9. Meredith
Chapter Nine
MEREDITH
I try to talk myself out of it the whole way to Logan’s hotel room, but when we get in the car and his hands start to push up my skirt, I can’t deny it anymore.
I want him. I want him so much it hurts. And I don’t want to stop, even if it might break my heart later.
We arrive at the hotel room door, but Logan can’t keep his hands off me.
“Logan,” I breathe as he has me against the wall, his hand up my skirt, massaging me through my panties. “We’re in the hallway, you gotta let us in.”
“Fuck.” He’s breathing hard against my neck before taking the hotel key and opening the door.
He’s kissing me as the door swings shut behind us, removing his shirt, popping buttons.
I pull at the hem of my own blouse, getting it over my head between kisses, my skin on fire.
Stop! Stop! Stop , my brain warns, but the rest of me wants him so badly I can’t stand it anymore.
I’ve wanted him ever since he left, wanted him since the last time we were together, and there’s no reason to fight it. Not now, anyway.
One time can’t hurt.
“God, Meredith,” he moans against my mouth when I grope him through his pants. “Want you so bad. I’ve always wanted you so bad.”
His words make my heart skip a beat, but I ignore it, chasing the feeling I get when his lips are pressed to mine, when his tongue is in my mouth.
I’ve always wanted him, too, but the words won’t come out.
“I missed you,” he breathes against my skin when he has me down on the bed, nude, having undressed me before I could process.
He kisses my collarbone, between my breasts, moving to take a nipple into his mouth, his hand cupping my pussy almost possessively.
I moan, writhing beneath his hand and trying to get more friction, but he stops me, looping a hand around my throat.
“Not yet.” He takes the other nipple into his mouth, worrying the peak between his teeth.
I hiss, rolling my hips against his hands until he tightens his hand on my throat.
“Not yet, princess.”
I go limp, panting, my body hot from his commanding words and his hand around my throat, his fingers sliding through my lower lips.
He inserts two, shoving them in and, God, how does he remember that I love the sudden stretch?
He knows me sexually better than anyone I’ve ever known, and I know it’ll be hard to stop at one night.
That should worry me enough to tell him to stop, to kick at him and keep my dignity, but it’s too late. I’m so close to an orgasm I could scream, and his dick is poking me in my hip.
His perfectly curved, big dick.
I shiver under his touch as he pumps two fingers in and out of me, but I move my hand to wrap it around the base of his cock.
Logan cries out and thrusts forward, his fingers stuttering inside me.
“You brat .” He’s gasping and still thrusting into my hand.
“You want me just as badly as I want you.”
“Fuck, I do.” He looks at me with blown pupils.
“So, who says you call the shots?”
He smirks at me, but it turns into a moan when I pump my fist.
“You like it when I call the shots.”
“I used to,” I mutter.
I still do .
He releases me, removing his fingers, and I hate myself for a moment until he lies down on his back.
“Why don’t you take what you want, then, princess?”
The way he says it makes me know he’ll still be in control even with me on top of him, and my body is crying out for release.
I straddle him easily, guiding him into me, and Logan grits his teeth, his jaw clenched.
He’s all but pulsing inside me as I start to move, but he stays still–for a moment, at least.
Then he grips me by the hips and thrusts up beneath me, bouncing me on his cock and making me cry out as I come around him suddenly.
“Logan, Logan, Logan, Logan.”
He moans so loudly I’m sure we’ll get noise complaints.
Instead of pulling out of me, he shifts me down on the bed, fucking me hard and fast, latching on to my throat and leaving a mark.
When he finally finishes inside of me, I giggle as he collapses on top of me, kissing along the side of his face.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, and leans down to kiss me slowly and thoroughly.
I kiss him back, deciding that at least for tonight, I’m not going to worry about what comes after. Right now, I’m just going to enjoy this.
“Why did we ever stop doing that?” he asks after he pulls out and lies down next to me, looking up at the ceiling.
I don’t say that it was him that did it, but I’m thinking about it. I can’t seem to help myself.
Logan left me, broke me in ways I didn’t even know I could be broken, and here I am, lying next to him with his seed trickling down my thigh.
What am I doing ?
I swallow hard, pushing all those thoughts away and turning to be in his arms.
Logan immediately pulls me to him, and I sigh against his warm skin.
Logan isn't usually one to go right to sleep after sex, but between what we just did and the alcohol, his eyelids are drifting shut.
“We should get some rest.”
“No work tomorrow. Saturday,” he mumbles, kissing along my throat.
I tilt my head back to give him more access, smiling.
“So what, we’re going to stay in bed all weekend?”
“Yes.”
I let my heart soar just a little.
Can I spend the weekend here? Can I keep my negative thoughts at bay long enough to enjoy just one weekend?
I know the part of me that’s still sixteen and in love would kill for one more weekend.
“Is that what you want?”
He lifts his head, looking at me, searching my face.
“You’d really do that? Spend the weekend with me?”
I bite my lip. “Maybe. I’m thinking about it.”
“Oh, Meredith. I want nothing more than to have you in my bed.”
“For the weekend,” I point out.
He pauses, but then nods. “Yes, of course. The weekend.”
“No promises, but I’ll stay the night,” I promise, and turn over.
Logan snuggles up behind me, putting us together like puzzle pieces, his breath hot at the nape of my neck.
I feel like I’ll never get to sleep, but as soon as I let my head hit the pillow, I’m out.
* * *
I’m woken up by Logan moaning into my ear, rocking his hips against me, his morning erection poking against my ass.
I gasp in a breath when he cups my breasts, still pressing against me.
I start to turn, but he stops me, putting a hand on my hip so tightly it may bruise. I’m thinking that if I end up staying the weekend, I’m going to be bruised and sore for days.
I know that every time I touch those bruises in the shower I’ll think of Logan.
I could push him away, tell him I’ve decided not to stay, but his skin feels so hot and he’s so hard pressing against me and I want to feel him inside me again.
Who am I kidding? I’m staying the weekend.
There’s a part of me who wanted a real goodbye from Logan, and this will have to do the trick.
Logan presses into me from behind, slowly stretching me out as he lifts one of my legs, looping my knee over his bicep.
I choke out a moan, rolling my hips back against him, and he lets out a wrecked groan.
“Princess, if you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”
“Isn’t that the point?”
“Nah.” He puts his hand between my legs, pressing his thumb against my clit. “It's no fun for me until you come at least twice.”
His words make me hot between my thighs, and I grow wetter and wetter as Logan moans and thrusts into me even faster.
“You’re so hot and tight, princess. Feels like you were made for me. Always has.”
He’s right. It does. It feels like we were made to fit together, and I don’t know how to stop wanting this. I don’t know how to fall in love again.
I don’t want to. I’m scared.
I focus on the way he feels pumping in and out of me, stopping my brain from getting too dark.
“Oh, Logan, I’m going to?—”
“Come all over me, princess.”
As if by saying it he called it into existence, I reach my orgasm, and it hits me like a truck.
I roll my hips back and Logan curses, spilling inside of me again.
As he’s heavily breathing and kissing the back of my neck, I reach over to the nightstand and peer at my phone.
“It’s not even six in the morning,” I groan.
Logan laughs.
“Sorry,” he says with a sheepish grin, and I can’t stay mad at him.
I’ve never been a morning person, but Logan always has been, as far as I know. He’s always liked getting up before the sun rises.
I’m more of a sleep-until-noon gal.
“I don’t think you are sorry. If you were sorry, you’d order me some breakfast.”
“Two pieces of sausage, over-easy eggs, and burnt toast?”
I sit up in shock. “How do you remember that?”
“I remember everything.”
But you left me.
My heart seems to freeze over, and for a split second, I consider getting up, grabbing my stuff, and getting the hell out of here. But I don’t.
There’s something that draws me to Logan, something that always has, and that something feels stronger than ever.
We’re different people now.
I can tell he’s different, his eyes less wild, his personality more stoic. He doesn’t seem like the jealous, hotheaded boyfriend I had all those years ago.
He’s still Logan , though, deep down. I wonder if the wildness in him is still there, deep inside.
Part of me hopes so. It was something I was attracted to back then.
The way he made love to me–I'm pretty sure it’s still there.
I swallow hard. “Yeah, that sounds great, Logan.”
My voice sounds flat even to my own ears.
Logan looks at me for a moment, cocking his head, but then he slides out of bed, naked as the day he was born.
I bite my lip, watching his thick, muscular thighs, the tight curve of his ass.
My cheeks burn as if he hadn’t just been inside of me a few moments earlier.
Logan doesn’t seem worried about his lack of clothes, heading to the desk on the other side of the room and picking up the phone to order room service.
I pull the covers around me, my head spinning.
There’re a dozen alarm bells going off, but I keep ignoring them.
This is what I need. One last rendezvous with the man I’ve been in love with since I was a teenager.
After this weekend is over, I’ll finally have him out of my system.