Ellie
Apart of me, one I couldn’t ignore, was thrilled to be showing up to the bar on Logan’s arm and not just as a friend.
The other night, when we were getting ice cream, I’d panicked at the sight of my brother and Aspen. But tucked away in that shadowed alley, with Logan’s arms around me and his quiet reassurances in my ear, I’d managed to calm down.
Truthfully, I didn’t think any of them would actually have a problem. It was my own insecurity—my deeply ingrained fear of judgment, even from the people I loved most—that caused the spiral.
But tonight felt different. We’d test the waters. Steal subtle touches. Share stolen glances. Maybe even dance together, bodies close on the dance floor. For the first time in a long time, I was genuinely looking forward to a night out.
I was starting to feel like I belonged again. And tonight felt like a quiet kind of turning point.
Finishing the last piece of hair with my curling iron, I turned it off and ran my fingers through the curls to loosen them. I shook my head side to side, giving myself a final once-over in the mirror.
A flowy black blouse, a denim skirt, and a pair of suede boots was my outfit tonight.
I’d dressed up a little, just for him. Not because I had to.
Deep down, I knew Logan didn’t care about that kind of thing.
He looked at me the same whether I was in heels or sweatpants, dolled up or undone at the end of a long day.
Still, I couldn’t help but want to impress him.
I smiled to myself, biting my bottom lip just thinking about Logan.
God.
So much time wasted. So many nights spent tangled in something that never truly fit, all while the right one had been standing just out of reach. Logan had always been there—quiet and loyal. But like he’d said… I wasn’t looking for love then. My eyes had been shut, convinced Buck was end game.
I didn’t have time to linger on those regrets anymore. I didn’t want to.
I was focused on the present. On Logan. On everything we were building.
I stepped out of the bathroom and into the open living space of my apartment just as the front door opened.
Logan stepped inside, wild blond hair tamed beneath his worn cowboy hat, fitted jeans hugged his thighs in a way that made my thoughts scatter, and his tight black T-shirt clung to every carved line of his body.
My lower stomach flipped, a warm ache blooming deep in my core.
God help me.
Just looking at him sent my pulse racing.
He grinned, closing the door behind him. That signature smirk—equal parts cocky and tender—spread across his face as his eyes locked on mine.
“Hey there, Ace,” he said, voice low and rough in a way that curled heat through my spine. “How’s my girl?”
He crossed the room in three long strides and wrapped his arms around me, tugging me against his chest and pressing a kiss to the top of my head. It was becoming his signature move—soft, sure, grounding. It got me every damn time.
Being called his girl? That was my new favorite thing.
“She’s doing good now that you’re here,” I whispered, feeling my voice catch in my throat.
Logan hummed and leaned down, capturing my mouth with his. I held the kiss longer than usual, teasing his bottom lip with the lightest flick of my tongue. He groaned, low and desperate.
My hands slid to his sides, slipping beneath his shirt to feel the warm, firm skin under my palms. He tensed slightly at the contact, then relaxed, pressing closer.
The tension between us crackled; it was alive, undeniable.
“What if…” I whispered between kisses, breathless and already aching, “we were just a little late meeting everyone?”
Logan grinned against my mouth, his hands sliding up to cradle my face as he looked down at me. “I wouldn’t deny you much, Ellie,” he murmured, voice thick with heat. He kissed me again—deep, possessive—while guiding us backward toward the kitchen counter.
My back bumped against the edge with a quiet gasp. Logan’s hands found my waist, gripping tightly as he lifted me with ease. In a frenzied rush of touches and tangled kisses, I found myself perched on the cool surface, his body wedged between my thighs.
“Right here?” I asked with a breathless laugh. “On the counter?”
He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, a wicked smile curling his lips. “The kitchen’s where you eat, isn’t it?”
Before I could reply, he pulled off his cowboy hat and settled it gently on my head—his signature, rough-around-the-edges charm wrapped in something soft and intimate.
Then, he dropped to his knees between my legs.
The breath caught in my throat.
Logan glanced up at me from beneath hooded eyes, biting his lower lip like he was savoring the moment. The look on his face—hungry, reverent, possessive—sent a wave of heat rushing through me.
“What a beautiful sight,” he muttered, eyes locked on mine.
Arousal burned low in my belly as his calloused fingers skimmed along my knees, coaxing my legs open. Cool air brushed between my thighs, teasing through the thin lace panties I’d chosen tonight, just for him.
Dirty talk wasn’t something I was used to. But with Logan, it was becoming something I craved. His voice alone had the power to undo me, and he knew it.
Needing more, I reached down, threading my fingers through his hair and tugging gently, guiding him closer to where I needed him most. My back arched as I pushed my hips forward, silently begging.
Logan let out a low growl, then brushed the fabric aside, exposing me completely.
He was a giver and damn good at it too. I didn’t let myself wonder how he got so good. All I knew was that I was lucky. So incredibly lucky that this man’s attention was all on me.
His tongue flicked out, tasting me with deliberate slowness. The first stroke along my slit drew a moan from deep in my chest, my head falling back with a gasp.
God, it felt so good.
The way he moved was like he was memorizing every inch of me. His tongue circled my clit with featherlight flicks before dragging back down to my entrance, teasing, exploring.
“Yes,” I panted, hips shifting restlessly beneath his mouth.
Logan brought one hand to my hip, holding me still as his pace quickened. He hummed into me, shaking his head back and forth like a man starved, and the vibration sent shockwaves through me.
I was so close already. My legs trembled against his shoulders, and every nerve inside me sparked like fire.
I wasn’t going to last long. Not with Logan between my thighs like this.
“Don’t stop,” I whimpered, my voice barely above a breath as I lifted my head, locking eyes with him.
That was all it took.
The sight of him on his knees, mouth working me with expert rhythm and singular focus, tipped me over the edge. My body arched, my thighs tightening around his shoulders as my release crashed into me, wave after breathless wave.
“That’s it,” he murmured against my core. “Come on my face, Ellie. Let me taste every bit of you.”
Even after I shattered, he didn’t stop chasing after more, determined to pull another orgasm from me. But I wasn’t about to let him be the only one having all the fun.
With a breathless laugh, I pushed at his chest with the toe of my boot, nudging him back onto his heels. He rocked back, eyes smoldering, lips gleaming with me as he smirked up at where I still sat on the counter.
Then, with a slow, deliberate flick of his tongue across his lips, he whispered, “So. Fucking. Good.”
My body hummed from the inside out.
I slid off the counter, standing tall over him for just a moment, heart racing as heat thrummed low in my belly. Hooking a finger beneath his chin, I tugged him to his feet, the confidence in me rising like a flame. He followed my silent command without hesitation.
“My turn,” I said, voice low and hungry, rising on my toes to kiss him, deep and filthy, tasting myself on his mouth.
Logan groaned into the kiss, his hands coming up to cradle my face with a tenderness that contrasted the raw tension simmering between us.
“Now this…” he murmured as I began to sink slowly to my knees, “…this is what I imagined every damn time I got in the shower. You on your knees, mouth full of my cock.”
I smiled up at him, teasing. “How often did you picture me like this? At your mercy?”
His laugh was rough and low. “Too damn often.”
I worked quickly, knowing we had somewhere to be, but right now, nothing else mattered. Not the bar, not our friends, not the passing time. Just this.
My fingers found his belt, unfastening and unbuttoning until his jeans slid down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and I didn’t hesitate. I gave him one long, slow lick from base to tip.
“We can’t have you walking around like this, can we?” I said, playful, lips brushing his tip.
Logan’s breath hitched, his hand coming to rest on my cheek, thumb sweeping across my skin with reverence.
Taking my time, I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, swirling my tongue as I sucked. He groaned, his hand tightening slightly.
“Dammit,” he growled. “That feels so fucking good, Ace.”
“How do you want it?” I asked, glancing up through hooded eyes, hungry for his praise and desperate to please him.
“Slow, deep so I can watch every second of that pretty mouth wrapped around me,” he said, voice thick with lust. “But we don’t have all night. Which is a damn shame.”
I lifted his shaft, licking along the underside from base to tip, before taking him deep in one smooth motion. My throat protested as I pushed farther, eyes watering slightly, but I swallowed it down, determined to give him everything.
My hand joined in, twisting and stroking in sync with my mouth, adding pressure and rhythm.
“Fuck,” Logan hissed through gritted teeth. “That’s right. Just like that. You’re doing so good.”
His praise lit me up inside. The pulsing ache of desire pooled in my core as I closed my eyes, fully immersed, wrapped around him, wearing that damn hat and a sinful grin.
I was on my knees for Logan, and I’d never felt more powerful.
A few more strokes and Logan tensed, a guttural growl rumbling from his chest as his hand moved to my throat, squeezing gently yet possessively as he came.
Warmth spilled across my tongue, and without thinking, I swallowed. I’d never done that prior to Logan. But with him, it felt right. Intimate. Like a secret just between us.
When I looked up, Logan was staring down at me, eyes dark and blown wide, chest rising and falling in heavy breaths. Awe carved into every angle of his face.
“You are fucking magnificent in so many ways,” he said, voice thick with reverence.
I smiled softly, reaching for him, helping to tuck him back into his jeans with quiet tenderness.
“Was it better than the fantasy?” I teased, eyes dancing.
He chuckled, the sound low and full of affection. “Oh, a million times better. And you? Wearing my hat while doing it? That was the missing piece I didn’t know I needed.”
I giggled, and he helped me to my feet, steadying me with those strong, capable hands. As he buttoned his pants, I adjusted my skirt and smoothed down my shirt. Then I took his hat from my head and placed it back on his, tilting it just right with a smirk.
“Come here,” he said, crooking his finger.
So I did. I stepped into him, letting his arms wrap around my waist and draw me close.
“Yes?” I asked, looping my arms around his neck, still breathless and buzzing from everything we’d just shared.
“I’m just going to say this again,” he murmured, eyes locked on mine, voice a vow laced with confidence. “I am completely and utterly in love with you, Ellie Cassidy. You are every single one of my dreams come true.”
Desire to devotion, that was the shift he created in me. So fast. So effortless. It left me dizzy, in the best way. My chest swelled with emotion, words begging to spill out in return.
I wanted to say it. I felt it. God, I felt it.
The more I saw Logan in this light, the man who kissed like fire and spoke like he worshipped me, the more we tangled in these stolen moments, wrapped in laughter and love and the kind of intimacy I’d never known before…
The harder I fell for him.