Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
I drop Ash and Liv at school and rush home to meet Abby. I’ve been avoiding having a face-to-face meeting, opting for regular telephone calls for weeks now. But she said she needed to take some candid pictures of me in my new workspace and house, which I guess can’t be done over the phone.
I stop by the store to grab a few sodas and, if I don’t get stuck in traffic, I should be home just in time.
Turns out, Abby came early. I hear her feminine chuckle as soon as I enter the house, carrying the sodas in my hands since I forgot to take a bag to the store. I drop the cans on the kitchen counter, hurrying to see where the hell the chuckle came from.
Abby stands in my backyard, twirling a lock of her naturally blonde hair, throwing heart eyes at Logan, who looks delectable in his signature white tank top and a backwards baseball cap.
A burning sensation starts in my stomach, making its way up to my chest. Abby is a beautiful, twenty-two-year-old woman, all limber, toned legs and long, silky hair.
Logan smiles at her politely, and the burning sensation turns into a rock in my stomach.
I guess he made a joke because she lets out a loud giggle, playfully slapping his shoulder.
Unwilling to watch any longer, I decide it’s time to break up this party .
I step outside to the mostly built deck, clearing my throat so they finally notice.
“Sadie,” Abby says with a smile. “I was a bit early, but Logan was nice enough to keep me company.”
Logan shoots me a panty-melting wink, one that could almost make me forget he seems to be flirting with a girl that is fourteen years my junior. Almost.
“Yes, that’s nice of him.” I grit out, doing my best to play it cool. “Should we get started?”
“Of course.” With a parting smile to Logan, she follows me inside.
I take her straight into my office, giving her a chair I absolutely hate to sit in.
It’s an exceptional designer piece, but sitting in it is a horrible experience.
I never figured out exactly why that is, which part makes your spine bend into a completely unnatural position, but it’s been serving only as decoration since I bought it.
She sinks her petite, perky butt into it, her face immediately contorting with discomfort. I shoot her a polite smile, my guts screaming with victory.
It’s pathetic, really. Feeling envious of this poor young girl who did absolutely nothing wrong. But my feminist girl power side is suffocated by the green monster possessive of a man I have no right to be possessive about.
Even with her obvious discomfort, her lips pull up, because other than having model-like looks, she’s also a kind and sweet human being. I sigh.
“Do you want another chair? This one is kind of an … acquired taste.”
Relief floods her face. “Yes, please. It looks great, but I don’t think I’m built right for it.”
I’m not even sure they had the human body in mind while making it, but that’s beside the point. I point her to another extra chair I have in my office, the one Sandy typically sits in, patting myself on the back for this spurt of maturity .
“This is much better, thanks.” She smiles. “Let’s get to work. I don’t want to overtake your writing time.”
“That’s ok.” I chuckle. “I’m actually slightly ahead of schedule.”
Her eyes widen in shock. “Ahead? That’s amazing.”
After having mind blowing sex with Logan, writing has been a walk in the park, just like it was in the beginning of my career. I had to set alarms for me to eat, or I’d write right until I had to leave to pick the kids up. “Oh, you know. The muses have blessed me with their benevolence.”
“Well, I hope they continue doing that.”
We go through our to-do lists, checking things off and putting new things on it.
It’s actually … nice. And it’s much easier to brainstorm in person than over the phone.
I don’t know why I’ve avoided this for so long.
Abby’s no Sandy, but she’s capable and competent.
I was the difficult one in this relationship.
“Now that we have all that settled, how about we do the shoot?”
I nod my approval, and she unpacks her makeup bag. She works hard, and she cares. I’m a bitch for being mean to her.
She applies a natural-looking makeup look on my face using more products than I know how to name.
“So, what’s the deal with Logan? Is he single?” she asks while applying nude lip gloss on my lips and my audible gulp makes her smear my face with the gloss.
“Sorry,” I mumble, and she cleans it up with a Q-Tip. “I think he is single, yes. But I know little about his private life.” And it’s the truth. Even though I have an intimate knowledge of how his bare cock feels inside of me, I know pretty much nothing about his actual life. “You like him?”
“I mean, have you looked at him?”
“Huh-huh.” My laughter is strained and awkward. Boy, have I looked at him.
Luckily, we start the photoshoot, which means talking time is done. She makes me pose in my gorgeous new office, holding my books. I don’t know what it is about her generation, but they know how to take a damn good picture.
“These will be great,” she says, scrolling through them. “I will edit them and send you my favorites. You can pick the ones you like most.”
“Sounds great.”
“Do you mind if I…?” She points to the backyard, and I shrug.
Before I know what’s going on, she’s already out talking to Logan. I can’t hear what they’re talking about, but by the way she hands him a small card, I’m pretty sure she gave him her number. He greets her with a smile.
“We should do this more often,” she whispers, taking her stuff, and I walk her out.
Walking back, I notice him slipping the card into a trash bag. I take a deep breath, and step outside. “Why did you do that?”
“What?”
“Throw away her number.” I cross my arms in front of my chest. The feelings building inside of me are ridiculous. I’m mad at him for throwing the number. I’m mad at her for giving him the number. And I’m mad at myself for what I’m about to do.
“I don’t plan on contacting her.” He shrugs.
“Why not? She’s young. She’s beautiful. She’s appropriate.”
“I have my sights set on someone else.”
“Please,” I scoff. “We’re hardly exclusive.”
“Do you want me to call her, Sadie?” His forearm flexes around the drill he’s holding. “Do you want me to take that young, beautiful, appropriate girl on a date? Would that make you feel better?”
His words burn me like poison. “I don’t think so.”
“Good. Because I won’t do it.” He stares at me for a long moment, releasing the drill from his hold. “You’re a hard-headed little thing, aren’t you?”
David used to tell me I’m hard-headed all the time, but he made it seem like an insult. Logan makes it seem like a challenge .
He closes the distance, now standing only a foot from me. His finger traces my cheek, and I shiver under his touch. “Should I show you, again, who I have my sights set on?”
Any principle or goal I had—to match him with a girl in her prime—evaporates into thin air, replaced by his closeness.
His scent attacks my senses, and I find myself saying, “Yes.”
His lips press to mine, rough and possessive. Like they want to erase every other thought from my brain. And they’re doing an amazing job.
“Why would I be looking at your little assistant,” he whispers into my mouth, “when it’s you I can’t stop thinking about.”
He nips my bottom lip with his teeth, and I let out a whimper, his words radiating through me.
Pulling my head backward, he opens my neck to him, placing a long lick from my collarbone to my jaw.
His hand in my hair turns rough as he takes a deep inhale.
“When it’s your scent I can’t get out of my fucking nose? ”
My mouth falls open on a gasp, but he continues with his exploration, setting me down on the finished part of the deck and pulling my hips right to the edge of the stairs. My chest heaves as he unbuttons my shorts and pulls them down my legs, along with my panties.
His eyes are midnight black as he stares at me from between my legs, so close I feel his breath on the sensitive flesh of my pussy.
“When it’s your pretty little cunt I keep tasting on my tongue,” is the last thing he says before that same tongue connects to my clit.
“Oh, fuck,” I pant out, the sensation almost too much to bear.
His arms wrap around my thighs, holding me in place, like I would be dumb enough to escape this. He groans as he slips his tongue inside of me, before flattening it and dragging it over my clit. The textured surface is like heaven on my throbbing pussy.
“Take your shirt off,” he says, not an inch away from where I need him most. “I want to see you play with your tits while I’m eating you. ”
I scramble to do as he says, too turned on to overthink being naked in the harsh sunlight.
Once I’m fully naked, he gets back to business while I lift my hands to my breasts.
The mere touch of my fingers makes me shiver.
I’m desperate to come. I don’t care that my stretch marks are on display.
I don’t care that he can probably count the number of stitches I got from my episiotomy.
He’s devouring me like he will never get enough.
And it’s intoxicating. It’s a drug coursing my bloodstream, making my brain fuzzy and my body vibrate. It only takes a bite. A simple bite to my clit to make me groan out my orgasm, loud and untethered. My insides quake as spots of light dance in my vision.
What superpower does he have to make me come like this every single time?
As if reading my thoughts, he flashes me a devilish smirk before placing a soft kiss on my pussy.
“Hopefully, that settles it,” he says.
“Yeah…” I respond, though my mind’s too blurred to know what he’s talking about.
Not ready for this to end, I pull him up to me, smashing my mouth on his. My hands quickly find their way to his jeans, but he stops me. “No. Not today. This was for you.”
“Wha…” I say.
“I needed to remove those crazy thoughts from your brain. Not take advantage of your vulnerability.”
“What vulnerability?” My voice is soft and whiny like a child’s.
“Next time, Sadie. Next time, I’ll fuck you however you want. But I don’t want you setting me up with anyone. Is that clear?” His gaze leaves no room to argue, so I agree.
“Ok.”
“At least I got to see you enjoy the deck, even though it’s not fully finished.” He winks.
A giggle escapes me, my brain still fried.
I guess I was right, after all. This deck was life changing.