11. Meredith
Chapter Eleven
MEREDITH
I gasp, putting my hand in Logan’s long hair. It’s loose and damp around his shoulders, and he groans against me as I tug it slightly, putting him where I want him.
I let out a long moan when he laps across my clit, and it's only a few minutes before I’m coming, panting, my hips twitching toward him.
Logan stands up, at half mast and with his mouth and chin covered in me, and my face burns as I step aside to let him under the water spray.
I think about returning the favor, but Logan’s phone rings on the nightstand, and he cocks his head, hearing the faint sound.
“I should probably get that. Work stuff.”
I pout. “No work on weekends.”
He snorts. “I wish that was how it worked, princess, but not for me.”
He steps out and grabs a towel, rushing toward his phone, and I stand under the hot spray, washing my hair and just enjoying the water.
I’m sore between my legs, and my throat feels bruised in different places from Logan’s marks, but I’m not sure if I’ve ever felt better.
I hate that Logan makes me so happy just with a couple of days in bed.
By the time I’m finished, I expect Logan to be off the phone, but he isn’t, pacing around on the balcony.
I frown, wondering if something is wrong. I put on a robe and towel dry my hair before opening the balcony and listening.
“I understand,” Logan is saying. “And yes, of course, I’d love to be in business with you, Grayson, but?—”
Oh crap. That’s my brother.
Grayson being Logan’s best friend is one of the many reasons we had to hide our relationship when we were teenagers, and if my brother found out that we were sleeping together even now, he’d freak out.
Grayson pretends to be evolved. He even cut Mother out of his life because she’s such a snob, she’d rather have him hurting forever than be with the woman he loves, and Mother got away with it for years before he finally found out. She even tried to do it again when Gray brought Lilian back along with Max.
But I don’t know if he really understands things. Honestly, I don’t think either of us can truly understand Logan and what he went through.
For all their faults, our parents at least never beat the crap out of us. Dad preferred to spend his days working, and Mother was always a social butterfly that was more concerned about status and what others thought than about our feelings.
Logan, on the other hand, only knew neglect of the painful kind.
I slowly and quietly shut the balcony sliding door and sit down on the edge of the bed, my lip caught between my teeth.
I could go right now. I could leave and end all of this. It’s going to be over tomorrow anyway, and this way, I don’t have to watch him walk away from me.
But I stay seated on the bed until Logan comes back inside, and then I crawl under the covers.
He chuckles. “We just got up; you can’t be tired already.”
“You wore me out.”
Logan grins, climbing onto the bed like a big cat of some kind, the muscles of his biceps flexing as he hovers over me.
“Not yet, I haven’t.”
“What did Grayson want?”
Logan sighs. “You heard, huh?”
“A little bit.”
Logan runs his fingers through his damp hair that curls at the ends. “Grayson wants to do some work for me. Promote my business in the city with his marketing team.”
I swallow hard. “So, Grayson will be around a lot more, huh?”
He nods slowly. “Sounds like it.”
“Which means...”
“It doesn’t mean anything.” His voice is firm and low. “He doesn’t have to know anything that goes on behind closed doors, don’t worry.”
I frown. “Who said I’m worried? Whatever happens this weekend, after it’s over...”
I shake my head.
I can’t imagine what happens after we leave this room. I don’t want to think about it.
Logan looks away.
“Yeah.” There’s something nearly broken in that one word and it almost breaks me too.
Could he be as upset about this weekend ending as I am?
He can’t be, though. He’s the one that left me, without any real explanation. He didn’t love me then, and he sure as hell doesn’t now. Not after all these years away without a single word.
We don’t know each other anymore.
“Should we cut it short, then?”
Logan’s eyes snap to mine, and he frowns. “No. Of course not.”
He covers me with his body, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand.
“We have plenty of time left. I plan on spending it worshipping this body, princess.”
* * *
The rest of the weekend goes by in a flash of blurred pleasure and Logan’s sweet words, him panting “princess” into my ear when I come around him is something that will live with me forever.
When I close my eyes on Sunday night, I’m wrapped up in Logan’s arms, listening to his heartbeat. My chest already hurts, thinking about how we’ll have to separate, never do this again.
I peel open my eyelids when sunlight streams through the window, and for a moment, I don’t know where I am, but I feel comfortable and warm, and I don’t want to move.
Logan snuffles in his sleep, rolling over and letting me slip from his arms.
My heart aches, watching him, seeing his hair across the pillow, the stubble across his jaw.
He hasn’t shaved all weekend. We’ve been too busy wrapped up in each other, and I’m pretty sure I have beard burn on my chin and inner thighs.
I let out a small sigh and climb out of bed, loving the soreness of my body. This weekend, I’ve used muscles I forgot I had.
I slowly gather my things, putting on the outfit I wore on Friday, which Logan has had washed and pressed.
I slip on my heels at the door and give him one last look before I let the door close behind me.
Tears form in my eyes when I’m in the elevator, and they’re flowing as I get in the ride share and head back to my car, parked at Bennigan’s.
I take a shaking breath and manage to make it home.
Thank God my mother doesn’t meet me at the door. I sent her a text on Saturday letting her know I was staying with friends. She must have bought it.
It’s stupid, sneaking around like a teenager who has been grounded, but I don’t want my mother to ever know about my connection to Logan. I know how she’d judge me. Judge both of us.
I change into a simple pantsuit and head to work, already feeling exhausted from being emotionally overwhelmed.
Dina gasps as I walk into the office.
“You look terrible.”
“Gee, thanks.”
She groans. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way. You just look tired.”
“Forgot my makeup this morning.”
“Come.” She beckons. “Let’s go to the bathroom. I’ll help you out.”
I don’t know if I should be offended or grateful, but I follow her and let her get to work on my face.
It’s actually kind of comforting, the way the various brushes dance along my skin.
“There.”
I open my eyes. My makeup is perfectly natural, very business casual.
I smile at her. “Thanks, Dina.”
“What are friends for?” She pauses. “Now, are you going to tell me what happened this weekend or do I have to beat it out of you?”
I bark out a laugh. “I thought we were friends!”
“We are, and friends tell each other secrets.” She locks the bathroom door behind us. “Now spill.”
I groan. “I maybe went home with Logan on Friday and spent the whole weekend at his hotel room.”
“You did what ? I thought you were going to stay away from him!” She points her finger at me. “I knew you couldn’t.”
“I already feel like a clown. Don’t make it worse.”
Her face softens as tears well in my eyes. “It’s okay, Mere...”
“It’s not okay!” I wipe at my eyes, probably ruining the soft eye makeup she put on me. “You don’t understand. He broke my heart, ruined me, and here I am, at his beck and call all over again.”
“You don’t have to be.”
“I just can’t seem to stay away from him.” There’s glumness in my voice I haven’t heard since I dropped out of college, and I hate myself.
“You can now.” She puts a gentle hand on my arm and quickly fixes my makeup. “Just go out there and ignore him. I know you can.”
I sniffle, pulling her into a brief hug. “I’m glad we met, Dina.”
“I’ll do the work out front. You go in the back, work on those old files he’s wanting us to input. That way you won’t have to see him.”
“You’re a lifesaver.”
She grins. “I try.”
I take a shaky breath and head out into the office.
Logan is nowhere to be found–he must be running late this morning.
All the better for me.
After that one weekend of closure, things are over between us. For good this time.