23. Meredith
Chapter Twenty-Three
MEREDITH
When I wake up and reach out for Logan, sure he’ll be gone, my hand falls on a solid pec.
Logan snorts in his sleep but doesn’t wake.
I must have passed out early because it’s not even daylight. When I wriggle out of his arms, Logan whines, and it makes me smile.
I can’t believe he stayed. When I asked him to, I meant until I fell asleep, but I’m over the moon seeing him.
I go to the bathroom and do my business, brushing my teeth and getting ready for the day even though my phone says it’s only four in the morning.
I head downstairs and make breakfast–the only meal of the day I don’t usually burn. All I can manage is scrambled eggs with cheese and toast, but it’s something.
I bring two plates back up to the bedroom, and Logan is awake and sitting against the headboard.
He yawns and runs his hand through his messy, long hair.
God, he looks so hot sitting there, half naked, just the sheets covering him.
“Good morning.”
“It’s barely morning.” I smile as I hand him a plate.
His eyes widen. “You cooked?” He pauses. “Should I be scared?”
I giggle. “Trust me, I’ve perfected cheesy eggs and toast. The pan and the toaster do most of the work.”
He takes a hesitant bite and then grins. “It’s good, princess. You’re getting better.”
I pale as I think about the last time I cooked for him, when I was seventeen and my parents were out of town. I nearly burned the house down and had to bribe the gardener who came to my aid to not tell my mother Logan was with me.
“I have come a long way.”
Logan laughs out loud. We eat breakfast mostly in silence and when we’re done, Logan takes the plates downstairs, padding down in one of my pink puffy robes.
I giggle as he comes back up the stairs, cinching it matter-of-factly.
“What? Don’t like my outfit?” He twirls, and I lose it all over again.
But then I’m mortified because my breakfast comes back up, and I have to rush to the bathroom. I’m in there for only a moment before Logan knocks on the door.
“Princess? Are you okay?”
“Fine!” I try to make my words chirp, but they come out in an urk.
Logan sighs and opens the door, holding my hair back while I finish vomiting.
“This is so gross,” I groan.
“It’s not gross. It happens, and the doctor said you’d have morning sickness for months.”
“Don’t remind me.”
“We’ll ask about some nausea medication when we go to the ob-gyn.”
I nod, standing and flushing and brushing my teeth carefully so as not to get sick again.
“Sorry for the rude awakening.”
Logan peers at his watch. “It’s only six. We could always go back to bed and start over.”
I sigh. “That sounds lovely.”
“I’ll go after it’s daylight.”
I pause, working my bottom lip between my teeth.
I should tell him to go. I should just let him leave and have that be the end of it, but....
“Why don’t you stay until Sunday? Mother isn’t back until late Monday, so we’ll have plenty of time.”
“Another weekend?” He grins. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”
I wince.
He’s right, we did this one time before, and I told myself that it’d be the closure I needed. And it was, but... things are different now. I’m pregnant and I’m alone and there’s no one I can talk to about it except for Logan.
“Just one more weekend.”
Logan goes silent but holds me tight in the bed, and I’m sure I won’t be able to sleep with my stomach churning but finally, I settle down and fall asleep.
“It’s almost ten, princess,” Logan murmurs against my ear, and I blink open my eyes slowly.
I grind back against him, feeling him poking my lower back.
“Someone’s awake.”
“He’s always awake around you.” Logan chuckles. "Make no mind of him.”
“But maybe I want to.” I press back against him harder, having shrugged off my robe before lying back down, so I’m nude.
Logan reaches between us, sliding his fingers through my wetness as if to test me. He moans.
“Always so wet for me, princess.”
“Only for you,” I moan, rocking back against his fingers, but then they’re gone, and I whine.
Logan laughs softly and lifts one of my legs, pressing into me from behind.
I cry out, rolling my hips back against his thrusts.
He feels so big inside me, so deep in this position, and he lifts my leg higher, fucking me even deeper.
My orgasm builds in my lower stomach, threatening to hit me like a freight train but instead, Logan thrusts into me in long, slow strokes.
It builds more naturally, pressure going up and up until I’m thrown over the edge, gasping and panting out his name.
“Shit, I’m not going to last for a second one, the way you grip me,” Logan rasps, voice raw from sleep.
“Come inside me. Fill me up.” I love the way he pulses inside me, and he moans against my ear as he comes.
I roll over to see him still panting. “Ready for the day?”
He groans and laughs at the same time. “We have limited time. Better make the most of it.”
Limited time .
His words make me a little sad, but he’s right. There’s too much between us for this to last forever. One more weekend.
I stand up and open my closet, walking inside and picking out a pair of tights and a sundress since it’s starting to get a tiny bit chilly.
I’m always either hot or cold since I got pregnant, it seems.
As I get dressed, Logan just watches from the sidelines, smiling.
“I brought an overnight bag just in case.” He stands up and puts on a pair of jeans and a black long-sleeved Henley that shows off a hint of his tanned chest.
I trail my finger along the neckline. “I like this.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Oh?"
“Mmm-hmm.” I briefly think about talking him back into bed—it wouldn’t take much—but he’s right, we only have limited time.
I take his hand and lead him downstairs.
“Where are we going?”
My cheeks heat up, as I suddenly worry my plan is stupid. “I wanted to take you to the gardens. You never got to see much of the grounds, you know, before. And it’s my favorite place on the estate.”
“That sounds wonderful, princess.”
I look up at him, looking for a sign of irritation, but find none.
Logan’s always been pretty straight-forward. It’s one of the things I love about him.
And God, I love so many more.
I love all of him, even if I know I’ll never have more than this. More than someone to raise my baby with.
I don’t think it will ever be enough. It is pure torture having him so close but yet, so unreachable, so forbidden to me.
But there’s nothing I can do about it right now, so I lead Logan out the kitchen door, and we make our way to the gardens.
I walk past tulips and hum. “She must have just had those planted.”
“It’s your mother’s garden?”
I nod. “Yeah. But this isn’t what I wanted to show you.”
“No?” Logan looks around. “But it's beautiful here.”
I grab his hand and tug him forward, and he laughs, following me.
We finally come up on a clearing with a little creek babbling through the gardens, and he lets out a breath.
“Oh. I can see why this is your favorite place.”
“Right? It’s gorgeous here. I’ve always wanted to show you.” My cheeks burn.
Logan turns to me, cups my chin in his hand, and kisses me soundly. “I’m glad you shared it with me, princess.”
I don’t tell him that I’ve always wanted to make love here, underneath the open sky, too far away for any of the staff to see us, but Logan seems to get the idea anyway, chasing me around the garden and grabbing at my ass.
I run, laughing, and he catches me around the waist, picking me up as I kick and giggle.
He kisses my throat before putting me down, and I hitch my dress around my waist, looking up at him as I wiggle down my tights just far enough.
Logan’s hazel eyes go hot, looking almost amber in the light. “You want something, princess? If so, you better speak up.”
My heart races.
I feel wanton and young and free in a way I haven’t since I was a teenager.
“I want you to fuck me by the creek.” I’m surprised at the words coming out of my own mouth.
“On your parents’ estate? Dirty girl.” His smirk is sinful.
He clears a spot near the stream.
The water babbles through the rocks as he lies me down, covering me with his body.
“I want it quick and dirty.” I unbutton his jeans, and Logan groans.
“Patience, princess.”
I huff. “No patience. Want you inside me right now.”
“Yes, princess, anything you want.”
I guide him inside me when he frees himself with a low moan, and he slides into me easily since I’m already soaked again.
I gasp out a breath, and Logan slides into me harder, throwing his head back.
He hasn’t removed his shirt, but I push my hands up under the fabric to feel his tight abdomen, the way it flexes as he fucks me.
He looks down at me with half-lidded eyes. “I’m not going to last like this, princess.”
“Me either." In fact, I’m already cresting over the edge of my first orgasm, and I manage a second before his hips start to stutter.
When he’s spilled inside me again, I pull up my tights, and Logan gives me a hot look.
“Just going to walk around with me dripping out of you all day?”
I flush. “Is that weird? I want to feel you."
“Not weird." He kisses me passionately. “It's so hot I can barely stand it.”
He sits next to me at the creek and takes off his shoes, putting his feet in the water.
“Tell me something about yourself.” I need to know more about him, more about all the years we’ve been apart. “Like... your father. Are you still in touch with him?”
Logan freezes and then skips a rock across the creek.
“He’s dead. Cancer, while he was in prison up at Round Rock.”
“Oh, my God.” I take his hand, and Logan’s arm is stiff for a moment before he relaxes, leaning into me.
“It’s not like we were ever close.”
“It’s complicated, I know, but It's never easy losing a parent.”
He kisses the top of my head but doesn’t speak.
I’m not satisfied yet. I need him talking to me.
“And the business? You grew it so quickly.”
He laughs. “Didn't feel so quick that first year when I was eating ramen noodles and staying in roach motels. I had one good suit that I dry cleaned so much it was nearly falling apart.”
“But it worked.”
He nods. “It did. Eventually, I started turning a profit, and it wasn’t just me working on the cars anymore. I had a team of people. A whole business. Everything was overwhelming, but I managed to figure it all out.”
I can’t imagine how hard those first few years must have been.
Grayson built his business from the ground up, too, but he’d had his trust fund to fall back on, and if I were ever to start something, so would I.
“I’m so proud of you.”
Logan looks at me for a long moment, throat working. “Thank you. Haven’t had anyone tell me that in a long time.”
We sit out there for a long time, until my stomach starts to rumble.
I don’t want to leave. I don’t want this weekend to be over.
Ever.