Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
Liv’s thrilled to find Logan at our house after school. She does her homework in record speed, changes her clothes, and then runs out to work with him until dinner. Asher joins them a couple of times, but his focus is short lasting.
Afternoons with Logan are almost … domestic.
It’s silly, I know, but I feel like the three of us will miss him when he finishes the job.
Mornings, on the other hand, are much more boring when he’s not around.
I get my writing done, do some cleaning around the house, but there’s no one to talk to. No one to stare at. It’s lonely.
On Friday, I bring Logan a cold pitcher of lemonade.
“Good news. You’re on your own today. Ash and Liv are with their dad.”
“Too bad. I enjoy having them around.” He notices my suspicious look, so he continues, “I’m serious. Believe it or not, building decks is not the most mind-stimulating job. They make it more interesting.”
“Oh.” I’m surprised to hear he actually enjoys spending time with them. “Well, Liv has already complained about missing work today. ”
He chuckles at my joke, and my lips pull up into a smile. “Does she like weekends at Dad’s?”
“She does, generally. I think it’s normal that she misses him.
” My words sound foreign to me, like I’m reading them from a teleprompter.
I take a deep breath and continue, “They have a complicated relationship. He has a specific image of how she should look or act. And she doesn’t quite fit that image. ”
His jaw tenses as he places his hands inside of his pockets. “That must be hard for her.”
“It is. I try to support her as much as I can. But he’s still her father. And she loves him.”
“I just…” He shakes his head. “It sounds crazy to me. Liv’s amazing. She’s much smarter than her age suggests. She’s determined and stands her ground. It’s crazy to think she should change.”
A lump forms in my throat, and I’m barely able to utter my next words. “Yeah… I agree.” Looking away, I clear my throat. “I should stop bothering you and let you get back to work.”
“You could never bother me. Matter of fact, these little chats of ours are the highlight of my day.” His words pierce through my chest as his mouth morphs into a smirk.
“Don’t say things like that,” I whisper.
“Why not? After what happened between us, I think it’s safe to admit I like you.”
“You … like … me?”
“Wasn’t that obvious the first day I came here? I squeezed your deck in with absolutely no availability.” He smirks. “And I thought it was transparent that I was flirting with you from day one.”
I stare at him, wide-eyed, like he sprouted a new head.
“Am I that bad at flirting?” he continues, jokingly.
“No, I just thought … you were a flirty person.” I shrug, but I feel anything but relaxed. There’s a certain charge present in the air around us. Like we’re tiptoeing a very thin line, and who knows what will happen if we cross it .
“I’m flirty when I like someone. And I really like you, Sadie.” His dark eyes are earnest, but my brain can’t possibly process it.
“I-I’m your boss … sort of,” I stutter, making him chuckle.
“That’s kind of hot, don’t you think?”
“Mmm…” He’s hot, in another sweaty tank top. And I’m hot all over just from seeing him. Kind of hot is a gross understatement.
“Your move, boss. I’ve shown my cards.” He bites into his plump bottom lip and my brain short-circuits.
In a single breath, I close the distance between us, pressing my lips to his.
My hand finds its way to his shirt, holding him flush to me.
He wastes no time, slipping his hands into my hair and his tongue into my mouth.
It’s hot and rough and I whimper when I remember the way it felt on my needy pussy.
Yeah, this is probably a bad idea. Again. But he admitted he’s attracted to me. God knows why. And I’m going to enjoy it while it lasts. Until he completes my project, and I stop being convenient. Until he finds another toy to play with.
My chest heaves as I try to breathe him in like air.
His scent invades my pores, so distinctively Logan.
He could do hard physical labor in a hundred degree heat the whole day and still smell good.
Just like the last time, the kiss is the hottest kiss I’ve ever experienced, but his hands get impatient, roaming my body.
He pulls away for a second. “Call me high maintenance, but I want a bed this time.”
I nod before attacking his mouth again. He lifts me high enough to wrap my legs behind his back and starts walking, as if I weigh nothing.
“I can walk on my own, you know,” I stammer between kisses.
“How could you walk on your own while kissing me like this?” He slaps my ass lightly. “I don’t think so.”
I moan into his mouth, grinding myself on his thick length.
“Your room?” he asks when we reach the top of the stairs.
Lust controlling my brain, it takes me a few seconds to orientate myself enough to point in the right direction .
He drops me on the bed, trying to get my clothes off, but I grab his hand and pull him to the bed with me before flipping us around.
I don’t give him a chance to argue, dropping to my knees.
His eyes darken, hunger overtaking them.
My hands work on removing his shirt until his chest is bare in front of me.
Wide, muscular shoulders that taper down into strong pecs, smattered with dark chest hair I ache to trace with my tongue.
Fuck, he looks good. I’ll never look at my bed the same way again—without picturing him here, feral and male, his skin burning under my touch.
Focusing back on my plans, I unzip his jeans. He hisses, like I’ve actually burned him. As if trying to force himself to remove it, he sets his hand on my wrist. But I’m quicker, releasing his already dripping cock from his boxers in seconds.
“You don’t have to…” he says, but I interrupt him by placing a long lick from the root to the tip of his shaft.
“Fuckkkkk,” he groans, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
With a satisfied smirk, I suck his tip into my mouth.
He’s as hard and big as I remember him, even though I convinced myself it had to be an illusion.
Using the knowledge I got from books; I attempt to fake a good blowjob.
I haven’t given one in years. David used to love them, but since he wasn’t a fan of reciprocating, I eventually stopped handing them out.
But as the slow licks and swirls elicit a litany of curses from him, my confidence grows.
I grab him by the root, harshly, making him groan before hollowing my cheeks and taking him deep.
The sight of his stomach contracting, along with his hisses, makes me moan, knowing how much he’s affected by this.
Finally, I gain the courage to gaze up at him, my tongue circling his tip, but what I see stops me in my tracks.
His eyes are wild with black irises and lowered brows. His jaw is hard, as if he’s a second away from snapping it in half. If this was fiction, I’d have half of mind to expect he’ll shift into a wild animal any minute now.
But I know he’s holding back. And I don’t want him to .
“Don’t hold back,” I whisper before pulling him back into his mouth.
“Shit,” he breathes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll pinch you if I want you to stop.” I pull my gaze up to his, and he stares at me, deciding whether to believe me.
With a huff, his hands leave the silk tan sheets he was gripping, white-knuckled and rip my shirt in half, before I even know what’s going on.
“I want you naked while you choke on my cock,” he says, more to himself, while he works on getting me naked.
I guess ripping my clothes is a thing for him because not an item leaves unscathed.
His eyes size me up, and my nipples pebble harder under his wicked gaze.
Liquid pools between my legs as the pressure in my clit becomes painful.
I get back down to my knees, staring at his cock while I wait for him to make a move.
I want him to fully snap, relinquish all control. Maybe it’s a na?ve, dangerous thought. Maybe I have no idea what I’m getting myself into. But right now, it’s the only thing I can think about.
Feeling the full range of his passion. After being left out in the cold for too long, I want him to ignite me.
He picks up on my signals and slips his hands into my hair. The touch of his fingers is a soft caress, but it feels like a warning.
“Open wide.” His voice is loud and measured.
I do as I’m told, and I’m rewarded by the taste of his thick cock inside of my mouth. A moan escapes me, pushing him to the breaking point.
He lowers my head roughly on his cock, hitting the back of my throat.
A gagging sound fills the room, but it only spurs him on.
His moves turn from apprehensive to rough as he fucks my mouth with fervor.
I’m dripping wet, the thought of him using me for his pleasure intoxicating.
He continues his assault, but the pressure becomes too much for me.
Not the pressure of his cock in my mouth, but the pressure of my throbbing clit.
My hands sneak down to my pussy. Bringing some wetness to my clit, I rub it in quick circles, and the feeling makes me moan around his cock.
“Shit,” he groans, noticing what I’m doing, and soon, he’s pulling me off him.
“Did this make you hot? Feeling my cock in your pretty little mouth?” I nod.
“You look too fucking good like this. I need to be inside you. Now.” He ends the sentence on a growl, pulling me up and throwing me on the bed, face first.
He raises my hips until my ass is in the air and delivers a long lick from my clit all the way to my asshole.
“Fuck, you taste good. But I need to feel you clench around me. I need this pussy like I need my next breath.”
A shiver runs through me. I know exactly what he’s talking about. I need his cock inside of me more than I ever needed anything. I need his body flush to mine, so I can feel every inch of his skin. “Yes, fuck. I need you, too,” I pant out.
His hands land on my ass cheeks, more of a grab than a slap, and the air is sucked from my lungs when he slams his cock into me. I push forward, my reflexes avoiding his onslaught, even though it’s the last thing I want to do. He slows down, pulling me back on his cock, slowly. But that won’t do.
“No, please. Don’t hold back. Fuck me. Like you mean it.” My attempts to catch my breath interrupt each word.
Fortunately, it’s enough to make him listen.
He slams back into me, and I let out a strangled moan. “Yes!”
His moves are slow but rough as he bottoms out inside of me, again and again.
“This. Is. What. You. Get. For. Thinking. I wasn’t. Into. You.” Each word is enunciated with a thrust, blanking my thoughts. With each word, he hits a spot deep inside of me, a spot that makes me see stars.
“Do you get it now, Sadie? Do you get how much you turn me on?”
I release a whimper, but it’s not enough for him.
He slows down until he’s deep inside, but unmoving.
My hips roll back, trying to get him to move, but he doesn’t.
One of his hands stops my hips while the other pulls me by my hair, up to a kneeling position.
I feel his breath on my neck and it connects directly to my clit.
“I’ve asked you a question, Sadie.” He rubs his rough stubble over my neck, his voice serious. “Do you get how much I like you?”
“Yes,” I breathe out.
“Good,” he whispers into my ear, and rewards me with another punishing thrust.
It’s too much. His cock is too hot and too thick. The pressure on my scalp too overwhelming, and when he brings his other hand on my clit, there’s no way for me to stop the impending climax.
It starts low in my core, flooding me entirely as I pulse around his cock, and he rubs my clit throughout it. My eyes are closed, but my vision is filled with strobe lights, and the only thing keeping me upright is his hand wrapped around my waist.
“Shit,” he mutters, pulling out of me. Warm liquid hits my back as his groans ring in my ears.
His head drops to my shoulder, his breaths heavy and I almost feel like he’s … shaking. “I’m sorry … I didn’t wear a condom.” His voice is remorseful.
“That’s ok,” I whisper, turning to him. “I’m clean. And I have an IUD.” I place a soft kiss on his jaw. “It’s not like the chances of me conceiving would be great, anyway. I’m not the age of your typical conquest.”
It’s a joke, but it falls on deaf ears. His brows furrow, showing clear discontent at my self-deprecating joke.
After a second too long, he clears his throat. “I’m clean, too. But I think I should clean you up now.”
“That’d be great.”
Using the scraps of my clothing, he cleans the remains of his cum off my back with a gentle touch. When he’s done; he turns me around and kisses me thoroughly. His tongue wrestles with mine at a leisurely pace, as if we have all the time in the world .
I break the kiss first. “Need to pee,” I whisper, making him chuckle.
I leave for the bathroom to do my thing, expecting to find him half-dressed when I get back.
Rather, I find him nestled in my bed, the dirty comforter bunched up on the floor in the room’s corner.
He flashes me a blinding smile, most of him covered with a sheet, but his mouthwatering biceps on full display.
I thought he’d want to bounce as soon as we’re done, but he doesn’t look like he’s planning to leave.
“I should grab a shower.” I point a thumb back at the bathroom.
“There’s time for that. Come.” He motions for me to join him, and I follow like I’m hypnotized.
I’m kind of freaking out. A million questions plague my mind. I want to be alone to freak out in peace. But he doesn’t let me. Rather, he pulls me close to him until I rest my head on his chest. He lands a soft kiss to my hair.
Another round of goosebumps prickles my skin, but the voices in my head quiet. A few moments later, I drift off to sleep.