Chapter 10
TEN
Elizabeth
“Yes!”
My voice bounces off the walls and echoes all around us. Logan’s first thrust inside of me takes my breath away while bringing me back to life all at once.
My mind goes completely blank as I allow myself to just feel. I refuse to think of anything else other than how good he makes me feel in this very moment.
“You’re so tight,” he grumbles from behind me, only making me clench harder around his erection. “No one has ever made me feel this good.”
I have half a mind to stop him and ask him to clarify what he’s telling me. When he’s referring to other women, are they from before he met me, or from the last two weeks when he basically ghosted me without actually saying so?
His hands land on my hips with one hard slap, and I once again forget about everything. I lose any awareness I may have as to the passage of time. I have no idea if hours, minutes or merely seconds go by. I just know that my entire body is a live wire, and I don’t want it to ever end.
I press myself back, meeting his every thrust with as much enthusiasm as he has to give me.
“Logan,” I moan, completely out of breath now. Sweat runs down my front, pausing briefly right under my breasts before dripping onto the sheets. The mess we’re making between that and my own juices that are freely flowing, and I’m sure I’ll have to change the bedding after we’re done.
I am so distracted by the intense emotions flowing through me, I don’t even realize that Logan wrapped my long hair around his fist.
“Come here,” he says just as he yanks me back.
I don’t have time to protest when my back crashes into his chest. My head falls onto his shoulder, absolutely loving the pressure to my hair.
His free hand sneaks around until it presses in between my breasts before cupping my right one.
With no warning, his fingers squeeze my nipple, making me let out a small cry of pain.
“Logan,” I breathe out. “Don’t stop. Please,” I beg.
He doesn’t seem to have any intention of stopping as he moves to give the same attention to my other breast before alternating back and forth.
Our hips continue moving together. I can feel every inch of him as his thrusts in and out, each time he goes back in being stronger than the one before.
“Logan, no,” I cry out when he removes his hand from my very tender breasts.
He kisses the side of my head. “Shh, you’re okay,” he assures me as he runs his fingertips down the middle of my chest to my belly button, then lower, hovering over the most intimate part of me.
My skin breaks into goosebumps while I try to stop the shiver threatening to take over my entire body. I push myself harder against him, begging him without words to give me more, give me everything.
Just as I think I can’t take much more of this, he finally touches me where I crave the most. I buckle so hard against him, I can’t hold myself upright anymore, and I am grateful for him still having my hair wrapped against his fist.
“Come for me, Lizzie,” he whispers into my ear, then drops the sweetest kiss onto my shoulder.
That, combined with his touch on my overly sensitive clit, along with his erection pulsating inside of me, makes me want to explode into a million pieces.
With my eyes closed tightly, I grab the arm he has across me and dig my nails into his skin. Like in a dream, I hear him groaning while he moves faster against me. The hold on my hair is tighter yet, the pain just enough to bring me over the edge.
“Logan…”
I can’t call out his name as loudly as I’d normally like to. Instead, it comes out on a whisper.
Not much registers once the pleasure takes over my senses. I ride the wave while Logan pounds into me from behind, the hand he has in between my legs moving rapidly, giving me everything that I want.
At some point, I am aware of him letting go of my hair.
He presses a hard hand to the middle of my back, causing me to fall forward.
I blindly catch myself on my hands, more out of instinct than anything else.
Logan doesn’t waste any time. Instead, his hands clench onto my hips as he pushes into me with more aggressivity than he’s ever done before.
“Almost there,” he groans. I’m not sure if he’s telling me that or if he is talking to himself, but I am not capable to respond either.
His thrusts become stronger, making it almost impossible for me to hold myself up anymore. I faceplant into the mattress, relieved that I don’t have to put any effort into anything anymore as I am still riding the wave of pleasure that only Logan has ever been able to make me experience.
He is now resting his hands on each side of my head as he continues to pound into me. With all my senses being flooded by so much emotion, I am shocked when I feel another orgasm hitting me from out of nowhere. It is not as intense as the one from before, but it’s powerful, nonetheless.
“Fuck,” Logan calls out behind me. I can tell he is coming from the way that his hips move against me and the sounds he makes while pouring himself inside of me.
His breathing is heavy against my overheated skin when he rests his forehead against the middle of my back. I don’t have the energy to push him away or even tell him that I need some space. At the same time, I am scared that he would take it the wrong way and just leave.
“That was fuckin’ wild, Lizzie,” Logan chuckles against me, the movement causing him to slip from inside of me. Our combined juices instantly wet my thighs as they run out of me.
For a split second, I wonder if I should be worried about us not having used a condom. Birth control is not a problem, I got that covered, but I should be concerned about any potential STD’s. I shake that thought in a second. I trust Logan with my life, as na?ve as that makes me sound.
“Jesus, what a mess,” he comments from behind me, making me lift my head from where it’s resting against the comforter.
“It can’t be that bad,” I murmur softly.
My heart is beating a mile a minute now, more so than during my two back to back orgasms. I worry that he is going to want to leave, and I don’t know how to stop him from doing so without sounding desperate.
Then again, I moved states for him, without even asking him if he wanted me here. How much more desperate than that can I sound?
I jump in surprise when I feel Logan running a hand up and down my back, the touch comforting and, dare I say, reassuring.
“I’ll help you change the sheets, baby,” he tells me. “I’m sorry I just jumped you like that.”
That makes me turn onto my side so I can see him better, completely unbothered by the fact that I am naked.
“If I remember correctly…” I pause for a second to clear my hoarse sounding voice. “I’m the one who jumped you first.” I wink at him for good measure.
Logan lets out a snort of laughter, like he didn’t want to laugh at what I’d said, but he couldn’t help himself.
With gentle moves, he manages to maneuver us under the covers where he intertwines our bare legs and brings us closer together, with our heads sharing the same pillow.
“I really came here just to talk.” He kisses me tenderly on the nose. “But you really are so irresistible to me, Lizzie.”
I roll my eyes at him, like his words don’t affect me, when in fact, it is everything I was hoping to hear.
“I’m sorry I’ve been distant for the last couple of weeks,” he continues, on a more serious tone now. “I want you to know that I wasn’t with anyone else while being away from you.”
My face flushes in an instant, and I look away. He is saying all the right things, but I can’t lie and say that the thought of him messing around with the puck bunnies while on the road didn’t cross my mind.
“T-thank you for telling me that,” I stutter. “I know you had away games.”
Logan’s always playful eyes appear so serious now. It’s like he is trying to tell me something without actually saying the words. Since I am not a mind reader, I’m not sure how this is going to work.
“I was at Sebastian’s house earlier today,” he tells me out of nowhere.
“Okay,” I mumble when he doesn’t continue right away.
“I was telling him about you, and how I…”
I hold my breath, waiting for him to tell me that he loves me. I am ready to tell him the same.
“How I am so happy that you’re in Texas,” he finishes.
I deflate like a balloon. That is not what I thought for sure he was about to tell me.
“I’m really sorry I’ve neglected you since we reconnected again.”
I nod in understanding while I try to hold back the tears I feel coming. I don’t want to cry in front of him, but I feel so emotional.
“How’s work been?” he asks, probably trying to change the subject.
“Work’s been good,” I tell him, grateful for the distraction. “I’ve been doing some research on a new brand of supplements. And I also had a few appointments here and there. That was weird,” I laugh.
Logan frowns in confusion. “Appointments with who?”
“Just players on the team,” I shrug. “Nothing crazy. In fact, a couple of them didn’t even have any questions, so I’m not quite sure why they requested an appointment with me.”
“Players on my team?” His eyebrows go up when he asks.
His question confuses me. “Uhm, yeah. That’s the team I work for, so what other players could there be?”
“We had away games,” he explains.
“They came in between games,” I tell him. “They wanted to try some new recovery foods, for after the games. I actually still have to do some more research on that.” I look away in embarrassment. “I’m not…”
Logan brings a hand to my face, cupping my cheek. “You’re not what?”
“I’m not that good at this job business,” I confess to him. “I really try,” I make sure to say. “But… I just… don’t like it.”
“Find something else,” Logan shrugs, like it’s no big deal.
Unfortunately, since I decided not to talk to my father anymore, he made the decision not to support me financially anymore. The money I have is an inheritance from my mother, which he did not care to have access to, but it’s not enough for me to live off of. I definitely need a steady income.
“I’m not qualified for anything else,” I tell Logan. “And I am barely qualified for the job that I do have.”
It’s really sad actually. I am in my twenties, and I basically don’t have very many life skills because I chose to be a daddy’s little girl as opposed to more career oriented. Living out here, so far away from home, and having to support myself has been very eye opening. In fact…
“I was thinking about what you said before.”
Logan frowns in confusion. “What did I say before?”
“When you told me that we should keep us a secret,” I clarify.
The cutest dimple pops on his cheek when he grins at me. “Oh, I thought about it, too! I understand how stupid of a request that was. Actually,” he laughs, “It was Sebastian who told me it was stupid. And when he said it like that, I realized that it really was stupid.”
“What are you saying?” It is now my turn to be confused.
“I’m saying that I don’t care who knows we’re together…”
“So we are together then?” I interrupt.
“Lizzie,” he says in a chastising tone. “If what we just did in this bed doesn’t make us a couple, I don’t know what would.”
“Oh, geez.” I look away, trying to get away from his playful gaze.
“I’m sorry I was an idiot before,” Logan tells me. “I am still a little traumatized from what happened to us in New York. I didn’t want to rock the boat, you know?”
He holds me tighter before dropping a chaste kiss onto the side of my head.
“But I am ready to yell it from the rooftops. Especially now that I know these assholes have been lining up to see you at work.”
I slide my hand into his hair, pushing it away from his forehead. “Aww, are you jealous, Lo?”
He doesn’t take his time to answer. “A little bit,” he admits in a sheepish tone.
I chew on my bottom lip, unable to match his enthusiasm. The last two weeks have given me a reality check. If I am to be on my own two feet, I can’t risk losing the only source of income I currently have.
“I looked into that clause in my contract you were telling me about before,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper, sounding nervous as hell.
On the other hand, Logan sounds confident. “I’m assuming you found the same thing I did, right? You can’t see anyone in the office, but there’s no clause for the players.”
I clear my voice a couple of times, then look away, unable to look him in the eyes.
“Yes,” I confirm.
Logan continues smiling at me, but it looks a bit strained now, like he can tell there’s more to the story.
“What’s the problem then?” he asks. It’s the opening I was looking for, but the words are lodged into the back of my throat.
“There is no problem,” I assure him. “Per se…”
“Per se,” he laughs. “That sounds really fancy, so you know.”
I roll my eyes at him. “I am a fancy girl.”
He cups the back of my head and brings my mouth closer for a kiss. It’s just a simple pressing of our lips together, but it feels like love.
“You are my fancy girl,” he murmurs against my mouth.
Okay, now he’s making it hard for me again.
“Lizzie, I can tell something is bothering you,” he admonishes me. “Just spill it. Get it over with,” he encourages me. “You’ll feel better after,” he winks at me.
I chuckle at that. “You think?”
“That’s what they say at least,” he shrugs. “You feel better when you get the heavy stuff off your chest.”
“My stuff is not that heavy,” I make sure to tell him. Why am I so nervous about it though? I can’t even answer my own question, that’s why I’m not sure how I am going to break the news to Logan.
“That’s great news then,” he smirks at me. “Get the not heavy stuff off your chest, girl.” He cups my small breasts playfully. “It’s a beautiful chest that you have, though. So you know.”
I bite into my bottom lip and brace myself for it. I hate that he is so optimistic about us.
“I think we should keep us a secret for a little longer, Lo,” I finally manage to get the words out.
He frowns at me, but he doesn’t look mad. Maybe a little sulky. “Why?”
I take a deep breath in and tell him the truth.
“Because I can’t afford to lose my job in case they decide to enforce that rule with the players, too. I am not qualified to do anything else, and I need to be more established with the Aces first.”
Logan takes a moment, his eyes locked with mine. I let out a sigh of relief when he nods in understanding. “Fair enough. For how long should we keep it a secret?” he asks. “Another week or two?”
I shrug with indecisiveness. “Maybe a couple of months?”
It is his turn to let out long sigh but doesn’t argue with my request.
“Why is everything always so complicated with us, Lizzie?”
That’s a good question. It’s almost as if the universe doesn’t want us together.