Epilogue
Harper
Sunday mornings were the best time of the whole week in Harper’s opinion. And today was an exceptionally good one.
She’d woken to Logan bringing her coffee and her favorite pastry from Wilde Buns. That had been an hour ago and they still hadn’t left the bedroom.
It was snowing, the light flakes falling softly to drape the landscape in white. Not having spent much time in the snow, Harper was entranced, though she certainly appreciated the warmth of their bed this morning. Maine was certainly different to California, especially in mid-December.
She had been working with Logan to fit out the recording studio. There had been a few visits to out-of-state suppliers to test out equipment and place orders. Between Harper starting a business and Logan’s many construction projects, they were both busy.
So Sunday mornings were for being lazy. And this morning had been no exception.
At some point, a good morning kiss had turned into a lot more, and now Harper was standing naked at the foot of the bed, bent over at the waist and gripping the heavy wooden foot board.
The tee shirt and panties she’d slept in had long been stripped from her by Logan’s hands. Hands that had been busy touching and teasing her as they brushed over her thighs, her breasts—everywhere she wanted except for the one spot she desperately needed him to touch her.
She moaned, dropping her head between her arms as his hands slid down her back to grip her waist, his fingers gently biting into the soft flesh of her stomach.
“I could look at you like this all day,” Logan purred from behind her, one hand sliding up her naked back as the other held her steady. “So needy for me.”
Harper gasped as he trailed kisses over her shoulder, his groin—and his hard cock—pressed against her backside. She whined as he pulled away, not daring to look at what he was doing in case he stopped.
“Did you want something from me?”
She could hear the laughter in his voice, and she scowled.
“Please Logan, I need your cock,” she choked out, her words jumpy as one of his work-roughened hands slid around the front of her hip to skim his fingertips through the soft curls that covered exactly where she wanted his attention.
“You’ll just have to be patient.”
She huffed, he laughed, and then there was no way she could manage to speak as his hands spread her ass cheeks and his tongue delved into her wet pussy from behind.
“I’ll never get enough of you, Harper,” he said, his voice ragged as he paused in his worship of her pussy.
Her knees wobbled and she whimpered, but Logan held her fast. He took his time with long, leisurely licks that sent her closer and closer to that pinnacle she sought.
“Logan,” she gasped his name, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt herself on the edge of orgasm.
Just when she thought she was about to come—and her legs couldn’t hold her up any longer—he stood, his hand cupping her pussy possessively from behind.
She pushed her hips backwards, tilting her pelvis to stroke herself on his hand. “Now, now, princess. I want to come inside your pussy. I want you to come on my dick. I want your pussy to milk my cock.”
“Oh god,” she whimpered.
When he spoke like that, she was unable to focus on anything. Her world was his hands on her, his deep voice, and anticipation of what was to come. She just wanted—needed—him to fuck her.
They’d been tested a few weeks after she’d moved to Cape Wilde, both coming back clean, and Harper had gone on birth control so they could get rid of the condoms.
So when Logan notched himself at her entrance, it was bare flesh to bare flesh. She gasped as he slid his thick cock into her, welcoming the full feeling she always had when they had sex.
When he was fully inside her, Logan paused, his breathing ragged. Harper smiled, loving that she could bring him to the point of losing control. He’d never hurt her, she knew that, so she loved pushing him as far as she could.
She squeezed her pelvic floor, her smile widening as his hands gripped her hips tighter in response.
“Two can play at that game, princess,” he growled, and snaked one hand around to spank her lightly on the clit.
Her legs finally gave out as she gasped, a spike of pure pleasure shooting through her at the sting of his hand on her sensitive bud. But Logan wasn’t about to let her fall.
“No you don’t. You’re going to take me and love every second of it.”
His words were punctuated by hard strokes that had her flying. Pleasure crashed around her, his hand rolling small circles on her clit as his dick hit exactly the right spot with every thrust in and drag out.
Her eyes rolled backward and she tossed her head, arching her back, knowing that Logan loved the sight.
“Fuck!” He growled. “You’re taking my cock so well. Look at you. You’re so fucking hot. I’m never letting you go.”
Harper gasped, his words sending her over the edge to orgasm. She spasmed around his cock and he groaned as he came with her, sliding into her wet heat over and over as he found his own release.
She moaned, her fingers digging into the wood of the bed frame, echoes of pleasure drifting over her body.
“I love you, princess.” He pressed kisses to her sweaty back, still inside her. “I’ll be right back, stay here.”
She shivered as withdrew, taking gasping breaths. She heard the tap running in the bathroom and then he was back, cleaning her with a damp, warm flannel and then smacking her lightly on the bottom.
“Back to bed.”
Harper stood, stretching her stiff muscles before climbing back under the covers. She watched as Logan stalked to the bathroom, the muscles in his legs and butt bunching as he walked. The front view was just as enticing as he returned to bed.
“Get a good look?” He asked, waggling his eyebrows.
“No, you need to do it again,” she said with mock seriousness.
Logan was climbing out of bed to do just that when she heard the sound of tires on the gravel drive.
“Are you expecting anyone?” She asked.
“No.” Logan’s brows drew together as he snagged clothes and quickly dressed.
Harper did the same, lagging a little behind him. When she made it downstairs, she pulled on a pair of her boots, and headed out the front door after Logan.
He was standing in the snow, but unlike Harper, who was bundled up in a heavy jacket, he was just wearing a flannel shirt and jeans with his boots. Harper shook her head at him and then turned to greet their visitors.
A late model SUV was parked in front of their home, the dark window tint obscuring the occupants. The passenger door opened, and Isla jumped down to bound toward Harper.
Harper squealed in surprise. “What are you doing here?”
Isla threw her arms around Harper in a hug.
“I thought I’d come a little earlier for Christmas. Is that ok?”
Harper nodded. “Of course! We just weren’t expecting you for another week. Is everything ok?”
Isla huffed. “Sure, if you don’t count being babysat constantly.”
She shot a glare over her shoulder at King who was greeting Logan, the two men opening the back of the SUV to unload bags.
Harper wasn’t fooled. She lifted an eyebrow.
“If you hate having him around so much, why don’t you fire him?”
Isla mumbled something under her breath and stomped away to follow Logan and King into the house. The next few weeks were going to be fun, watching Isla and King do their usual dance around each other.
Logan walked out the front door and down the steps. “You ok, princess?”
She nodded, sliding her arms around his middle and hugging him tightly. “Yeah.”
Strong, warm arms wrapped around her, and she tucked her face into Logan’s neck. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath filled with the calming, familiar scent that was only his.
“You’re beautiful.” He kissed the top of her head.
Warmth filled her and she smiled. “So are you.”
Logan laughed.
She stood on her toes to press her lips against his. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Being you.”
He smiled and released her, swatting at her bottom, making her giggle. Footsteps sounded from inside the house. Heavy, booted footsteps followed by lighter ones.
“Those two are still being stubborn, hmm?” He asked.
Harper sighed. “You don’t know the half of it. They’ve been like this for years.”
Isla stomped out of the house to the car, dragging a large satchel with her.
“Isla, what are you doing?” King came after her, hands on his hips as he scowled at the furious-looking blonde.
She dumped the bag in the snow and turned to face him, hands on her hips. “I’ve had it. You’ve made enough excuses. I want you gone.”
She pushed the bag with the toe of her shoe.
King growled a warning. “We’ve talked about this.”
Harper had never seen Isla so furious. “No, we haven’t! You’ve talked. You’ve never listened to me.” Her chest heaved, her cheeks pink. “You’re fired!”
King stalked toward her. “You can’t fire me.” His voice was low, and Harper took a step backwards, pressing her back to Logan’s front.
“Why not?” Isla crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her booted foot on the ground. “I pay you. I’m your boss.”
King laughed. “Baby, you’ve never been the boss of me.”
Isla’s mouth dropped open, but before she could say anything King continued.
“And you can’t fire me because I quit.”
Isla blinked at him, mouth opening and closing like a fish. King stalked right up to Isla, tipped her chin backwards with one hand and kissed her.