Chapter 34
Chapter Thirty-Four
Logan
H e’d waited far too long to get her exactly where she was now. Months of missing her and he was hard pressed to go as slowly as he wanted to.
He swore and rubbed a hand over his face.
“I just want you to ride my dick. I need you.”
Logan flicked the button on his jeans, standing to undo the zip and tug them down his legs.
“Boots,” Harper said, laughing as he almost fell over in his efforts to get them off his feet.
“Fuck it. I don’t care!”
He yanked his sweater and shirt off, tossing them over his shoulder and then, with Harper giggling, joined her on the day bed.
He scooted forward on his knees, tugging her to him by the hips. She wriggled toward him until her hot, lace-covered pussy was right where he wanted her. He groaned, pulling her hips up and onto his thighs.
He could see her nipples through the lace of her bra, the dark fabric contrasting against her pale skin. Logan thought he couldn’t get any harder but was pleasantly surprised to find out he could.
“Come here, princess,” he said, helping her sit up on his lap.
“Are you sure I’m not too?—”
“Don’t even say it.” He scowled and her lips twitched.
“Condom?” She asked, her hand sliding down his stomach and into the front of his boxer briefs.
He was hard pressed to speak when she was touching him like that, her hand circling his dick and gripping him just the way he liked.
“Shit. Back pocket.”
With some creative shuffling, she managed to find the correct pocket, free his dick from his underwear and torture him by slowly rolling the condom down his length. All the while purring in his ear about how much she missed touching him, tasting him, having his dick inside her.
It was enough to drive him mad.
When she was finally satisfied with her efforts, he lifted her slightly, so her hips were off his thighs.
“Panties, princess.”
Harper tugged them off, bringing her knees to her chest as she did, baring herself to him completely. Her amber eyes met his, no longer laughing but serious.
“I love you, Logan.”
His chest tightened and he buried his face in the crook of her neck. He cupped her mound with one hand, taking the time to make sure she was as ready for him as he was for her.
He growled in satisfaction as his fingers found her plump, wet heat, easing inside her slowly.
Harper moaned and wriggled. “More, Logan. I need more.”
Logan added another finger and then another, scissoring them to make sure she was ready for him after months of being apart. He’d hate himself if he caused her any discomfort.
Harper’s head was thrown back, her skin flushed despite the chill air. She lifted her hands to her breasts and pinched her nipples through the black lace of her bra.
Logan almost came on the spot.
He pulled his hand free and covered her body with his, his lips seeking hers as he eased himself into her pussy with slow, shallow thrusts.
Exquisite inch by inch he filled her until, with a roll of her hips that had Logan’s eyes crossing, he was buried to the hilt.
They were as close as two people could possibly be. Logan reached around Harper’s back with one arm and flicked the clasp on her bra, freeing her breasts.
“I fucking love these.” He brushed his thumbs over her hard nipples.
Harper threw her head back and moaned, moving her hips and squeezing him as he bent his head to capture first one, then the other of her nipples between his teeth.
“Princess, I’m not going to last long.”
She gasped as he pulled back slowly and then thrust into her.
“It’s ok, neither am I.”
The leaves rustled with the breeze, and the water lapped gently against the rocks. It all faded into the background for Logan as his world narrowed to Harper. Every gasp and moan a revelation. He adored the pink that spread over her cheeks, the way her breasts bounced with every thrust.
She was a moaning mess and he’d never been so turned on in his life. Logan shifted her back against the cushions and, sliding his hand underneath her backside, thrust home.
“Fuck,” she gasped, eyes flying open to meet his.
He grinned, but didn’t stop, one hand holding his weight off her as sweat trickled over his back. Her hands gripped his ass and pulled him closer, urging him on faster.
Harper lifted her hips to meet him, her head thrown back and her back arched. He groaned, pulling her close and burying his face in the crook of her neck.
“You are so goddamned beautiful, princess.”
She cried out, clamping down on him as she came and took him over the edge with her. This was heaven. Nothing could beat being wrapped up in Harper Holden. She was everything.
Logan didn’t want to move, enjoying the feeling of Harper’s fingers trailing over his back. But eventually the cold air began to chill his sweaty skin, and he reluctantly withdrew.
He went to stand and almost fell flat on his face, forgetting about his jeans and boots that held his legs together.
Harper started laughing, Logan glaring at her in mock anger.
“You think this is funny?”
She smirked. “It’s hilarious.”
But she rose to her feet, Logan transfixed as she dropped to her knees in front of him to help him untangle himself.
Between the two of them they managed to get cleaned up, and dispose of the condom. Then Logan wrapped a blanket around Harper and one around himself before gathering her on his lap.
“Mmmm,” she buried her head against his chest, and he breathed in the scent of her, his eyes closing as a content feeling spread through his body.
Like warm summer sun after a cold winter.
“Is this real?” She asked.
“I hope so,” he replied. “How did the recording go?”
He listened as she animatedly caught him up on all that had happened since she’d been gone.
“I’m really happy with the album.”
Logan nodded. “I’m sure it’s going to be great.”
Harper laughed. “I don’t know about that, but I’m happy with it and so is Isla. And that’s what counts.”
There was a confidence she hadn’t had before, and Logan was glad she’d found that. As much as it had hurt being apart—and not knowing if he’d ever see her again—how could he ever wish to have done things differently? He’d wanted this for her, and he would go through a thousand times the hurt for her to be this happy.
Harper sighed contentedly. “Did I tell you I have an agent now?” She laughed. “Who would have thought?”
Logan smiled indulgently. “Who wouldn’t want to take you on? You’re amazing.”
She smiled at him. “Well, my agent wants me to keep working with Isla.”
“Do you want to?”
She shook her head. “It’s not that we don’t work well together—we do—it’s just that she wants to record her own songs, and I don’t want to tour.”
“Oh.”
Harper laughed. “I’m glad we recorded the album, but I’ve realized I enjoy being behind the scenes far more than in the spotlight. I’m going to start my own label, specifically for women singers.”
As Harper explained her plan, Logan listened, enjoying seeing her so excited about her ideas. She would be a success, he just knew it.
“So I’m probably going to still be traveling a bit, but I hope not as much,” she said with a wistful sigh.
The conversation he’d had with Mason ran through his head. He wouldn’t be a coward. He refused to not tell her how he felt. The complete story. Telling her he loved her was one thing, but making promises that were to last a lifetime was another thing entirely.
“Harper, I’d like you to stay,” he said, then continued in a rush. “I missed you, and I know it’s quick. People don’t usually move in together after only knowing each other a short time like we did, but it feels right to me, and I hope it does to you, too.”
She laughed. “I don’t think it’s too soon. I spent my whole life—until we met—never feeling this way about anyone.” She lifted her head and smiled. “What am I going to do? Push that aside in case it changes? We tried that and look what happened.”
Logan grimaced. Staying apart had not been a great move. For either of them.
“So you want to stay?”
She smiled and bit her lip, looking up at him from under her lashes.
“Uh, well, all my stuff is on the back of a truck that’s arriving next week.”
Logan blinked. “Really?”
Her cheeks flushed pink. “Yup.”
He chuckled. “Well, I suppose I’d better tell you about the recording studio.”
Harper’s mouth fell open. “The what?”
Logan grinned, pleased by her reaction. That day when he’d read the note Mason had passed him everything had become crystal clear.
If you want her to stay, give her everything she’s dreamed of.
Logan already had the idea halfway formed. The remnants of a late night conversation while curled up in bed, her head resting on his shoulder. She’d mused about her own studio.
And then she’d laughed the idea off as being too out of reach. But as she’d been talking the idea sparked. The note had set it aflame.
What was the use of owning a construction company if he couldn’t help her dreams come to life? He’d worked night and day to turn her dreams into reality, pulling in favors and hoping his gamble would pay off.
“What would you think if I told you I’d started building you your own recording studio?”
Her eyes were as wide as dinner plates. “Are you serious?”
“Yep. I only started it a few weeks ago, so it’s not finished yet. I wanted to talk to you about the sound-proofing and one of those glass booths?—”
She squealed and then kissed him soundly, before pulling away to wiggle her legs excitedly. He laughed, pleased at her reaction.
He’d wanted to show her that he was all in. That he meant what he said when he wanted her to stay. It wasn’t lost on Logan that it was Harper who had upended her whole life, moving across the country to be here. He wanted to give her something, to show her that it was worth the gamble.
That he was worth the gamble.
Harper squealed again, with a huge grin plastered on her face, threw her arms around Logan and planted a kiss on his lips.
“Are you for real?” she asked, pulling back to meet his eyes.
He nodded.
“Oh my god! I can’t believe this is happening.”
“Believe it, princess. You’re everything to me. I’d give you the shirt off my back if you asked.”
“You’re not wearing a shirt.” She smirked, sliding her hand over his bare chest. Her blanket slipped from her shoulder, and she shivered.
“Cold?”
She nodded.
Logan stood, stuffing his feet into his boots and grabbing the bottle of champagne he’d stashed in the wine cooler.
She laughed. “Logan! What are you doing?”
Apart from the boots, he was completely naked.
“Taking you to bed.” He passed her the wine to hold and scooped her into his arms to carry her—wrapped in her cozy blanket cocoon—back to his house.
No, not his house. Their home.
She laughed as he carried her through the trees.
“Welcome home, princess.”