Tessa
Chapter thirty-five
My parents offered to take Jake for the night after the Heart of Hartridge event, and since Logan spent the day helping out where he could despite being off-duty, we decided to treat tonight as a date.
We parted ways just long enough for both of us to go home and shower, which we could’ve done together if he had clothes here.
The thought has been on my mind since dinner at the firehouse when Jake said that since Logan’s always at our house, he should live with us.
If I’m being honest with myself and I ignore the hint of fear about what other people will say, the idea has been on my mind a lot lately.
Before my son so casually invited the man I love to live with us.
Most days now, he’s only at his place long enough to shower and change after work before coming over.
He knows where the lock box with the spare key is, and I’ve come home a few times now to find him in sweatpants and a T-shirt, passed out in my bed.
The first time he asked if he could, I remember thinking he was cute but crazy for wanting to nap in my bed.
When I told him as much, he said he didn’t want to miss out on any time with us and wanted to be there when Jake and I got home.
It’s for that reason, and so many more, that I love him.
He’s constantly doing little things to brighten my day and show me how much he cares.
Not just about me, but about Jake too. Like buying a booster seat for his truck so we don’t have to switch over the one from my vehicle when he drives.
I added him to the school’s emergency contact list, and he’s been picking Jake up from school when he’s off duty.
I think he loves it just as much as Jake does.
I think I’m going to tell him tonight. Every time I see him and every time we part ways, the words are right there on the tip of my tongue, begging to be spoken.
I think I’ve had it in my head that, for one reason or another, I shouldn’t be the first one to say it.
But I’m sick and tired of letting the things I’ve experienced dictate how I move forward with my life.
Since we’ll be alone tonight, the timing is perfect.
Liv and Tilly are bringing line dancing and the mechanical bull back to The Stampede for tonight.
The dress code is always casual, but I’ve styled my hair into loose waves and done my makeup a little heavier than my go-to natural look.
I’m wearing a light purple dress with a darker purple floral pattern and a flowy skirt that hits just above my knee.
While the dress would look amazing with heels, I’m keeping it more on the casual side by pairing it with my brown cowgirl boots.
Whether he wants to or not, I fully intend on dragging Logan to the dance floor with me. We didn’t get a chance to do one of the couple line dances the night we met, and tonight, I don’t plan on letting him leave my side.
My phone vibrates from where I tossed it on the bed earlier, and when I pick it up, I see a new text from him.
Lo: I’m here, darlin’. Can’t wait to hug you.
I haven’t asked him to text me when he gets here since he picked me up for our first date, but he’s done it ever since. As if he knows I’ll need a few extra seconds to get ready.
Tugging my bottom lip between my teeth, I fight back a smile as my fingers tap on the side of my phone, contemplating my response.
Me: You know you could just come inside, right?
Lo: I would fucking love to come inside, baby.
Lo: But we haven’t talked about that yet.
The sound that escapes me is somewhere between a scoff and a laugh as I read his message.
But… he’s not wrong. That wasn’t what I meant, though if we’ve both been thinking the same thing, it’s a conversation that deserves to be had.
I would love nothing more than to be able to truly feel him inside of me.
Well, maybe that, and for him to move in.
“I don’t think we’re going to make it there if you keep looking at me like that.” Logan’s hand inches higher on my thigh, his grip tightening.
It doesn’t take long to get to The Stampede from my house, but apparently, ten minutes in the truck with me staring at him as though he’s a tree I’d like to climb is proving difficult for him.
Swiping my tongue over my bottom lip, I smile as a heat prickles my cheeks. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I tease.
He glances over at me and quirks a brow as his hand slips beneath the soft fabric of my dress, fingers inching toward my inner thigh.
“If you don’t stop, then we’re really not going to make it there,” I scold playfully.
His hands have been on me since I slid into the passenger seat of his truck.
Logan doesn’t hesitate to let his desire for me be known.
Lucky for him, the feeling is mutual. “Two can play this game, you know.” Reaching over, I run my hand over his thick, muscular denim-clad thigh, then slide my hand higher, my fingers dragging along his zipper.
I watch as his jaw clenches, his forest eyes dropping to watch my hand.
“Fuck, darlin’. Don’t tease me with that unless you intend on following through.
” The words roll out of him on a growl as he shifts in his seat, his hips lifting to chase my touch.
“Having that sweet little mouth of yours around my cock while I drive us through town would be a fantasy come true.”
It’s a fantasy of mine too. It’s something I’ve never done, but the electrical current running through my veins at the thought of possibly being caught makes me want to do it even more.
A vision of him white-knuckling the steering wheel as his other hand holds my hair back while I suck his cock until he explodes has my mouth watering.
It’s that vision that has me moving my seatbelt behind my shoulder and shifting onto one hip, giving myself room to lean over.
I’m not a small person, and though the cab of his truck is fairly spacious, I’m not confident I’ll have enough room to make this work.
Realizing I’ve been spurred into motion, he bites out a “fuck” under his breath and lifts the center console, tipping it back to form a middle seat.
I fight back a giggle when I realize I was fully prepared to awkwardly climb or lean over the damn thing if that’s what I needed to do to get my mouth on him.
Knowing we don’t have much time, I make quick work of popping the button on his black jeans and unzipping them.
I slip my hand through the slit in his briefs and pull his cock out, curling my fingers around him.
Using my thumb, I spread the glistening bead of pre-cum over his tip before leaning forward to take him into my mouth.
His thighs tense beneath me as he resists the urge to thrust between my lips.
Another burst of his arousal hits my tongue, and I moan.
It sounds more like a hum in this position, but his hand flies to the back of my head, fingers grasping my hair.
“Fuck, baby. We’re almost there. You either gotta stop or put that mouth to work and finish what you started. Otherwise, I’m turning this truck around, and we’re going home.”
Home.
Does he realize what he just said? Or were the words an accidental slip of the tongue?
Either way, they spur me into action. We’re not getting out of this truck until I’m swallowing his release. Tightening my hold on him, I begin to roll my wrist, stroking the length of him that my mouth can’t reach as I run my tongue over his broad crown.
“Get on your knees,” he growls. “Let me feel how wet that pussy is.”
I unfasten my seatbelt and slowly shift onto one knee on the seat, keeping the other foot on the floorboard for support.
The dress I’m wearing makes it easy for him to slide his hand between my legs and slip his fingers beneath the lace panties I wore with him in mind.
He runs his fingers through my center and drops his head back with a groan.
It’s only then that I realize the truck has stopped moving. Pulling off of him, I sit up and glance out the window.
“Had to pull over, baby. I can’t think straight with your mouth on my dick, and I’m not willing to risk your safety by being distracted while driving,” he rasps, his voice coated in gravel-laced arousal.
Why is that so hot?
I love the idea of making him come as we pull into The Stampede’s parking lot, but I love this even more.
The truck is pulled over on a side street lined with tall shade trees, stretching about a mile long with only a few homes toward the end.
It’s not a busy street by any means, but the risk of getting caught still hangs in the air.
Logan swipes his fingers through my slit before pressing them into my entrance, getting them wet before he moves to my clit.
A gasp escapes me as heat floods my body.
Leaning back over, I lick across the head of his cock and then seal my lips around him, sucking as I take him further.
Between the way my stomach swirls with the threat of being seen and the way his fingers play with my pussy as though he’s memorized every minor detail of how to drive me crazy, I’m already teetering on the edge of my orgasm.
“You gonna swallow for me, darlin’?” His grip on my hair tightens almost painfully as he holds it back from my face, giving him the perfect view.
Moaning around his length in response, I twist and roll my wrist, stroking over his length as his cock thickens against my tongue in warning.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants breathlessly.
“Swallow.” His cock begins to pulse as warm jets of cum flood my mouth.
The first burst of him on my tongue sends me over the edge, and my hips roll into his touch as I swallow around him, taking everything he has to offer as we ride out the waves of pleasure.