24. Logan
Chapter Twenty-Four
LOGAN
I haven’t been able to spend this much time alone with Meredith in her parents’ house... well, ever. It’s really reminding me of the good old days, and I wonder if it’s the same for her.
We return to the house, and I order pizza–a veggie, her favorite. She loves meat but not on pizza, strangely enough.
When the intercom buzzes, she jumps slightly.
“Just the food.” I kiss her forehead, and she relaxes.
“Did you get?—”
“Cheese sticks? Of course, I did. With extra garlic butter.”
She grins. “You remembered?”
“Who could forget? My breath smelled like garlic for days back then.”
Meredith snorts out a laugh. “It’s the risk you take, loving me.”
I look at her for a moment, wanting to tell her that I’d risk anything, follow her into hell if she asked. Instead, I just go and pay for the pizza.
We watch old sitcoms on television as we eat, talking and laughing, and it's probably the best night I’ve spent in a really long time.
She digs into the cheese sticks and garlic, but I tap her ankle after a few of them.
“Be careful, princess. The baby might not like all the garlic.”
Meredith frowns. “You’re right. I guess I have to be eating for two now.”
“That means your mother can’t judge you for eating too much,” I say without thinking about it.
Meredith pales and goes silent, and I sigh.
“I’m sorry, Meredith. I shouldn’t have?—”
She cuts me off with a wave of her hand. “No, you're right. I have to tell her. And my father. And Grayson.”
The blood drains from my face. “Are you going to tell him... everything?”
“You mean that we got together when we were young? Yeah, I figure I should. There’s no reason to keep secrets now.”
Keeping my head on my shoulders might be a reason.
But I don’t say it because I don’t want to stress her out. She’s already stressed enough.
“When are you going to tell them?”
“After we see the doctor, get a due date, all of that.” She swallows hard. “Have you... told anybody?”
I shake my head. “Who would I tell?”
The only person I’ve been thinking about telling is my Aunt Beatrice. She took me in when Dad was in and out of jail, and after my mom died, she was the only one who would talk about her with me.
I’ve been sending her money for the last few years but not visiting as much as I should even though I’m in town now.
Meredith nods, understanding. She puts a hand high up on my thigh.
“I feel like I need a bath... Do you want to take one with me?”
I grin. “Of course. I remember your mother’s jacuzzi tub.”
“It’s even bigger now, after the last renovation.”
I follow her up the stairs after putting away the rest of the food.
She starts to undress as she walks, and I laugh, picking up her clothes as she throws them on the stairs.
I deposit them in her laundry before heading into her mother’s bedroom. It looks the same as before, although the bathroom doesn’t, because it has been totally redone.
I undress as she starts the water, and slide down into it, groaning and looking up at her, my hair loose around my shoulders.
She looks down at me, biting her lower lip, and I notice the slight swell of her stomach. It’s strange to think about how much it’ll grow and swell, how big she’ll be with my baby.
It turns me on, if I’m honest with myself.
“I’m going to get as big as a house,” she groans, sliding into the water in front of me.
I grab onto her ankle, tugging her closer, and she squeals and giggles.
“You’re going to be so beautiful, all swollen with our baby.” I work my hand up her thigh and she bats at me playfully.
I smile, taking a washcloth instead and turning on the jets.
She moans and slides further down into the water as I start to wash her.
I glide the cloth along her body, slowly across the peaks of her nipples, the valley between her breasts. Every inch of her is so perfect.
“Logan,” she sighs as I continue washing her, her legs tangled around mine.
My cock stands up above the water. It’s like every time I’m anywhere near her, he’s at full attention.
“Princess, do you want to come?”
“So badly, please, Logan.”
I hum, moving the cloth between her legs before letting it float away.
She’s slick even beneath the water, and my fingers slide into her easily.
She pulses around my fingers, and my cock gets even harder as I pump them in and out of her. She gasps, spreading her legs further.
“You going to come for me, princess?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Yes, Logan, yes. Don’t stop.”
I keep my rhythm steady, and she spasms around me when she comes, splashing slightly in the water.
She pants to come down, but then she’s climbing into my lap, kissing my throat over and over.
I groan, grabbing the back of her head and kissing her passionately as she guides me into her.
There’s more than enough room, so I bounce her on top of me.
“Oh, God, Logan, I’m going to come again, please...”
She trails off into a loud moan and that’s good because I'm so close I can barely stand it.
I bite down on her shoulder as I spill my release into her.
“Now we should actually get clean.” She giggles as she pulls off of me, and I laugh and groan at the same time, washing my hair as she cleans herself.
Once we’re out, she towel-dries my hair, and I let it loose around my shoulders again.
I usually keep it tied back, but she loves to run her fingers through it, and who am I to deny her?
Especially since this is probably the last time that we’ll do this.
You’d think two weekends would be enough, but time already seems to be slipping by, and it’s nearly midnight by the time we retire to bed.
“I've missed you,” I say, unable to keep the words back after a few beers with our leftover pizza. “Missed this, just being with you.”
“Me, too.” She nuzzles against my chest. “It’s always like we’re in this little bubble and no one can hurt us.”
I hum. “Wish we could stay like this forever.”
She doesn’t respond, and in a few minutes, I realize she’s breathing deeply and evenly. She’s fallen asleep.
* * *
We’re at the pool on Sunday, making out at the edge when she pulls apart from me, her eyes widening.
I smile and caress her cheek, but her eyes widen even further.
“Wait," she mutters. “I hear?—”
“Hey, honey!” Mallory’s voice is like the scratch of nails on Styrofoam.
“Shi—”
Meredith shoves me underwater.
Luckily, I get a good breath in on the way down and hold it, trying to hear what’s going on.
I can still hear Mallory’s voice, and Meredith responding, but I can’t understand what they're saying. Probably niceties.
Great. I’m going to die because of small talk.
My lungs burn after I’ve been under about forty-five seconds, but I was on the swim team back in high school and college, and Meredith knows that.
I close my eyes, slowly letting water and air out of my nostrils as I try to keep it together.
I tug on her ankle when I’m close to breaking, and finally, I come up for air, gasping.
“Shit. Shit, Logan, I’m so sorry. You have to go. You have to get out of here right?—”
“Already on top of it, princess.” I kiss her roughly before hopping out of the pool, grabbing up my clothes, and jumping the back fence in just my skivvies.
Thankfully, I’ve remembered my phone, and I call a car once I’m outside the front gate, sliding on my jeans over my still-wet undies.
It’s familiar, sneaking out of Meredith’s parents’ estate, but not totally welcome.
I guess I’ll never be more than her dirty little secret.