urge to try and flip it, even though that would look so cool right now.
“I can’t think of a better way to christen the two of us, than drinking your ex-fiancé’s wine off of your gorgeous tits.”
“Logan!” She places a hand on her chest, lowering her voice dramatically. “That’s stealing!”
“I won’t tell if you won’t,” I purr.
Abi smirks, a little twinkle in her eye as she climbs onto the barrel and slowly begins to work the buttons on her blouse.
“Your secret crimes are safe with me.”
She raises a brow, shrugging off her top before working the clasp on her bra and tossing it aside. The tour is still above us, and I can hear Carly’s voice slicing through layer upon layer of brick and wood. We might not have as much time as I had hoped.
Maybe I can barricade the door…
Or maybe it’s hotter if we get caught.
“What are you waiting for, Sunshine?” She teases her nipples. “Bust open that champagne.”
“Oh, actually? It has to come from the champagne region of France for it to be considered champagne, otherwise it’s Prosecco, Cava, Crémant— I should really shut the fuck up, shouldn’t I?”
She lets out a giggle and I quickly get to work tearing the cork out. Foam spills over the lip of the bottle as Abi plucks it from my hand, a sly smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.
“How about I pour, and you get down on your knees, Doctor?”
Drinking stolen wine in Abi’s ex’s wine cellar wasn’t on my road trip bingo card, but when in Rome, right? I slowly work my way down her body, swirling my tongue over her pebbled nipples as she starts to pour. The sweat on her skin mixed with the sweetness of the wine is fucking delicious, and almost as intoxicating as her moans.
“Oh, fuck . Don’t stop!”
I bite down on her nipple and hear her cry out, distracted just long enough to miss the bottle crashing down onto the floor.
We both freeze in a panic, staring up at the ceiling.
“Do you think they heard that?” I whisper, releasing her nipple with a soft pop.
Abi looks down at me, biting her lip.
“Might be even hotter if they did.”
I’m grinning from ear to ear, my whole body feeling like it’s on fire.
“You kinky little minx, Doctor King.”
“I learned from the best.”
She runs her hand through my hair, and my stomach swarms with butterflies. I want this forever. I want her forever.
“Tell me you love me again.”
Abi’s face lights up, eyes flickering with desire in the low light.
“I love you, Logan Flynn.”
That’s all I need to hear. We’ll figure the rest out later when we get home, but in this moment, we’re free to truly be us for the first time in years.
I return to the task at hand, licking the sticky remnants of wine off of her tits, and falling into a beautiful rhythm as my mouth slowly works its way down her body.
Moan, gasp, giggle.
Giggle, moan, gasp.
I spread her legs, kissing up each thigh before biting down. Abi’s high-pitched keen fills the room, and she grips my hair tightly as I soothe the bite mark with my tongue.
“Too much?”
“I liked it.”
“Good.”
I start to tease her clit through her thin lacy panties, working her up until she’s biting down on her knuckles. I love the idea of getting her so turned on that she might just blow our cover completely.
“I want these soaked by the time I fuck you.”
I can see the anticipation building up inside her; it looks like it’s killing her as much as it’s killing me, but the voices above us are getting louder. Closer. I’m practically trembling with desire, but I refuse to stop. I can taste her through the lace, her arousal coating my tongue.
“More,” she whimpers. “Logan, please.”
Everything around me smells like wine and her.
Abi shivers, and the wetter she gets, the tighter the knot in my stomach becomes until I can’t take it anymore. I have to get a good look at her glistening cunt. I push the fabric aside, my mouth watering at the sight of her, slick and pink and ready for anything.
“Whose pussy is this?” I growl.
She stammers and I spit on her cunt.
“Tell me, Shortcake.”
“Yours!”
“Good girl.”
I slide two fingers inside, breathing along with her as her back arches, and she starts to roll her hips to match my agile thrusts.
“I think they’re getting closer.”
Shit. She’s right.
I got so lost focusing on her that I completely forgot to keep an ear out for Carly and her little tour. It sounds like pretty soon they’ll be heading down the hall.
Right toward us.
But there’s no way we’re stopping now. I can still fuck Abi, clean up the mess we’ve made, and sneak out of here without getting caught.
Easy peasy.
Did I lock that door though?
I get back to work, my mouth and fingers working in tandem to push her right to the edge.
“Oh, fuck . Imagine if this is what Carly sees when she walks in.” Abi’s moan becomes a throaty laugh. “I’d kill to see the look on— oh my god!”
I push my fingers against her G-spot and she responds instantly, riding my face as she lets out desperate little snarls. My dick is so hard it’s like I’m about to combust, but I keep stroking that spot, feeling her clench tighter around my fingers as she begs for more.
“Logan, I’m gonna?—”
I want to taste her on my tongue every morning. I want those whimpers and moans etched into my memory, like a hook from a song you can’t get out of your head no matter how long it's been since you’ve heard it.
My name is torn from her lips, her voice shredded and raspy as she tumbles over the edge. I keep working her through the last dregs of her climax and lapping it up like honey until her body goes limp.
Abi’s slumped against the wall, her forehead glistening with sweat. I almost think she’s too exhausted to keep going until she raises a brow.
“Are you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna fuck me, pretty boy?”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice.
I press a feverish kiss to her lips, overwhelmed by my desire for her. My love for her. She’s everything I’ve ever needed and more.
Abi wraps her legs around my waist, desperate to devour me, and I welcome it with open arms. I grasp her wrists, pinning her arms above her head with one hand as I guide my cock toward her slick entrance with the other.
“Beg for it,” I growl.
“I don’t think we have time for games, Sunshine,” she purrs, tugging on my bolo tie and yanking me toward her.
I grin, kissing her softly.
“Indulge me.”
“Please.” The grit in her voice makes my heart thunder. “Make me yours.”
“Oh, Shortcake.” I sink into her warm, wet cunt with a single thrust. “You’ve been mine this whole time, you just didn’t know it yet.”
Her back arches, those pouty lips parted and begging to be kissed. She smells delicious, like warm sun on fresh fruit and I squeeze her wrists hard, every cell in my body finely attuned to her needs as I fuck her.
She’s whimpering, shivering, and I’m so fucking close, I can taste it.
I want that ring on her finger to mean something real.
Because since the night I met her, there’s never been anyone else.
But the sound of Carly’s voice floating down the stairs slices right through this beautiful moment.
“Now, it’s like I said outside, this is the crown jewel of the winery, the place where all the magic happens!”
The door handle rattles, and panic surges through me.
“Shit,” Carly mutters from outside.
Huh. I guess I did lock it.
But… she’s probably got a key.
“Don’t you dare stop.”
Sweat gathers on the back of my neck as the handle rattles again, louder this time.
I keep thrusting. Slowly. Methodically. And Abi just beams through it, rolling her hips to meet mine.
“You’re a bad girl, Shortcake.” I press my forehead against hers. “They’re gonna come in here.”
“Then we’d better give them a good show.”
Suddenly, I don’t care about the rattling door handle, or Carly muttering about her keys. It all fades into the background, and I pound into Abi until her eyes roll back.
When I look at her, all I see is the sun peeking through the clouds, showing me what the rest of my life could look like. That’s never changed.
The difference is this time, I’m ready to take the leap.
“I’m coming!” Abi gasps, ripping her mouth away from mine and burying her face in my chest. “Oh, fuck!”
Someone kicks the door and I hear Carly’s frustrated growl on the other side of it. But I can’t stop. I’m dangling right on that beautiful fucking edge, totally willing to go to jail for this.
Can you go to jail for boning in someone’s wine cellar?
I guess I’m about to find out.
“I think I left my key upstairs in the office. How about we take the tour up there for the time being? Oh! And I’ll show you the…”
Her voice fades away, along with a smattering of footsteps, and the relief is enough to send me into a frenzy. I thrust harder, feeling Abi grip my arms tightly as we both reach our peaks.
“I’m right there!” She groans. “I’m right?—”
She bites down into my shoulder as my own bliss comes crashing down on me. I squeeze my eyes shut, savoring as much of it as I can. Her sweat, her perfume, the wine… it all mingles together until I’m reduced to a shuddering mess.
Our bodies begin to slow down as we crawl back down to earth, and I find myself gazing into her big green eyes, and that smile that makes me feel like I’m home no matter where I am.
I knew we could never go back to the way things were.
I knew I couldn’t leave here without making her mine.
“I love you Shortcake.”