Chapter 42
Chapter Forty-Two
SADIE
As far as dates go, this one is pretty amazing. I’m enjoying a hot-as-hell romance book with my stomach full and my head tipsy with tequila.
Logan’s reading a book of his own, though he doesn’t really seem into it. Multiple times, he’s asked me what page I am on, sneaking brief glances at me in the meantime.
His jaw tightened when I answered I’m on page 40 as he dipped his head and went back to reading his book.
But now, he drops his book to the side, standing up and heading toward me. The heat of my book has picked up, and it’s probably why I’m already winded as he approaches me, my mind deep in smut.
But as he drops to his knees in front of me, slowly lifting my skirt, the book leaves my head.
“Keep reading,” he says, in a gravelly voice, and I snap my gaze back.
His strong fingers grab the edge of my panties, pulling them down my legs. With them out of the way, he spreads my knees wide, opening me up to him. I let out a moan, and he levels me with a glare.
“Back to reading. ”
I have no idea where I left off, so I start from the top of the page, trying to do as he says, knowing I’ll be rewarded for it. But as he blows cool air on my slit, my head drops back, my eyes rolling.
I hiss as a stab of pain shoots through my core, and I realize he slapped me. He slapped my pussy.
“Haven’t I made myself clear?” he asks, and I feel liquid pooling inside of me.
I nod, and he hums in response. The letters and words are completely jumbled as I train my eyes back on the book and do my best to pretend to read.
I guess he decides my efforts are worthy because he lands a long lick over my pussy, finishing it with a soft circle around my clit.
A groan tears from him while I let out a whimper.
The sensation of his lips and tongue on my soaked pussy, while I’m forced to read a book, travels my body, up to my fingertips and the peaks of my aching breasts.
The next lick is rougher, surer, as he flattens his tongue and lets me feel every ridge.
Keeping my eyes open is a feat but making them follow words on the page is downright impossible. I guess he notices my distant gaze because he delivers another slap to my pussy.
“Ooooh,” I moan, cross-eyed. It hurts so fucking good.
I have half a mind to close my eyes on purpose, so that he’d keep slapping me, but the other half needs to come.
Needs to come like I need my next breath.
More, probably.
The heat of his tongue, the pressure on my clit. It’s all too much. Pleasure swirls inside of me, building a hurricane that will wreck me.
And when it finally does, it ruins me. My head falls back and my back arches, as delicious waves overtake me. He licks me through it, not giving me a second of reprieve and making it last forever. When I finally settle, he places a soft kiss on my soaked flesh before pulling my skirt back down.
I reach for him to give me more, but he stops my hand.
“Ah, ah, ah! We’re reading.” He winks and sits back down in his chair. I let out a frustrated growl, making him chuckle.
But he sticks to it and doesn’t give me a taste of that mouthwatering cock until we come back to the house, ages later.
We spend Sunday lounging around, all the way until David lets me know he’s driving the kids home.
“I should get going,” Logan says, grabbing his discarded clothes.
“How about you stay?” His eyes widen, so I quickly add, “Not the night. Just for dinner. We can tell Ash and Liv.”
Nerves get to me, and my lip gets attacked by my teeth. My fear is obviously unfounded because pure joy overtakes his face, showcasing his boyish features.
“Really?” he asks with puppy dog eyes.
I nod in response, and he crushes me in a hug. “We need to get dressed, though,” I squeal from underneath him, and he laughs.
Forty-five minutes later, Ash barrels into the house, while Liv follows slowly behind him. But as she notices Logan standing in the hallway, her face lights up.
“Logan’s here,” Asher shrieks and my lips turn up.
David stands in the doorway, eyeing the new guy . Though, truth be told, in this house, David is the new guy. Logan is the one who belongs.
Logan’s eyes snap up to his, and I hold my breath, waiting for their next move. They both dip their heads, a silent agreement passing between them, and David hugs the kids goodbye before leaving.
The knot in my stomach unravels. One less thing to worry about. Two if you count Liv and Ash now knowing.
“What are you doing here? Is there more work to be done?” Liv asks, now that she recovered from the shock .
“No, I…” He looks up at me, and I’m grateful that he gave me a chance to explain on my own terms.
“Logan will hang out with us some more. He had so much fun working here, he realized he’d miss us too much.”
Asher shrugs like what I said makes perfect sense while Liv narrows her eyes at me. Luckily, she mentions nothing.
I’ll tell them we’re dating. But give me a sec to get used to it.
Logan christens the barbeque by grilling us dinner, which we eat on our perfect deck, enjoying the conversation.
The damn deck that felt like the last hope for my happy future.
I was delusional to think that something like that could save my life.
But in a way, it ended up transforming it completely.
Without it, I wouldn’t find Logan. And as he sits across from me, joking with my children and shoots me a sideways wink, I can’t imagine not meeting him.