Chapter 27 – Logan
Twenty-Seven
LOGAN
“Hey,” is all Nalia gets out before I wrap my hand around her throat, curl my arm around her waist, and pull her flush against me while capturing her mouth with mine.
With the kids at school during the day, I’ve been coming over around the time she has lunch and taking full advantage of having her all to myself.
Like always, she doesn’t hesitate to open for me, and my tongue slides against hers.
Groaning, I back her into the house and kick the door closed.
She tastes like the candy she’s always eating, and I’ve become addicted to it. Fuck that, I’m just addicted to her.
“Oh,” she whispers when I arch her over my arm and skim my teeth down her throat moving us down the hallway to her bedroom,.
“I missed you.” I nip at her jaw then hiss when she gets my jeans unbuttoned and wraps her fist around me.
“Me too.” She pumps me once before she’s forced to let me go as I shove her back onto the bed.
Looking down at her, I reach over my head and pull off my tee, then lean forward and smile.
The short dress with a low bodice and thin straps she's wearing is cute and leaves little to no work for me to get to her.
I take advantage as I drop forward and kiss her, then drag my mouth down her throat to the front of her dress and cup her breast.
“Logan.” She lifts her legs to the back of my thighs and pulls me forward while her fingers slide through my hair.
Dragging down the thin straps at her shoulders, I free her breasts, her dark nipples tightening in the cool air.
I pull one into my mouth before doing the same to the other as she arches into me.
Leaving her breast, I lift the skirt of her dress, exposing the lace of her underwear and her flat stomach, then kiss my way down, dipping my tongue into her navel while my fingers slide the wet lace covering her aside.
“Fuck, I love how wet you get for me.” My fingers slide across her clit, and she spreads her legs further while lifting her hips to get closer to my mouth.
“So greedy.” I grin before burying my face between her legs, giving her what she wants.
Using my fingers and tongue, I explore the outer lips of her pussy, then wrap my lips around her clit and pull it into my mouth at the same time pressing two fingers deep inside of her.
My cock aches as I pull the first orgasm from her, and I’m so fucking hard by the time I get the second that I’m worried I’ll come in my jeans just from eating her out.
On the edge of losing my fucking mind, I wipe my mouth on her thigh and get to my feet.
The sight of her spread out across the bed with her hair a mess, her top pulled down, making her full breasts visible over the white material, and her dress up around her waist is a fantasy I didn’t even know I had.
Gritting my teeth, I grab my cock and squeeze.
“Are you going to fuck me or stare at me?”
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you.” I flip her to her belly, listening to her gasp.
“Logan.”
“Hush.” I lift the back of her dress, then tear her underwear down her thighs, and they catch on her knees as I step forward and free myself fully from my jeans.
I don’t even attempt to take it slow. I enter her in one quick thrust, and her head flies back, sending her hair cascading down her back.
Grabbing hold of her ass, I start to fuck her hard, the sound of our skin slapping together, my heavy breathing, and hers the only thing I can hear.
“Logan,” she cries when I grab her shoulder and yank her up to her knees, going deeper, harder.
“You need to come, baby,” I growl when her pussy clenches around my cock, causing my balls to draw tight. She does it again, her pussy pulsing, making my knees weak. “Seriously, baby.” I slide my hand between her legs and find her clit with my middle finger.
“Oh god, Logan.” She reaches back for me as her body begins to shake and she comes.
“Thank fuck,” I bite out, grinding my hips into hers before losing myself deep inside of her.
Breathing heavy, she falls back against me, going limp and I reach down, grabbing her dress, and lifting it up over her head.
I toss it to the floor, then help her get under her blanket before I kick off my jeans and join her.
Rolling into her as she lays her head on my chest, I close my eyes and bury my face in her hair. Even though I’ve seen her every day for weeks and only had her in my arms one night, I miss her sleeping next to me like it’s a limb I lost.
“I want to talk to you about something,” I say after a few minutes.
“What's that?” she asks, sounding a little sleepy.
“How do you feel about you and Zuri staying over Saturday?” I ask, and can tell by the way her body stiffens, she's caught off-guard by the question.
“I don’t know,” she mumbles. “Don’t you think it’s a little too soon for that?”
“Do you?”
“I’m not sure, I guess I haven’t really thought about it.” She leans back so she can look at me. “How do you think Billie and Cooper would feel about us staying the night?”
“You two are over every day after school and stay until after dinner. I’m not sure they’d really think much about it.”
“But all of us having dinner together is a lot different than Zuri and me sleeping over.”
“How about you talk to Zuri? I’ll talk to Billie and Coop and see how they feel.”
“Okay,” she agrees, worrying the inside of her cheek.
“It’s going to happen eventually, baby,” I slide a chunk of her hair behind her ear. “And as much as I’ve loved our daytime hookups recently and having you at my place in the evenings, I want you in my bed.”
“It’s not that I don’t want that too, it’s just we both have kids, and I don’t want any of them uncomfortable.
” She pulls her eyes from mine and shakes her head.
“And what if we get our lives all tangled up together and this ends?” She pauses, taking a breath, while my gut clenches.
“That’s just going to make it harder for everyone. ”
“I want my life tangled up with yours.” I take hold of her jaw. “And I don’t know about you, but I don’t see this ending.”
“Yeah, but you don’t know what might happen. You could decide that you hate that I can’t really cook and that my hair is always clogging the drain and that I’m okay with leaving dishes in the sink for more than a few minutes, which is something I know drives you crazy.”
“I don’t mind cooking, Drain-O is available at the grocery store, and I don’t give a fuck about dishes in the sink.
” She raises a brow. “Okay, let me clarify that. I do think it’s important for the kids to clean up after themselves, and it doesn’t take much for them to rinse their dishes and put them in the dishwasher. ”
“Immediately,” she says with a small smirk.
“Yes, immediately.” I lean in and touch my mouth to hers, but keep hold of her jaw as I continue.
“We could talk about what ifs all day long. The thing is, I can’t predict the future, and neither can you.
The only thing I do know is that I have never been happier in my life, and I’m willing to navigate things even if they are complicated to get us to a place where our kids are comfortable being around each other all the time. ”
“I guess it’s something we can talk to them about. But…” She cuts me off before I can get my mouth fully open. “If any of them say that they are not okay with it, or that they are uncomfortable, we don’t attempt to talk them around or pressure them into agreeing to anything.”
“I can agree with that.”
“Really?” She gives me a look that says she doesn’t believe me.
“Scouts honor.” I hold up two fingers.
“You were not a Boy Scout,” she laughs.
“I was all through elementary and middle school.”
“Okay Boy Scout.” She pats my chest “You made me a sticky mess and I need to shower then feed you and get back to work.”
“I can definitely help you out with the shower.” I get to my feet and toss the blanket back over her before walking into the bathroom to turn on the shower.
As I’m turning around to go back and get her, she walks in behind me naked, and my cock starts to come back to life.
Not even when I was a teen did I have the urge to fuck like I do when it comes to her.
All she has to do is walk by me, and I’m ready to drag her into a dark room and have my way with her.
Smiling because she knows exactly what she does to me, she laughs as I drag her into the shower.
Sitting in her kitchen thirty minutes later, I dip the grilled cheese and ham sandwich she made me for lunch into the tomato soup she also made as my cell on the counter between us beeps with a text. Seeing it’s a message from Kristy, I open it up.
Kristy
I just wanted to remind you that I’m getting Coop early from school for his dentist appointment.
I message her back that I remember then remind her that he has baseball practice today so she’ll need to drop him at the field.
“How’s she doing?” Nalia asks, obviously seeing that I was just messaging with Kristy.
Like Billie, she’s been worried about her, but the truth is, I have no idea how she is doing.
I’m not sure if Kristy already had her own suspicions about Aaron, but when I spoke with her Sunday night after the kids went to bed about the situation with Aaron being on a dating app, she didn’t exactly seem surprised.
I felt like I had just given her the news that it was going to rain the next day and that she’d need an umbrella.
She was calm about the whole thing, only telling me that she’d talk to Aaron.
Her reaction was strange, but I learned a long time ago that Kristy processes shit in her own way.
And even if she was upset, I didn’t expect her to open up to me about how she was really feeling.
We might be friends, but we are not the kind of friends who’d share our feelings with each other.
“She seems to be doing alright; I haven’t spoken to her about the situation since we spoke, but Billie mentioned that she thought Aaron was going to be moving out,” I tell her.
“Good, and he better hope I don’t run into him. I might just kick him in the shin for putting Krist and the kids through that.”
“I know, baby, and he should be terrified of your wrath.”
“Whatever.” She gets up taking her dishes to the sink then she reaches across for mine and adds them to the others then puts some water on them. When she’s done, she looks at me and raises a brow like she’s waiting for me to say something about her not putting them in the dishwasher.
“I didn’t say anything.” I hold up my hands and slide off my stool.
“Good, don’t, because I’ll do them later.”
“Come here.” I hold out my arms, and she walks to me and falls against my chest, wrapping her arms around me. “Coop and I should be done with practice around six. I’ll call and see what you and Zuri want us to pick up for you for dinner on our way home.” I hug her to me.
“You don’t have to get us dinner. Zuri has her first appointment with her therapist, so we can just get something and see you tomorrow.”
“That’s not happening.” I kiss the top of her head, then lean back to touch my mouth to hers. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”
“Okay,” she agrees softly, leaning up to kiss me again before walking me to the door.
As I step off the front porch, I turn to take her in, arms wrapped around her middle, the dress she had on earlier replaced with a t-shirt and shorts, and her hair up in a messy bun because it got wet in the shower despite her best efforts to keep it dry.
“Be good.”
“Maybe, or maybe I’ll be really bad and leave the dishes in the sink until tomorrow.” She smiles.
“You’re a pain in the ass,” I laugh. The words I love you are on the tip of my tongue as I walk away, shaking my head.
Cooper
“Seriously, Zur!” I shout when Zuri gets the side of our dog that she's controlling sucked down a pipe, sending us into another dimension.
“That wasn’t my fault,” she mutters, and I roll my eyes. It was totally her fault. She sucks at this game, but it’s still fun playing with her, so when she asks, I never say no.
“Where did you go after school?” I ask as I place our dog in a spot to save our progress in the game.
“I had to go talk to a therapist.”
“Why?” Billie asks from the bean bag chair where she’s been reading.
Zuri looks over at her.
“I think Nalia is worried about me.”
“Moms are like that,” Billie mutters, and Zuri gets really quiet. She does that sometimes when she’s thinking. It reminds me of Billie.
“Can I tell you guys something?”
“Sure.” I shrug.
“Nalia isn’t my mom.” She looks away like she’s embarrassed, which I don’t get.
“I know,” I tell her.
“You do?”
“Yeah, but she’s basically your mom, right?”
“Yeah.” She places her controller on the couch between us. “But my real mom is in jail.”
“Why?” Billie asks.
“She was selling drugs.”
“I...”
“It’s okay, you don’t have to say you’re sorry,” she cuts Billie off and my shoulders fall forward.
“Do you miss her?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” She rubs her lips together. “I know I’m supposed to say yes, but I don’t. Not really, anyway. I like being with Nalia.”
“She’s cool,” Billie says, and I agree. She is cool. She's also nice, and I like when she ruffles my hair like my mom does.
“She’s the best,” Zuri agrees.
“Do you think she and Dad will get married?” I ask Billie.
“I don’t know, maybe. He did ask us how we’d feel if Nalia and Zuri stayed the night here.”
“Nalia asked me the same thing,” Zuri mumbles.
“What did you say?” Billie asks her.
“That it would be cool.” She shrugs.
“Well, just so you know, if you guys move in and we share a bathroom, I’m not cleaning up after you.”
“Good, I’m not cleaning up after you either,” Zuri tells her, and I laugh.
“Guys, dinner’s ready!” Dad shouts from downstairs.
“Coming.” I jump up and Zuri tries to beat me out of the room, but she’s slower than me. “Loser.”
“Shut up.” She rams her shoulder into mine.
“You two are idiots,” Billie mutters, shoving us both behind her before walking down the stairs, and Zuri and I look at each other and laugh.