10. Logan
Chapter Ten
LOGAN
I don’t exactly know what I’m expecting out of this weekend, but I can’t seem to help myself. She’s here, back in my bed, naked, with her lips swollen from my kisses, and it’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven.
Not that this can last forever.
A part of her still hates me, still sees me as beneath her, and I can tell. I can see it in her big, blue eyes.
I’ve never been good enough for her. I’ve spent the last few years of my life trying to be a man she’d want, who deserves her, but I’m not there.
I don’t know if I ever will be.
Meredith bounces out of bed when a knock sounds on the door and heads toward it.
I reach out and grab her wrist, pulling her back.
She stumbles backward into my lap, squealing.
“You can’t answer the door like that,” I growl in her ear.
She snorts. “I was going to put on a robe, silly.”
I huff against her throat, kissing her there.
She tilts her head back and moans softly, and my dick springs to attention.
“No one gets to see that body but me.”
She looks at me, still smiling, and rolls her eyes. “I guess you’re still the jealous type.”
“About you, yes.”
I’ve never been particularly possessive or jealous about any other woman, but Meredith? It makes me want to scream when I think about who she might have bedded in the years we were apart. I want all of their names. And addresses.
She kisses my nose and stands up, grabbing a robe from the bathroom and cinching it before she opens the door.
The bellhop still blushes at her state of undress, pushing in the cart.
Meredith thanks him and takes my wallet off the nightstand, sliding him a twenty-dollar bill. He grins, and she smiles back, and jealousy rushes through me once again.
He’s just a bellhop. It’s just a tip, a normal social interaction, but I don’t want her smiles to be for anyone but me. I know it’s a ridiculous caveman way to think, but I’ve never claimed to be evolved.
She pushes the cart over to the bed as the bellhop makes his exit, and I sit up, the sheets tangled around my legs, reaching for bacon.
She slaps my hand. “You’re allergic to pork.”
I pout. “Just mildly.”
“It’ll give you a rash and then you’ll have a bad weekend.”
I groan. “All right, fair enough. Can I have eggs, princess?”
She laughs. “You may.”
I roll my eyes at how much she’s enjoying this and fill my plastic fork with eggs and snag a piece of toast.
Meredith is more than happy to chow down on the pork, and I narrow my eyes at her playfully.
“You’re really rubbing it in.”
She grins with her mouth full and keeps eating.
I can’t help the soft smile on my face as I watch her. It’s been so long since I’ve seen Meredith happy like this. The last time I’d seen her before we reconnected... the tears running down her face, her wet, blue eyes...
She frowns, chewing and swallowing. “Do I have something on my face?”
“Just beauty.” I smirk, and she snorts.
“That’s a terrible line.”
“Did it work?”
“I’m half-naked in your bed, aren’t I? You don’t have to give me cheesy lines at this point. You’ve already gotten into my panties.”
I shrug. “Maybe I like to keep the romance alive.”
She looks at me curiously. “Are you this romantic with other women you’ve dated?”
What other women?
The only dates I’ve gone to were forced, set up by friends or coworkers. And those never led anywhere.
“Maybe,” I tease, and she wrinkles her nose.
“Forget it. I don’t want to hear about it.”
“Now who’s the jealous type?” I push the cart away, and it bangs into the nightstand.
Meredith whines. “My sausage!”
“You already ate three pieces, you’ll be fine.” I grab her around the waist and pull her on top of me.
She straddles my hips easily, the robe falling open and revealing her creamy, pert breasts.
My hands knead them.
They fit in my palms almost perfectly. More than a handful is a waste, as I’ve always said.
Mostly because Meredith’s breasts fit my hands, and she’s the only woman I’ve ever loved. The only one I’ve ever wanted to touch. Everything about her is my favorite thing.
Even now. Maybe especially now.
She’s different, more jaded, less naive. But there’s still the hint of the old Meredith, the one who loved me so wildly, kissed me until both our lips were bruised.
I love you. I’ve always loved you.
I hate the way the words get stuck in my throat.
Instead of speaking, revealing things that I should never reveal, I catch her mouth with mine.
I shove my tongue into her throat roughly, and she moans low in her throat, rocking her hips on top of me.
I’m already half-hard because of her gorgeous breasts, and I swell to full mast when she rubs her hot core against me. There’s only the thin fabric of the sheets between us.
I groan. “Meredith.”
“Logan.” She rolls her hips again in a fluid motion, and I grit my teeth.
“You want to ride me, princess?”
She shivers as if my words affect her, and I grin.
Instead of answering me, she reaches between us, shoving aside the sheet and grasping me at my base.
I hiss out a breath at the feel of her small fingers trying to wrap around me.
She shifts, rubbing the head of my cock at her hot, wet entrance. She’s so slick I slide right in, and she fully seats herself with a long moan.
“I love the way you sound. Love all the little noises you make, princess.”
She starts to roll her hips, her eyes rolling back into her head. “I told you not to call me that.”
“Can’t help it,” I grunt, hips bucking up into her as I grab onto her hips. “You’ve always been my princess.”
Meredith huffs out a breath as if annoyed, but she doesn’t stop moving, gasping as I thrust up beneath her.
I try to think of anything else but how her breasts bounce, how her body swivels on my cock, because I’m so close to bursting I can barely stand it.
When she cries out my name and starts to pulse around me, it’s all over. I can’t hold back anymore, and I lean up into a sitting position, my hands going up her back.
I roll my hips up into her, stuttering out a groan as I spill inside her.
Meredith collapses into my arms, and I rub her back as she comes down, kissing along her bare shoulder where the robe has slipped off.
“This is going to be a long weekend, if we keep doing that,” she jokes.
I hope it lasts forever.
Something tells me it won’t, though, something tells me I’ll blink, and it’ll be time to go back to work.
But what happens after this?
I’ll just see her all the time, watch her move on from our little getaway?
I try not to think about what I’ll do if and when she starts dating again, it makes something viscous and poisonous rise in the back of my throat.
Mine , my heart says, just like it always has.
“Are you okay?” Meredith snaps me back to reality.
I give her a half-smile. “Never better, princess.”
“I guess you’re never going to stop calling me that. Just not in public, okay?”
I shrug. “I’ll do my best.”
She shifts on the bed, allowing me to slip out of her now that I’m spent, and she heads to the shower on shaky legs.
I watch her, the curve of her ass, her long legs, and get up to follow her.
“I’ll never get washed if you join me.” But she’s smiling, and I grab her around the waist and kiss her thoroughly.
She kisses me back, making a cute little sound in the back of her throat. Then she pulls away and turns on the water, almost too hot but somehow comfortable.
Meredith steps under the spray, and I get in, my eyes roving over her body.
She looks only slightly different than she had when we were together–her hips fuller, belly softer, facial features a little sharper. She’s gorgeous, maybe even more beautiful than before.
It hurts to look at her, knowing that after this weekend, I’ll never see this body again.
“Something’s wrong.” She pouts, and my eyes shoot to her face. “You’re supposed to be giving me this fun weekend, but you almost look sad, even though I’m standing naked in front of you.”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mumble.
What happens after this weekend? Where do we go from here?
But if I ask that question, she’ll pull away. She won’t be flirting cutely with me anymore, there will be sadness in her blue eyes.
I can’t bring up our past, as badly as I want to tell her that although so many things have changed for both of us, one thing hasn’t. I love her. I love her just the way I did back then.
But that doesn’t matter, for so many reasons. Because she’s my best friend’s little sister. Because she deserves so much more than a neglected boy who fought his way to the top. Because I love her enough to let her go.
After this weekend, I’ll do just that.
I pull her close, my arms around her waist, and she looks up at me with a smirk.
“We can’t get dirty! I’m trying to be clean.”
I drop to my knees.
“Then let me clean you up, princess.”