33. Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Three
IZZY
“Yes.” I clapped as Nikki stole the ball and headed toward the goal. She stopped a few feet away from it and pulled her foot back before giving the ball a hard kick. I jumped and yelled as it bounced off the net, landing inside the goal.
Maggie and Jesse chuckled.
A blush crept up my neck. I’d met Maggie’s boyfriend once or twice over the last few weeks, but it was only in passing when he would show up as I was leaving. “Sorry, I can be a bit competitive.”
“A bit?” Logan asked from the other side of me.
“You shush.” I sent him a playful glare.
He wrapped his arm around my back and pulled me closer with a hand on my hip. It had been almost a week since that first night together, and I still got butterflies in my stomach every time he touched me. Was it silly I hoped those never went away?
“I’m glad the girls have you to cheer them on,” Maggie said with a smile. “They said you two were going on a?—”
Logan cleared his throat loudly, cutting her off and narrowing his eyes slightly. “It’s a surprise.”
I looked up at Logan. He planned on surprising me?
“Oh.” Maggie smirked. “Sorry, girls left that part off.”
Logan met my gaze. “And no, I’m not telling you.”
I stuck out my bottom lip. “No fair.”
He pressed his lips to my temple. “Have I ever told you how cute you are when you pout?”
With a roll of my eyes, I focused back on the game. Although I didn’t miss the smile Maggie gave us as she watched our exchange.
Once the game was over, Maggie and Jesse left with the girls, and we had settled back in Logan’s truck, curiosity got the best of me.
“Okay. So where are we going?”
“You’ll find out when we get there.”
I huffed and his lips twitched. I actually didn’t mind surprises, but I had to admit I was overly curious about this one.
He reached across and took my hand in his. “How’s your mom doing?”
“Stubborn, and doesn’t like that she needs help doing certain things right now.”
“That’s how my mom was when she needed to get a knee replacement last year.” He shook his head. “My stepfather had the patience of a saint the whole time. Not sure how he managed.”
“Not sure how my dad is doing it either.” After a minute of silence, I looked over at him. “What about your dad? You don’t talk about him. Is he…”
Logan’s jaw locked. Damn it. Obviously, there had to be a reason he didn’t talk about him.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it.”
He shook his head. “He’s alive. Lives in California. I don’t have much of a relationship with him. He calls and says hi to the girls every now and then.”
“Oh.” There was so much he wasn’t saying.
“It’s complicated.” A sigh left his lips. “He cheated on my mom.” He hesitated before going on. “With someone who watched me as a kid from time to time.”
I stared at him with wide eyes. Was that the reason why he never took Jay’s suggestion to hire me? Knowing he was attracted to me?
He stole a quick glance my way before returning his focus to the road. “He left us to start a new family. I was pretty much an adult when he finally decided he wanted to try to fix things between us. I wasn’t interested. But I went through the motions for my mom because she wanted me to forgive him like she did.”
“But you haven’t?”
He shrugged. “My mom is better off now with someone who truly cares about her, so in a way I have, but not enough that I want a close relationship with him.”
I nodded. “Yeah, that makes sense.”
“It does?” He glanced over at me, brows slightly raised. “Most people think I should try harder.”
“I think everyone is different and needs to make decisions based on what they want, what they can handle, what makes them happy.”
His body visibly relaxed, and his grip loosened on the wheel. “He had a trust set up in my name, but I refuse to touch it. My mom says I’m being petty. It was also a point of contention when Maggie and I were married. We ended up compromising and transferring it over to the girls so they’ll get it one day.”
“I think that’s reasonable.” I nodded. “I’m assuming you can access it if you need to?”
“Yeah. I’m the trustee, so I can access it anytime as long as it's used for them.”
He turned into a small parking lot, and I gasped when I saw the sign for scenic helicopter tours. “You’re taking me on a helicopter?”
“Is that ok?”
I stared at him with my mouth hanging open. A few nights ago, a show we were watching together depicted tourists going on one, and I mentioned always wanting to ride on a helicopter. I couldn’t believe he remembered, or that he listened that intently.
“You serious? Like for real?”
He smiled. “Yes. You said you always wanted to do this.”
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would. Or that someone would do this for me.
“Isn’t it expensive?”
He shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. “It’s worth it. They’ll take us over the mountains and lake. Views are gorgeous.”
He parked the truck and climbed out. I waited for him to come around to my side, and when he opened my door, I took his hand and slid out. We both knew I could jump out on my own, but I thought it was sweet he wanted to help me. His fingers threaded through mine, and we headed toward the small building.
By the time we were seated next to each other in the back of the helicopter, headsets on, adrenaline pumped through my veins. Logan leaned closer, and his warm breath whispered along my ear. “Excited or nervous?”
“Excited.” I giggled. “Maybe a little nervous.”
He wrapped one arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer into his side. Seeing the view of the mountains that surrounded Half Moon Lake amazed me, an experience I was sure I’d never forget. The pilot pointed out the spot where a famous movie was filmed and other well-known landmarks, as well as some I wasn’t familiar with.
“Oh my God, look.” I pointed out the small window as we flew over the town I grew up in. “That's my high school.” After a minute, I spotted the river that separated Half Moon Lake and my town. “And there’s the river.”
Logan smiled at me. “We’re about to fly over the lake.”
A heartbeat later, the large crescent-shaped lake came into view.
“There’s The Dock,” I said, pointing out the window again. “Oh, and look, the beach with the big water slide. We should take the girls sometime this summer. That slide is so much fun.”
“They’d love that.” He pressed his lips to my temple. “I’m enjoying watching you experience this.”
I turned toward him. “Thank you for doing this. It’s literally the most exciting thing I’ve ever done.”
Before I knew it, we were landing, and the tour was over. I bounced with excitement as we walked to the truck, skipping ahead before spinning back toward him.
“That was amazing.” I took two steps, closing the distance, and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
He bent his knees and locked his arms around my back, lifting me off the ground to bring me eye level with him. His mouth slanted over mine, leaving me breathless, and my core hummed with desire.
I pulled back. “Take me home, Logan.”
His lips lifted slightly. “Didn’t you want to grab dinner?”
I shook my head. “I need you.” I’d never felt such intense desire like this with anyone I’d dated. But being with him was quickly becoming an addiction. “Now. Dinner after.”
His pupils blew wide, making his caramel-colored eyes almost black. He loosened his arms and let me slide slowly down his body, his hard cock pressing along my belly.
“I will always give you what you need, sweetheart.” His gaze burned into me. “Let’s go home.”
Home. The idea that one day his home would be our home settled over me like a warm blanket, images of what that would look like flashing through my mind. Lounging in bed together on a lazy Saturday morning, making breakfast together as a family, piling in the car to go to a soccer game, going to The Dock for lunch. All of it overwhelmed me, leaving me feeling like I was floating.
I pulled out of his arms and sent him a saucy smile. He raised an eyebrow.
“I’ll race you.”
His lips twitched. “And what do I get if I win?”
My stomach flipped at the ideas that raced through my mind. “Anything you want.”
“Anything?”
I nodded, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth.
He angled his head in the direction of the truck. “I’ll give you a head start.”
Giggling, I turned and took off at a sprint. I was almost to the truck when large, muscular arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me off the ground.
“Got you,” he whispered against my ear. “Now, for my reward.”
“And what’s that?”
“You’ll see.” He set me down and opened the passenger door.
Excitement and desire mixed as I climbed into my seat. Once he pulled out onto the main road, he reached over and trailed his fingers up my thigh. I gasped when they disappeared beneath the hem of my knit shorts and swung my gaze over to him. The mischievous smile he wore said he knew exactly what he was doing.
My hips bucked as he rubbed my clit through my lacy thong. “Logan,” I moaned.
His touch softened to a torturous degree, and I rotated my hips, trying to find more friction.
His movements froze. “Nope. You have to stay completely still.” He cocked a brow at me. “Anything I want, remember? And I want you begging for my cock by the time we get home.”
I bit down on my bottom lip, not about to admit I wanted to beg for it now. His ministrations started again, and I let my head fall back against the headrest and closed my eyes. I focused on staying still as his fingers slid under my panties, brushing lightly across my clit. The pressure was just strong enough to send little zaps of pleasure radiating through my body, but not enough to cause an orgasm.
“So wet.” He slid two fingers down, toying with my entrance. “You’re going to be so ready, begging for me to fuck you, aren’t you?”
I twisted my head to the side to look at him and gave him a slight nod.
He continued playing with me, backing off the amount of pressure I needed, but I couldn’t deny it felt amazing. I gripped the handle of the door tightly as he increased the speed of his fingers, alternating soft and firm touches. My chest heaved, and another moan left my lips. Without my permission, my hips bucked off the seat. Jesus. Maybe I was going to come.
He paused again. “So needy.”
I bit into my lip and pinched my eyes closed, thanking my lucky stars when he moved his fingers again. After a few more minutes of pure torture, he removed his hand.
“What…” My eyelids flew open, and I looked over at him as he turned the truck into his driveway.
Pushing the button on the roof of his truck to open the garage, he pulled in and immediately hit the button again to close the door. The engine off, his hands went to the buckle of his belt.
“Take those off.” He motioned at my shorts. “Then get your ass over here.”
He reached down and lifted the lever, throwing his seat further back. Hastily, I discarded my shorts and thong and climbed over the center console. I straddled his legs, looking down as his long, thick cock jutted out.
“My turn.” I grasped him in my hand and moved up and down, using my thumb to spread his precum over the tip.
He threw his head back with a groan. “Fuck, sweetheart. Keep that up and I’m going to come in your hand instead of inside of you.”
I smiled and did it again. “You teased me, so it’s only fair I get to tease you now.”
His jaw locked, and his eyes became hooded out as I moved my hand slowly up and down. I enjoyed watching him hold onto his control. When his hips bucked, I let go of him. In one quick movement, I lifted up, moving over him, and slid down his length. A moan left my lips as he stretched me until I was fully seated.
“You’re not allowed to move this time.” I pressed my palms against his chest and rotated my hips, seeking that sweet spot.
“Christ.” His fingers dug into my ass, but otherwise, he relaxed back against the seat, letting me take control. “I want to watch your tits bounce.”
I slid one strap of my tank top down my arm, repeating the same on the other side. He tugged the fabric down until my breasts were fully exposed, and goose bumps broke out along my skin as his thumbs flicked my nipples.
Between playing with me on the drive home and now feeling him inside me as he played with my nipples, it was all too much. But also not enough. I didn’t want to rush this. Being with him, feeling him inside me, was intense, and I swung between wanting to take it slow and wanting to ride him hard and fast.
I started slowly, rising up and sliding back down, rotating my hips so my clit grinded against his pelvis. He kept his gaze locked on my face, and I couldn’t look away. Every clench of his jaw and groan that slipped between his lips spurred me on as I increased my speed.
“ Fuuck ,” he growled. “Just like that.” He reached up and tangled his hand in my hair, tugging slightly.
The sensation shot straight to my core, increasing the pleasure, and my movements became more erratic, grinding against him over and over.
He pulled my mouth down to his and thrust his tongue inside, exploring every crevice. The new angle put more pressure on my clit and I rubbed shamelessly against him. He dug his fingers into my ass, encouraging me to move faster.
I felt so out of control, bombarded with so many sensations as his mouth continued to assault mine, his hand still in my hair, and his fingers digging into my ass. Not to mention the feeling of him stretching me. It all sent me flying. I pulled back, digging my nails into his chest, and my body trembled as my orgasm overtook me.
A growl vibrated through his chest and tumbled from his lips as he exploded, filling me with his release. I slowed my movements but didn’t stop, riding out every wave, not ready for it to be over.
Fully spent and sated, I sagged back down onto his chest and lay my head on his shoulder. His arms wrapped around my back, and we stayed like that until our breathing evened out.
His cock twitched and hardened inside of me again, and I sat up, giggling, and stared down at him.
His lips lifted into a seductive smirk. “I can never get enough of you.”
“Yeah?” I tilted forward and brushed my lips over his.
I had to admit I’d become just as addicted to the passion that blazed between us. How we couldn’t even wait to get inside to do it again. But it was so much more than sex. The way I felt connected with him, the way his touch felt like it was branding my soul. That was what I craved.