Chapter 21
Randy
It wasn’t until Logan’s arrival was imminent that I realized the driveway was full. I got on my phone to message him where to park, but a message pinged .
Here .
I hurried to the front door, and there he stood, my messenger bag over one shoulder, another bag clutched in his hand. I beamed.
“Hey.” I stood aside to let him enter, and it was mere seconds before I took his mouth in a fervent kiss.
He chuckled against my lips. “Can I at least put the bags down first?”
“Sure, if you want.” I claimed another kiss.
Logan laughed. “Randy, you have to stop kissing me first.”
Reluctantly, I let him go. He handed me the messenger bag, then dropped the other to the floor.
I couldn’t help myself. I hoisted him into my arms, supporting his ass, and carried him through the cabin, our lips locked. When we reached the door to the living room, he broke the kiss and inclined his head. “What am I missing?”
I grinned. “An orgy.” And judging by the sounds on the other side of Doug’s door, they were all having a great time.
His eyes widened. “Holy fuck. How many guys are in there?”
“Six. Does that mean you’d be interested in participating?”
Logan shook his head. “Never taken part in one, never been invited to take part, and no, I’m not really into that kinda thing.” His eyes sparkled. “I’m more a one-man-at-a-time kinda guy.”
I carried him into the kitchen, then set him down. I opened the fridge and grabbed the champagne I’d put in there before breakfast.
He stared at the dark green bottle. “Are we celebrating something?”
“Possibly?” I reached into a cabinet and took out two glasses.
Logan bit his lip. “Okay, this is intriguing.”
I pointed to the ceiling. “My room. We’re less likely to be disturbed up there.”
He followed me upstairs, and as soon as we went into the room, a loud groan filled the air, followed by several more. He chuckled. “Mind if I shut the window? That soundtrack is a little distracting.”
He had a point. I wandered over and closed the patio doors. “Better?”
Logan smiled. “Much.” He kicked off his sneakers and sat on my bed, leaning back against the pillows. I placed the bottle and glasses on the nightstand. He pouted. “You’re not gonna pop the cork?”
I perched on the edge of the mattress. “Not yet. After we’ve talked.”
He stilled. “Okay, that sounds serious.”
I took a moment to collect my thoughts. There was so much I wanted to say, and I was only going to get one crack at this.
“This weekend has made me think.”
Logan snickered. “You wanna host more orgies?”
I knew his attempt at humor masked his nerves. “No. It’s made me think about you.”
He was like a statue. “I’m getting that serious feeling again.”
I took his hand in mine. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to say for a while.”
His breathing hitched. “I might not have had a lot of experience, but those words would usually signal I’m about to be dumped. The champagne, though? That’s giving off a whole different vibe.” I held both his hands in mine, and Logan rolled his eyes. “Whatever it is, just say it, okay?”
There was no going back.
I gazed at his sweet face. “I love you. I’ve known for a while, but something held me back.”
His breathing grew ragged. “Can we go back to the ‘I love you’ part?”
He was too far away.
I climbed onto the bed, kneeling on the comforter, and he joined me in a heartbeat. I cupped his face between my hands and kissed him, feeling the tremors trickling through him, our bodies pressed together. Logan returned my kisses, giving as good as he got.
“Love you too,” he murmured between kisses. “Jesus, I thought I was gonna lose you just now. You sounded so fucking serious.”
I kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his chin, and ended with another tender kiss on the mouth.
At last we came to a halt, and he drew back to look me in the eye.
“It’s the age thing, isn’t it? That’s what held you back.”
I smiled. “It has to be a consideration. You’re only twenty-two. You have your whole life ahead of you. And asking you to…” My nerve finally failed me.
Logan’s chest heaved. “This is beginning to sound like more than confessing you love me.”
My heart pounding, I clambered off the bed and got down on one knee on the rug. I didn’t miss Logan’s sharp intake of breath.
“That’s because it is.” I swallowed. “What you said just now, about losing me? I don’t want to lose you either. Since we’ve been together, there’s been no one but you. And that’s the way I want it to stay. So if that’s not what you want, now’s the time to say it.”
He gaped at me. “Holy fucking God, you are serious.” He leaped off the bed and stood in front of me, trembling.
I forced a smile. “Never more so.” Then I realized I was woefully unprepared for this momentous occasion. “I don’t have a ring. I didn’t have this in mind when I planned this weekend because hey, I didn’t know you’d be here. So…” I took off my pinkie ring. “This will have to do.” My heart stuttered. “Except I’m not handing it over because you haven’t answered my question.”
Logan burst out laughing, his eyes glistening. “That’s because you haven’t asked it yet.” He hauled me to my feet and kissed me, a fierce kiss that set my heart alight. “And my answer’s yes, of course.”
I grabbed his left hand. “Now to find a finger this fits on.”
He cackled. “Thank God for having small hands.”
I slid the ring on to the third finger, then kissed it. “You have no idea how happy you’ve made me.”
Logan inclined his head toward the nightstand. “Now do we get to pop the cork?”
Laughter burst out of me in a flood of joy.
This has to be the best day of my life. And I was going to make sure the pair of us got our Happily Ever After.
I opened the bottle, then filled both glasses. I raised mine. “To us.”
His face glowed. “To us.”
We drank a little, but when Logan placed his glass on the nightstand before doing the same with mine, I knew what was coming.
“Come here,” I said softly. We knelt on the bed facing each other, my arms around him, exchanging soft kisses that fed the growing hunger inside me. Logan raised his arms and I removed his tee, pausing to press my lips to his nipples, loving the stifled moan that ensued. I took off my own shirt, and we shucked off our shorts before lying next to one another, our underwear left in place.
One glance at his crotch told me Logan was as turned-on as I was.
“You’re already leaking,” I said with a smile. I rubbed my thumb over the dark spot that blossomed in size as I watched. Then I groaned when Logan reached over and stroked my bulge, his fingers moving over my cotton-covered hole. “Before you ask, yes.”
He grinned. “Good to know.”
I inserted my fingers into his briefs, molding them around his cock while I nibbled on his ear. That always drove him wild. My own erection strained against my underwear to be freed. I knelt on the bed, and Logan didn’t hesitate. He laid a trail of kisses down my chest, pausing at the waistband before drawing it downward to reveal the root of my dick. He kissed me there, and I shivered. A moment later, he’d tucked the cotton under my sac and my shaft was buried in his throat. I cupped his nape and thrust, driving my cock deeper, faster, noises pouring from both of us.
“Let’s get these out of the way,” Logan said as he tugged my briefs lower.
A second or two later they went flying across the room.
Logan got down on all fours and worshipped my dick, his head bobbing. I couldn’t tear my gaze from the sight, my cock glistening, gliding between his lips. Then he broke off to kneel and remove his briefs, his dick leaking a steady stream of pre-cum. I opened the nightstand drawer for the lube, and Logan reached behind him to push slick fingers into his own hole.
“Wanna ride you,” he said, as quiet as a whisper.
I sat back against the pillows and lubed up. He straddled my hips, eased my dick between his cheeks, and slowly sank down on it, until I filled him.
“I’ve missed you,” I whispered, pulling him into a kiss.
“Me too, and you haven’t even been gone forty-eight hours.”
Logan’s lips were warm against mine. I held him still, my hands on his waist as I tilted my hips to thrust into him, keeping the movement slow and sensual, not breaking the constant flow of kisses. It wasn’t long before he lay on his back, me between his legs, frotting, grinding, then easing into him again, rolling my hips, his hands on my waist, my ass. When he almost slid a finger inside me, I groaned.
Logan smiled. “Soon,” he murmured. He rested his heels on my ass cheeks and I moved in and out of him, my hands on his chest as I rocked. I grabbed his ankles and raised them to my shoulders, hips pumping, leisurely at first but then picking up speed.
There was that finger again, tapping against my pucker.
“Can I?”
I bent to kiss him. “My ass is yours.”
Logan laughed. “It’s only polite to ask first.”
I slid free of him and lay face down on the comforter. That first flick of his tongue over my hole forced a moan from me, and I twisted to gaze over my shoulder. “Love your tongue in my ass.”
He chuckled, and the vibrations provided a delicious sensation. “It isn’t in there yet.” Strong fingers pried my cheeks apart, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth of his tongue as he worked my hole. A moment later, his thighs caged my hips as he mounted me, anchoring himself to my shoulders as he filled me, unhurried to begin with, but gaining in momentum until both of us were breathing erratically, our lips meeting in kiss after kiss.
“Ride me?”
As if I needed a second invitation.
I impaled myself on his dick, crouching over him as I bounced on his cock, Logan tugging on my shaft. Then he sat up, and I clung to him as we rocked together, his hands on my ass. He gazed at me, lips parted, chest covered in sweat, his breathing ragged.
I knew the signs.
“Come in me,” I urged.
He nodded, eyes wide, and I moaned to feel the throb of his cock as he came.
“Randy, I love you so much,” he moaned.
I froze at the sound of the door opening. Someone really has shit timing.
“You don’t know what you’re—oh fuck. Sorry.”
I didn’t even turn to look at him. “Thanks for the apology, Doug. Close the door behind you on the way out.”
Logan paled. He gripped my arms and peered around me, a look of horror etched on his face.
“Dad? What are you doing here?”
Dad?