Chapter Twenty-Three
Logan
Two minutes into driving River home while Jess takes Myles, I regret ever complaining about having to drive alone. The second we pull out of the parking garage, my youngest starts campaigning for a little sister like she’s a new toy he wants.
He wanted to go back and see baby Penny, but we said no.
Simone and Darren are in that newborn bubble new parents are supposed to stay in when they get home.
It’s what everyone did for us when our boys were born.
They dropped off food and groceries and left them at the door, giving us time to bond and recover without having to entertain. Darren and Simone asked for the same.
River, however, has decided that if he can’t see his cousin, then he deserves a sister of his own. Which, don’t get me wrong, I love my kids. But that is never happening. Also because it physically can’t.
After River was born and Jess needed several stitches, she scheduled my vasectomy and told me I could either show up to the appointment or she’d handle it herself with a steak knife. I went. Technically, it can be reversed. Realistically, our family is complete.
River doesn’t seem to agree.
We make an impromptu ice cream stop on the way home, mostly to distract him from the sister demand. By the time we pull into the driveway, he’s sticky, sleepy, and still insisting he’ll “share his toys except the yellow truck.”
Jess and Myles are already home. The second River bursts through the door, he announces proudly that we’re getting a sister.
Thankfully Myles is already in bed, but Jess freezes mid-step and looks at me.
I mouth no, shaking my head.
She narrows her eyes like I’ve just lit a fuse and walked away.
We get River into pajamas, read half a book before he passes out mid-sentence, and quietly close his door.
The second we step into the hallway, Jess turns to me.
“West, if you think I’m pushing out another-”
I cut her off with a soft kiss.
Her lips freeze against mine for a split second, like her brain needs to catch up, and then they melt.
When I pull back, she looks slightly dazed. “What was that for?”
“I missed this,” I say, pecking her again because I can’t seem to stop myself. I went so long without being able to touch her that now I can’t stop.
“You missed me yelling at you?” she asks, brows lifting.
“More than you can imagine,” I reply.
She snorts, but her hand stays curled in my shirt.
“I, uh…” she says, a little breathless, “got us an appointment with Nina tomorrow.”
“What time?” I ask, sliding my arms around her waist and pressing a kiss just below her ear.
“Um…” Her fingers tangle in my hair as I trail my lips down the side of her neck. “She only had the last-”
She pauses, exhaling sharply when I linger at the sensitive spot between her shoulder and collarbone.
I make a low sound for her to continue.
“Four,” she finishes. “It’s at four.”
“Four,” I repeat against her skin.
Jess pulls my head up and meets my mouth with hers, and this time there’s no hesitation at all.
As we kiss, I guide her backward until her shoulders meet the hallway wall with a soft thud.
Her hands slide to my shoulders. Mine tighten slightly at her waist before moving to her ass.
Jess pushes her hips against me with a soft moan, and I lift her up, her legs coming to wrap around my waist. Our lips never separate as I carry her down the hallway to our bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us.
“Logan,” she breathes against my mouth as I lower her onto the mattress.
I follow her down, bracing myself over her, my forearm planted beside her head, my weight carefully held back but my body very aware of hers. “Jess.”
There’s nothing rushed about this. Not tonight. Yesterday was desperate, messy, half-starved. I’m honestly impressed I lasted as long as I did. Seventy-six days without touching my wife and I still managed to give her not one but two orgasms. I deserve a damn medal.
"I've missed you," she whispers as I slide the fabric of her shirt from her shoulders.
"I've thought about you every day," I confess, the words coming easier in the dim light of our bedroom.
"Which parts did you think about most?" she asks cheekily, her hands tangling in my hair as I kiss her belly button.
I pause, my head hovering above her navel, and consider her question carefully. This isn't about sex, not just about sex, anyway. Not like this morning when the only thing on my mind was to mark her the way she’s marked me.
"I missed everything," I say softly, making sure she understands. "Your laugh. The way you roll your eyes at me. How you start talking gibberish because you can’t stand the silence. Everything, Jess."
She smiles, something vulnerable flickering in her eyes before she gently pushes my head downward. Encouraged, I unzip her skirt and slide it down her legs.
"Bad girl," I murmur when her thong comes into view.
"Panties would’ve left a line," she says with a playful smirk.
I press a kiss to her inner thigh, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. "I’ve never been gladder for lines."
"Pervert," she breathes when I slide the tiny fabric down her legs, her back arching slightly as my mouth moves higher.
I settle between her thighs, gently easing them further apart. When my tongue makes first contact with her center, she gasps, hips lifting instinctively toward my mouth. The taste of her is intoxicating, familiar yet somehow new after our time apart.
"Logan," she moans, my name on her lips sending electricity down my spine.
I take my time exploring her, savoring each reaction as I trace slow circles around her most sensitive spots. Her fingers tangle in my hair, guiding me where she needs me most, but I resist, wanting to draw this out.
"Please," she whispers, her voice tight with need.
I glance up at her, meeting her eyes over the curve of her breasts. "Patience," I murmur against her inner thigh, enjoying the way she shivers at the vibration of my voice.
When I finally return my attention to her center, her back arches off the bed. I slip two fingers inside her, feeling her tighten around me as I curl them forward, searching for that spot that makes her…
"God, right there," she gasps, thighs trembling on either side of my head.
I establish a rhythm with my tongue, feeling her body tense with each precise movement. The taste of her arousal fills my senses, making my own need throb painfully against my jeans.
"Logan," Jess moans again, louder this time. Her hips rock against my face, seeking more pressure, more friction. I give it to her, flattening my tongue and increasing the pace of my fingers.
Her breathing grows ragged. I can feel her getting closer, her inner walls pulsing around my flesh. I glance up to watch her, head thrown back, lips parted, eyes squeezed shut in concentration. She's never been more beautiful.
"Look at me," I command softly.
Her eyes flutter open, dark and hazy with desire.
"Don't stop," she pleads, one hand still tangled in my hair, the other gripping the sheets beside her.
I don't stop. I increase the pressure, curling my fingers inside her as my tongue works relentlessly against her most sensitive spot. Her thighs begin to tremble on either side of my head, and I can feel her getting close.
"Oh god, Logan," she cries out, her voice breaking as her orgasm crashes through her. Her back arches off the bed, body shuddering against my mouth as I help her ride through the waves of pleasure. I don't let up, continuing to taste her as she pulses around my fingers.
When her tremors begin to subside, I slowly pull away, pressing a gentle kiss to her inner thigh. Her chest heaves with each breath, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat. She looks utterly spent and completely beautiful.
I move to stand beside the bed, and her eyes follow me, still glazed but watchful. My shirt comes off first, then I unbutton my jeans and push them down along with my boxers, freeing my aching cock. The cool air hits my heated skin, and I exhale sharply.
Jess watches me intently, her hands beginning to move over her own body. Her fingers trail across her stomach and up to her breasts, cupping them as she watches me. Her nipples harden under her own touch, and I feel my cock twitch at the sight.
"Come here," she whispers, her voice still shaky from her orgasm.
I don't wait. Putting a knee on the bed, my hands roughly push her thighs apart. Her eyes widen as I position myself between her legs, the tip of my cock pressing against her entrance.
"You ready?" I ask, my voice barely recognizable with need.
She nods, her lips parted, eyes locked with mine.
I thrust forward in one powerful motion, burying myself completely inside her. We both cry out at the sensation. She's so wet, so tight.
"Fuck," I groan, holding still for a moment to savor the feeling of being inside her again.
God, it’s like coming home.