33. Meredith
Chapter Thirty-Three
MEREDITH
My father goes ghost white before his face turns tomato red. “You’re what?”
Grayson and Logan walk into the room.
I hold onto my belly protectively.
“You’re going to be a grandfather.”
“You’re not even married! Who—” He looks over at Logan, and Logan gives him a sheepish smile. “Logan?”
Dad braces himself on the chair, his knuckles whitening, and Logan goes pale.
“Dad—” Grayson starts, but it’s not Dad who freaks out–it's Mother.
She gasps, holding onto her chest and nearly fainting.
Logan snaps into action, catching her before she hits the ground and lowering her into a chair, fanning her with his handkerchief.
I’m trying not to laugh. It’s like a scene straight out of the nineteenth century, my mother retiring to a fainting couch after upsetting news. She’s being ridiculous.
Why should it matter?—
My mother sighs. “Oh, thank God . I was so afraid it’d be some nobody.”
Logan frowns at her. “What?”
She looks up at him, patting his hand. “I was so scared she had met some random idiot who wouldn’t know her. You’ve always known her, Logan.”
He nods. “I’ve always loved her.”
“I know.”
I take a step toward her. “Then why did you always try to keep us apart? Why did you get so mad when we were just hanging out in the garage?”
“Please, Meredith. I know what you two were up to in that garage.”
My cheeks burn, and Logan flushes, lowering his eyes to the floor.
“I didn’t want the two of you pregnant at that age, but now… things are different. You’re both grown, now, and you’re in the prime of your lives."
“It was just because you didn’t want me pregnant?”
“I always thought I was a nobody to you,” Logan says, and my mother gapes at him.
“Logan…” Tears start welling in her eyes. “I always tried to make you feel at home here. You’ve always been family to me.”
“Me, too.” My father smiles a little. “It’s a shock, and I’m not sure why you two kept it from us for so long, but I, for one, am happy for you both.”
“And excited to meet our grandchild,” Mother pipes up.
Logan looks like he’s about to burst into tears, so I walk toward him, taking his hand.
After all the drama, it’s nearing ten at night, and we skipped dinner, and I’m hungry and exhausted.
“What do you say we order some pizza?” my father says, since we hadn’t even had time to set up or get the chef to start the dinner.
“That sounds wonderful, Dad.” I grab his hand, squeezing it lightly and then letting it go, and he smiles at me.
We all eat in the living room, watching one of those survivor reality television shows, and though my brother and father have been no contact with my mother, they are civil.
And it is extra special that they are all making this effort for me.
I lean against Logan, finally sated after a few slices of pizza and some salad, and he puts his arm around me with a slight wince.
I’m careful with his ribs at first, but I close my eyes and the next thing I know, everyone’s gone except Logan.
His arm feels stiff beneath me.
“Why didn’t you wake me?”
The pain on his face is clear as he rolls his shoulder.
“You looked so peaceful.” He kisses me softly, and I smile.
I stand up and tug him with me.
“I should go home,” he mutters, half-asleep as he stumbles with me toward the staircase.
I giggle. “You don’t have to. Not tonight, Logan.”
His eyes widen. “Huh. I guess I don’t.”
For the first time ever, Logan’s invited to stay in my bedroom.
My parents know. My brother knows. Everything’s out in the open, and it feels so good.
A huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders.
I figure Logan will fall asleep as soon as he hits the pillow but instead, he sits up against the headboard, watching me with half-lidded, hazel eyes as I undress down to my panties.
I head to the closet to get a slip, but he catches me around the waist, pulling me down into his lap and cupping my breasts from behind.
His palms skate across the peak of my nipples, and I gasp, rolling my hips against him.
He groans, growing hard beneath me, and flips me onto my back on the bed, making me giggle.
“We should still be quiet. You know, out of respect,” I whisper, and Logan laughs softly.
“I think we’ve gotten plenty of practice at being discreet, don’t you?”
I try to cup his face and kiss him, but he’s already kissing between my breasts, down to my lower abdomen.
I bite my lip, a little self-conscious that I’m not thin or flat, but he kisses me below the bellybutton softly, like I’m something fragile and precious.
He pushes my panties to the side and spreads my lower lips with one hand, pressing his face against my sex and immediately latching onto my clit.
I arch my back, biting my lip hard so I don’t cry out, and I taste iron on my tongue.
It’s different than normal–he takes his time, not hurried or desperate.
I see stars when I come the first time, and the second and third follow when he pushes two thick fingers inside me, arching them up to hit my g-spot.
“Logan, please…”
He chuckles against me, lifting his head but continuing to pump his fingers in and out.
“Please what, princess? Use your words.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
The words are wanton and almost a little embarrassing, but it’s what I want. I want him to know how much I want him.
“Not yet,” he grunts. “Want you to come around my fingers once more.”
I can’t.
I don’t say it, though, because suddenly, I’m vaulted into a fourth orgasm, and I have to clamp my hand over my mouth not to scream.
Slowly, he pulls his fingers out of me and then he pops them into his mouth, sucking them and moaning low in the back of his throat.
“Fuck, Logan.”
“I told you something earlier.” Suddenly, the lust on his face is gone, and his expression is blank. his eyes darkening to almost amber.
“Y-yes?” I start finally coming back to my senses.
“I told you that I love you. That I’ve always loved you.”
“Oh, Logan?—”
He sits up on his knees, his shoulders slumped. “It’s okay. I know you don’t feel that way for me anymore, but I wanted to know if you think you can ever maybe love me again.”
He looks away, so I lean up, taking his chin in my hand. “How can you even think that? Logan, I’ve always been in love with you. I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t.”
His eyes widen as they land on mine. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I love you. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the first time you told me.”
A breath bursts out of his nostrils, and he grins, sweeping me up into his arms and squeezing me too hard.
I squeak, and he finally releases me before kissing me again, passionately, desperate now where it was slow and sensual before.
“I love you so much, princess. I want you so bad.”
He slides off my panties, tossing them to the floor before undressing himself, standing up and nearly falling over when he takes off his socks.
I giggle at him and spread my thighs, reaching down between my legs to tease my clit with my index finger.
“Hurry up before I finish without you.”
He makes a growling sound in the back of his throat and jerks me to him with his hands on my ankles. He slips my knees around his biceps, pressing into me slowly and deeply.
“Logan,” I breathe.
“Meredith…” He leans down to kiss me as he thrusts into me, moaning against my lips.
He’s so vocal right now, loud in a way he isn’t normally.
I’m already headed toward another orgasm. Number five? Six?
I cry out when he hits my sweet spot. Thank God this house is well-insulated.
“I love you.” The words come out before I know what I’m saying, and tears spring to my eyes.
His gaze flicks to mine, and there are tears in his, too.
“I love you too, princess. I always have. I always will.”
When I come again, it hits me like a freight train, and I don’t realize he’s coming too until he is pulsing, spilling inside me.
He collapses on top of me, and I make an ‘oof’ sound that makes him laugh.
He slowly rolls off me, lying on his back, and I instantly cuddle up next to him, pressing my ear against his chest, loving the sound of his rapid heartbeat.
He’s breathing hard, and I can see the start of purple bruising on his ribs and stomach.
I trace my fingers along it, and he winces.
I look up at him. “I hate to say this, baby, but we may need to visit the doctor.”
“Tomorrow.” He yawns and winces as it likely hurts his ribs.
I nod. “Tomorrow.”
He falls asleep before I do, and I can’t stop looking at his handsome face, tracing the line of his jaw with my eyes like it’s the first time I’ve ever seen him.
It feels like it, because now he’s not just some secret I have to keep, someone I steal weekends with. Now he’s mine , body and soul, and I belong to him, too.
I don’t know if life can get any better.