Chapter Seven
We sat at the dining table, which I’d never used the whole time I’d been at Logan’s house, and it felt intimidatingly formal.
Tim had set the table and was already sitting down.
I sat opposite him, leaving the head of the table for Logan.
A minute later, Logan arrived with three bowls of pasta — leftovers from the night before.
Tim took a bite, his brows jumping up. “This is good.”
“Willow cooked it,” Logan said.
Tim glanced at me, wearing a mix of emotions. Uncertainty. Distrust. Anger. Guilt. “It’s really tasty,” he told me quietly.
“Thank you.”
The meal was the most awkward dinner of my life. As much as I was proud of the pasta, I could barely taste it because I was so nervous.
Finally, we were all finished, but none of us stood up.
“So,” Tim said, pushing his bowl away, and folding his arm. “You broke up with me and decided to get with my dad instead?”
“Tim,” Logan began..
Tim didn’t even look at his dad, his eyes on mine, cold and steely, his jaw set. “Rebounding with my dad, that’s a helluva bitch thing to do.”
“You know what else is a bitch thing to do? Abandoning me to go to Mexico with your boys,” I retorted.
There was a flash of something like shame in Tim’s eyes. He shifted in his seat, like he was uncomfortable.
I took a deep breath to compose myself. “Listen. I didn’t mean to get involved with your dad. It’s not like I planned it as part of some big revenge scheme. It just…happened.” I looked at Logan. “I’m not using you as a rebound. I…” I shut my mouth, because I couldn’t say it. I like you. For real.
Logan’s eyes softened, and he reached out to take my hand. “I know,” he murmured, and his soft voice immediately put me at ease.
Tim was staring at our joined hands. His mouth tugged down, and he abruptly stood up. “I’m gonna do the washing up.” He picked up his bowl — only his bowl — and stalked off in the direction of the kitchen.
I glanced at Logan before standing up too, and gathering our bowls and cutlery, then followed Tim, where he stood in front of the dishwasher.
He didn’t look at me. I thought he might not acknowledge me, until he said, very quietly, “I’m sorry about ditching you. I know I fucked up, and…I guess I took you for granted. I didn’t think about how you’d feel.”
Part of me was still furious at him, but I nodded at the apology anyway. “I meant what I said. I’m not with your dad to get revenge or to rebound or anything. I…I actually really like him, Tim. And I know it’s messed up since he’s your dad. And I’m really sorry. But…”
He met my gaze now. It was strange how he looked so alike and so different from Logan. “But what?” he prompted.
I shrugged. “I know it’s only been a few days, but…I feel safe around him. There’s this connection between us that I’ve never felt before. And I don’t expect you to believe me —”
“I believe you,” he interrupted. He closed the dishwasher and shuffled his feet.
“I don’t know if I should tell you this, but when we were arguing before…
my dad said he really cared about you. And that really shocked me.
He hasn’t dated in forever. I think his last real relationship was with my mom.
I used to worry about him, y’know. I thought he might die alone.
All throughout high school, I told him he should date, and when I left for college, I said it again.
I know that he might look a bit scary, but he’s actually really introverted. ”
I thought of Logan’s blushes. His shy smiles. The way he looked sitting on his sofa, reading a book.
“But when he talked about you, I could see it in his face that you meant a lot to him. And even though I think it’s crazy, and even though part of me is still pissed off, I’m willing to overlook it if…
” — he sucked in a deep breath, like saying the words was physically painful — “if you make him happy. He deserves to be happy.”
I stared at Tim. Ever since I met him at that college party a few months ago, I always thought he was the outgoing type, but with not a lot going on in his head. I never expected this level of maturity.
“But I have to warn you,” he continued, “if you hurt my dad, I will come for you.”
I smiled in spite of myself. It was a funny image, seeing a nineteen year old looking out for his huge forty-three year old father. But it was touching too.
“I don’t want to hurt him,” I replied quietly. “But…I’m leaving tomorrow.”
He looked at the floor. “I won’t get all up in your business. That’s between you two. But I already told my dad I’m gonna crash at a friend’s tonight, so you can have the house to yourself.” He took a step out of the kitchen, then paused. “Willow?”
“Yeah?”
He hesitated. “Don’t break his heart.”
After Tim left, there felt like there was something in the air, pressing down on me.
Logan must’ve sensed my mood, because he told me to take a long soak in the bath in his ensuite.
It had been ages since I’d taken a proper bath — the dorms at college only had showers — so I took my time, sinking into the white foamy bubbles.
When I came out, wrapped in a fluffy robe, I found Logan lounging in his bed, reading his book, hair slightly damp. He must’ve showered in one of the other bathrooms. I snuggled up next to him, and he curled his arm around me.
“Everything alright, sweetheart?” he asked quietly.
I opened my mouth. There was so much I could say. “I’m going home tomorrow,” I heard myself saying.
He kissed the top of my head. “I’ll miss you.”
I blinked at him. “Really?”
A crease appeared between his brows. “What do you mean, really? I thought it was obvious that I’m —” He cut himself off, a flush spreading across his neck.
“You’re what?” I asked. “I… I assumed this was just a fling for you.”
He pulled away, eyes wide. “What? No . I mean…” he cleared his throat, moving his book out of the way. “I enjoy sleeping with you, but I thought it was obvious I enjoy your company, Willow. I thought it was a fling for you.”
“For me?” I asked.
“You’re going back to college. Boys will be fighting amongst themselves to be with you.”
“That’s such an exaggeration.”
“I’m not. You’re stunning. Sometimes…” The color in his cheeks deepened. “Sometimes I wonder what you’re doing with an old man like me.”
“You’re not an old man,” I said. “You’re gorgeous. And I feel calm when I’m with you. And I feel like we…like we get each other. I know it’s crazy to say that when we’ve known each other for a weekend. But…I don’t want to say goodbye.”
Something warm flooded his eyes. It might’ve been relief. He leaned forward, kissing the top of my head again. “You still have another week of holidays.”
“Yeah.” Classes resumed not tomorrow, but the following Monday. I’d resigned myself to spending the rest of spring break feeling miserable in my dorm room.
“You could stay,” Logan murmured. “I want you to stay.”
I looked up at him, feeling myself sink into his deep brown eyes. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I want you to spend another week here. I want to have pancakes in the morning and read our books together on the couch and sleep in the same bed. I have to go to work during the week, but every day I’ll look forward to coming back to see you in the evening.
” He touched my bare shoulder. “You make me happy.”
My heart felt too big for my chest. I leaned forward and kissed him hard, and he let out a soft low groan that send a shock of pleasure straight between my thighs.
He rolled himself so he was holding himself on top of me, and grabbed my chin, and his kisses were wet and deep.
We made out lazily, and it was perfect, feeling his lips on mine, the roughness of his stubble against my jaw, the heat of his mouth.
My mind went blank, all my anxieties fading away. I made him happy.
Being with him made me feel secure in a way I’d never felt before. Because I knew he wanted me. He wanted me.
Logan slid a hand into my robe and grabbed one of my breasts, rubbing his thumb around my nipple, making it stiffen into a peak. I squirmed, squeezing my thighs together.
“Sweetheart,” he murmured against my lips. “I need it.”
I brought my hand to my robe and pulled the belt, which had been tied into a bow.
The sides of the robe immediately came undone, exposing my naked body.
He sucked in a deep breath, dark eyes feasting on my body, before lowered his head and kissed my neck ferociously, and I knew he’d leave all kinds of hickeys.
“Fuck, Willow,” he said against my skin. “I need to be inside you.”
“Take it,” I begged him.
“I want” — there was the briefest pause — “I want to feel you, skin against skin. I want to make you mine.”
“You…” I breathed “…you want to do it raw?”
He pulled back, meeting my eyes, his expression hungry mixed with shyness.
“I’m on the pill,” I murmured. “And I’m clean.”
“I’m clean too.” His reply was a rasp.
I reached out, dragging a hand down his chest. “Tell me how much you want it.”
He flattened himself on top of me, his thick erection rubbing against my thigh.
“I want to cum inside you,” he murmured into my ear, making my spine tingle.
“I want to breed you. I want to mark you. That way, you’ll remember me, even after you’re gone.
When you’re at college, alone in your dorm, playing with yourself…
I want you to think of this. I want you to remember that you belong to me. ”
A whimper escaped me. “I belong to you. You can use my body however you like. You own me, Daddy.”
He nipped my ear lobe. “Fuck, baby.” He rubbed his hard length against my leg. “You make me so hard.”
“Let me see,” I whispered.
He sat up and pulled his pajamas off, so he was completely naked, his cock standing up at attention, flushed red at the tip, the defined veins snaking up the sides. His balls looked heavy and swollen. I leaned over and kissed his cock, inhaling the musky scent of his arousal.
He groaned and flipped me around in a movement so fast, I barely had time to comprehend it. I found myself on top of him, facing his dick, my ass on his face. His hands were gripping my legs.
“Daddy’s going to lick your pussy, okay?” he murmured. “And while that happens, you’re going to get Daddy’s dick all wet so it’s ready to fuck you. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I curled a hand around the base of his member, my other hand cupping his balls.
Then I lowered my mouth. Just as I wrapped my lips around his pulsing erection, something wet slid into my wet entrance, and I gasped.
For a moment, I was too distracted by the tongue fucking my hole to remember my job.
What had he said? Get Daddy’s dick all wet.
Setting my mind on the task, I sank my head down so I was taking as much of Daddy’s throbbing cock into my mouth, my hands stroking the base.
I bobbed my head, making slight gagging noise that seemed to make him leak pre-cum all over my tongue.
All the while, Daddy’s tongue was making me gush with arousal.
I took his cock out of my mouth with a pop.
“I think it’s wet enough now,” I whispered, voice raw with desire. “I need it in me now. Please.”