Chapter 26 Pink Nail Polish
Twenty-Six
Pink Nail Polish
Logan
When we reach my house, I click the garage opener clipped to my visor, and the heavy door groans as it rolls up. I pull my truck in front of the closed third stall, then motion for Brie to park in the empty space.
“You can pull in here,” I say, pointing to the open bay. “That way nobody drives by and sees your car sitting in my driveway.”
She nods and pulls into the garage, the low purr of her engine echoes against the walls before she shuts it off. The second she steps out, I jog through the opening, hit the button next to the door, and the garage rumbles closed behind us. Once it’s shut, I can’t wait another damn second.
I grab her by the back of the neck and crush my mouth to hers. She melts into me instantly, her hands slipping inside my coat, fingers brushing heat into my back until goosebumps scatter across my skin. Her soft moan vibrates against my lips, and I swallow it down like it belongs to me.
I pull away just long enough to rest my forehead against hers, breathing hard. “We should go inside before I fuck you against your SUV.” My nose drags along hers, and she shivers.
“Tempting,” she murmurs before slipping out from under my arm with a wicked little smile. She saunters toward the door, pausing halfway up the short set of stairs to glance back over her shoulder. She bites her lip, her eyes glinting with pure lust.
Jesus. My cock jerks against my zipper at that one look. In two strides, I’m scooping her up, and throwing her over my shoulder like I’ve just claimed my prize.
She squeals, laughter bubbling out of her. “Logan! What are you doing? Put me down!”
I smack her ass lightly, loving the way she wriggles. “You’re mine now, Snowflake. I’ll carry you wherever the hell I want.”
She kicks her feet, giggling harder. “You’re ridiculous. I can walk, you know.”
“Yeah, but this way I get to do this.” My palm lands on her ass again with a satisfying crack, followed by a slow, deliberate rub over her denim-clad curves.
Her mock outrage dissolves into breathless laughter. “Caveman.”
“A caveman who’s about to fuck you senseless.” At the door, I kick off my boots and tug hers off, each one hitting the floor with a heavy thud. I march us through the kitchen and up the stairs like a man on a mission.
“Patience is not your strong suit.” She giggles.
“Not when it comes to needing you.”
When I reach my bedroom, I drop her onto my bed. She’s flushed and panting from laughing. Her hair fans out across my pillows, messy and perfect.
“I can’t believe you just carried me up here,” she says, sitting up on her elbows.
“It was the best way to get you where I want you.” I tear off my coat and drop it to the floor. Reaching down, I slide hers off before gripping the hem of her sweater, but she stops me with her hand on my wrist.
“Wait.” Her gaze locks with mine. “You called me Snowflake. That’s what you called me the night I brought you home from the bar. So you do remember.”
I scrub a hand over my jaw. “It may not be as hazy as I made it seem.”
Her brows rise. “So you pretended to forget?”
“No, I mean technically yes, but,” I blow out a deep breath, “I wasn’t in the right headspace. I had to work through a few feelings first.”
“And those feelings are…”
“Worked out.” I cup her chin, my thumb brushing her bottom lip. “Now, I want us to work out a few things… together.”
Her sultry smile could burn down the whole damn house.
“I’ll have you know, I’m very good at working things out.
” She grabs my shirt, tugging me closer until I’m standing between her spread thighs.
Her fingers drift down to the waistband of my jeans.
Through her dark lashes, she peers up at me as her teeth sink into her bottom lip.
The look nearly sends me over the edge. It’s so tempting, alluring, and it ignites a fire within me.
She pops the button of my jeans and slides the zipper down with a gentle hiss.
“Brie…” My voice is gravel as she pushes the denim down my hips.
My cock strains against my boxer briefs.
Thick and hard. Wanting her. Only her. My snowflake.
Her hand skims over my bulge, a teasing stroke that makes me jerk in her palm.
Reaching behind me, I rip my shirt over my head.
Her fingers trace the elastic waistband, grazing my skin, causing goosebumps to sprout over my body.
Before she dips inside, I stop her with a hand on her wrist. “You’re wearing entirely too many clothes. ”
She smirks. “Then take them off me.”
Challenge accepted.
I hook my arms under hers, pull her to her feet, and crash my lips to hers.
Our tongues slide against each other. Soft.
Rhythmic. Like a slow dance I never want to end.
She whimpers into my mouth, the sound driving me even closer to the edge.
I undo the button on her jeans and slide them over her hips.
Without breaking our kiss, she shimmies out of them as I drag her sweater up.
I reluctantly pull away and continue sliding it up.
She raises her hands to help, but once it’s over her head, I stop, trapping her in the tangled fabric.
I bend down and press open-mouth kisses to the swells of her tits.
“Not fair.”
“For who?” With one hand, I hold her hostage in her sweater, and my other hand tugs down her bra cup, freeing her peaked nipple. Bending down, I take it into my mouth, sucking hard until she cries out, arching into me.
“Logan…” Her moan is pleading, needy.
I repeat the action on the other side while nipping and sucking on her soft skin. I skim my hand down her rib cage to the front of her panties. She parts her legs slightly, giving me more room. I rub her clit over the soft cotton.
“Oh yes. Logan.” She bucks her hips, rubbing herself against me.
I slip my hand inside the elastic and over her bare pussy. “I think you like being tied up and blindfolded. You can’t see what I’m going to do next.”
“Logan, I need you. Please.”
“What do you need, Snowflake?”
“Touch me.”
I slide my finger over her clit and down through her wetness. When I reach her opening, I circle my finger around the hole. She bucks her hips trying to spear herself on my finger. “Now I think it’s you who needs a little patience.”
“No. I want you to finger fuck me.”
“Yeah? Like this?” I slide a finger inside her warm heat.
She moans. “Oh, yes.”
My cock throbs at her words. I thrust in and out of her tight pussy. When I pull out, I add a second finger, stretching her even more. She rocks her hips against my hand, letting my palm rub against her clit. I’ll never tire of how wild she gets even from my fingers.
Her breath hitches. “Yes. Just like that.”
“You think you can have an orgasm on my hand?”
Her head drops back, exposing her neck as she exhales a soft whimper. “Keep going. Don’t stop.” As I continue thrusting in and out, her breathing turns into short pants. “Logan.”
My name drips from her lips like honey and it makes my cock throb so hard I swear I could come just from her voice. “Say it again. Just like that.”
“Logan…” Her voice is drawn out this time, shaky and drenched in need.
I rip her sweater the rest of the way off, needing to see her face when I make her fall apart.
Her lashes flutter, eyes blown wide with lust, as my thumb circles her clit.
Her moan rips through the air, her pussy clenching around my fingers as her orgasm overtakes her.
She shudders, head thrown back, the sound of my name breaking from her again as she rides it out.
I don’t stop until she collapses against me, boneless and gasping.
“That was… so good.”
I grin against her cheek. “Snowflake, I’m just getting started.”
Reaching behind her, I unclasp her bra. The straps fall off her shoulders and it hits the floor.
I hook my thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pull them down while she does the same to me.
With my arm around her lower back, I pull her to the center of the bed, kissing a path along her jaw before sucking hard on her neck.
“You’re the first person I’ve been with in three years. ”
Then she stiffens. “Wait.” She pushes at my shoulders, holding me back. “You haven’t had sex in three years? How is that even possible?”
I shrug. “Um, I just didn’t.”
“You’re hot. Like, how could no woman want to have sex with you?”
“Well, it’s not for lack of them trying. I just was never in the right headspace. I wasn’t going to lead anyone on.” I brush my lips along her cheek. “But this. I want this. Fuck, I want this. I want you.”
She giggles. “You’re only saying that because it’s been three years since you’ve had sex.”
“I’m saying it because I waited three years to have the perfect moment with you.”
“And you have lines for days.”
“Not a line.” My voice roughens. “The truth. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt like this, and it’s because of you.
But it’s not just sex. That’s just the cherry on top.
” I roll us so she’s straddling me, her bare pussy gliding over my cock, and my head falls back with a groan. “Top drawer. Condoms.”
Her grin is pure sin as she leans over and fishes through the drawer. When she pulls out the stuffed reindeer instead, her brows shoot up. “You kept this?”
I nod. “It has sentimental value now. Every time I open the nightstand, I think back to the night I fucked you with my tongue.”
Her smile turns wicked as she gently places it on the bed, then reaches back into the nightstand. After some rustling, she sits up, a condom pinched between her fingers.
“Put it on me,” I rasp.
She tears it open, slides down my body, and wraps her hand around my cock. I hiss through my teeth as she strokes me. Slow. Teasing. “I’m getting you ready.”
“Snowflake,” I grit, “I am beyond ready.”