Chapter Three
My question hung in the air for what felt like forever. Finally, Logan answered. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said carefully. “I’m a man and you’re a woman and… and it just wouldn’t be appropriate.”
“Oh.” I couldn’t argue with that, but I couldn’t hide my disappointment either. My stomach twisted at the thought of trudging all the way back upstairs to the guest rom.
“I’m sorry, Willow,” he said, voice low and soft. “I hope you understand.”
“It’s okay,” I said, but my voice cracked on the last word. I squeezed my eyes shut. I was not going to break down. Not again.
I felt Logan’s gaze on me, but didn’t dare meet his eyes. I didn’t want to see him looking at me with pity.
“Alright,” he said quietly, more to himself than to me. “Alright. Come here.”
I looked up, confused.
He gestured for me to come over. “You can sleep here. We’ll put a pillow between us and that way…nothing weird will happen.” He shifted over in the bed, making space for me.
Relief flooded me, making my limbs relax. “Thank you,” I said, walking over. “I know we just met today but…I really don’t want to be alone tonight.”
“I understand.” His voice was soothing. “Hopefully, this way you get some shut-eye.”
I slid myself in between the covers, careful not to disturb the pillow wall he’d put up in the middle of the bed.
He turned the bedside table lamp off, plunging the room into darkness.
The bed was pleasantly warm with his body heat, and I found myself calming down as I listened to his steady breaths.
My eyelids lowered, feeling heavy, and I drifted into sleep.
I woke up hours later. I was still warm and cozy. And there was something hard and long, pressing into my backside.
I looked over my shoulder, and could just barely make out Logan. The pillow wall had been destroyed — I wasn’t sure which one of us pushed it down — but we were both right in the middle of the mattress, and Logan was kind of…spooning me. And his cock was pressing up against the curve of my ass.
I squeezed my legs together at the thought, then immediately caught myself. What the hell are you doing, Willow? He’s way too old for you. And he’s Tim’s dad. And you broke up with Tim less than twenty four hours ago. What is wrong with you?
Holding my breath, I eased myself away from Logan, trying my best not to wake him. A second later, however, his hand grabbed my hip, keeping me still, and he muttered something in his sleep.
I froze. Oh god, I had to be careful about this. Otherwise he’d wake up and see and that would be excruciatingly awkward for both of us.
I pressed my lips shut tight, so I wouldn’t accidentally make a sound, and tried to pry his fingers off my hip. He mumbled something again, and tightened his grip, fingers pressing into my skin. It was…possessive. Which I shouldn’t have found as hot as I did.
I was being stupid. He was asleep. He didn’t mean to touch me. He didn’t actually want me like that.
I gritted my teeth and pulled his hand off me, peeling off each finger one by one, not caring about how rough I was being.
After this, I’d slip out of bed and sneak back into the guest room.
Yes, I was now wide awake and probably wouldn’t be able to fall asleep again, but that was a problem I’d just have to deal with.
Hand finally off me, I started to move away. Once again, Logan made a mumbling sound. He reached forward, and I heard a change in his breathing. My heart stopped.
“Willow?” His voice was gruff with sleep. “Willow, what are you —”
“It’s nothing,” I whispered. “Go back to sleep.”
But he was fully awake now, and a second later, he turned on the lamp. In the mellow light, I saw his face change as he realized. “Oh god,” he said, arranging the blankets to cover himself. “I wasn’t — I wasn’t pressed up against you, was I?”
“It’s… it’s okay.”
“Shit.” He looked so mortified, I actually felt bad for him. “Willow, I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean to. It’s just something that happens. Men don’t have control over it.”
“I know,” I said. “I understand.”
He shoved a hand through his hair. “It’s been a while since a woman’s been in my bed. My body just must’ve not known what to do with itself.” He let out a self-deprecating laugh.
“It’s my fault,” I said. “I was the one who came here.”
His smile faded immediately. “It’s not your fault at all. Listen, I’m real sorry for making you uncomfortable.”
“It’s okay,” I murmured. My gaze couldn’t help but fall on the tangle of blankets that covered his erection.
I thought of how it had felt against my ass.
Hard like steel. Long and thick. “If you want…I could help you.” The words spilled out of me before I could stop myself.
Maybe I was still half asleep. Or maybe I was delirious.
Or maybe I just felt deeply, deeply lonely.
Logan’s eyes went wide as he realized what I meant. “What? No . No, no, no. You don’t have to.”
“I don’t mind,” I found myself saying, inching closer. “You’ve been so kind to me. You let me stay in your house. You even let me sleep in your bed.”
“Willow.” He reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder. “I didn’t do any of that so you’d have to pay me back. I don’t expect anything from you.”
“But I want to do something for you,” I said. “I want to help you.” I want to feel useful. I want to feel needed.
“Oh, sweetheart.” He dropped his hand and I immediately missed the weight of it. He shook his head and something inside of me twisted.
“Am I not pretty enough?” I asked, already knowing the answer. Tim Carrington had abandoned me. And now Logan Carrington was rejecting me too. My eyes pricked. All I wanted was for someone to want me.
“What?” He sounded genuinely shocked. “No. Not at all. Willow, you’re…” his voice broke. “You’re gorgeous, you know that, right? Like, out of this world.”
But he’d still rejected me. “You’re just saying that.”
“I’m not,” he insisted. “I thought you were beautiful when you arrived at my doorstep. And then I immediately felt guilty because you’re my son’s girlfriend.”
“Was,” I corrected. “I was his girlfriend.”
He looked conflicted. “To be honest, there’s a part of me that really wants you to touch me. That part is screaming at me to say yes. I haven’t had a woman in years.” His voice was raw. “But it wouldn’t be right. You’ve had a distressing day. I can’t take advantage of you.”
“You wouldn’t be,” I insisted. It was true. Even though I’d had the worst day, I thought he was hot the moment I laid eyes on him. If we met under any other circumstances…“I want to do this for you. I want to show my appreciation.”
“You’re not obligated to.”
“I know. But I want to,” I said, voice full of conviction.
Looking at him now, his hair slightly disheveled from sleep, I ached to touch him.
And I couldn’t stop thinking about his heavy cock against my ass.
“I want to. I really want to.” I leaned in closer, and caught Logan’s gaze flitter down my body, settling on my bare legs.
“Please,” I whispered. “Please let me touch it.”
A range of emotions flashed over his face. I waited, heart pounding with anticipation.
“Fucking hell,” he muttered under his breath, then shoved the covers aware, revealing the tent in his boxers. My mouth dropped open because I knew he was huge, but it was different seeing the long, thick outline.
I reached out and tugged his boxers down, and his cock sprung out, flushed a deep purplish-red at the tip and leaking slightly. I curled my hand around it, sucking in a sharp breath at how hot it felt underneath my palm.
Logan swore under his breath again. “Your hand feels really good,” he told me in a low voice.
That filled me with confidence. “I bet my mouth would feel even better,” I said, as I moved my hand up and down at a torturous pace.
“Willow.”
I looked up at him, blinking innocently. “Yes?”
But he didn’t have a response, just squeezed his eyes shut, and muttered, “fuck.”
I took that as an invitation, settling myself between his legs, lying against the soft sheets. I slid him into my mouth, tasting him against my tongue, then bobbed my head, hollowing my cheeks to create a suction sensation.
“Oh fuck. You’re such a good girl.”
I felt myself getting wet. Yes. That was all I ever wanted — for someone to praise me. I’d spent the day with my self-esteem and rock-bottom, but now I felt better. I felt…valued.
“You’re doing really good. Really fucking good. Oh fuck, yes. Suck my balls like that. Oh, god, that’s it.” His moans were deep, and the hottest thing I’d ever heard. “Can I…can I please put my hand on your hair?”
I took my mouth off to reply. “You can put your hand wherever you like.” I was slightly shocked at how submissive I sounded. I’d never been this way before, but being around Logan made me want to please him.
He touched my head. His hand was gentle — he didn’t shove my head forward or anything, just threaded his fingers carefully through my hair while his cock leaked all over my tongue.
“Oh, sweetheart. Your mouth feels so fucking good. It’s been so long.” He was groaning, fingers curling into my hair now. I liked it. I liked feeling him losing control. “I haven’t had a woman’s lips wrapped around me in…fuck, it must be six years now.”
That sent a jolt of pleasure through me. I was the one who had the privilege of touching him for the first time in years. Me. It felt like a gift. It felt like an honor.
I sucked his throbbing member, knowing I was sloppy and messy, feeling spit drip slowly down my chin. I took him out of my mouth so I could flick my tongue at the head. “Tell me you’re proud of me.” My voice was raspy after my throat had been working hard. “Tell me you’re proud of me, Daddy.”
I had never used that word before. Never. I don’t know where it came from. It just slipped out. But as soon as I said it, it felt right in the moment.
Logan’s eyes snapped open and he looked down at me, mouth parting. “What did you just say?”
Part of me wanted to pretend I hadn’t said anything. I felt my cheeks heat. But — and it might’ve been my imagination — I swore his cock twitched in my hand. And that gave me the confidence I needed.
“Tell me you’re proud of me, Daddy.” I kept my gaze steady, and slowly lowered my head, wrapping my lips around the crown.
His shock melted away, replaced by lust. His head tipped back, exposing the column of his throat, the scruff on the underside of his jaw.
“Ohh. Oh, fuck. Ohhhhh. Oh god.” He sounded like he was losing his mind.
“Fuck yes, Daddy’s really proud of you. I’m gonna come.
I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come down your throat.
” He grunted, and then shook as he unloaded into my mouth, the muscles in his stomach jumping.
I swallowed greedily, feeling proud of myself. I had done that. I had pulled him apart.
“I’m sorry,” he said afterwards, catching his breath. “I’m sorry, no one’s ever called me that before. I didn’t think it’d affect me so much.” He inhaled deeply, chest moving with the motion. “So that daddy stuff. You like it, or…?”
I made a show of licking my lips and swallowing. “What do you think?” I murmured.
He visibly blushed. “I just…I’ve never done anything like that, but it definitely… I’m sorry I came so quickly. It’s just…it’s been a really…a really long time for me.” He suddenly looked nervous. “Do you think Daddy could eat your pussy?”