Chapter 31 - Gwendolyn
Gwendolyn
Need rushes through my body like a cannon being shot off at his words.
I can’t take not touching him anymore. Especially not after him devour me for a second time and then revealing himself to me in all of his glory.
And glorious he is. Before tonight, whenever Piper would tell me about her dates and how their penises were beautiful, I would audibly gag at the thought. Now, though? Now I want to call her up and apologize for the way I called her a liar.
Well, maybe not right now, as I battle Logan’s lips in a bruising kiss that stirs emotions I haven’t felt in my chest before. Because never before have I wholly craved another person.
I am craving Logan with my entire being as his hands roam over my body and I pull him closer and closer and closer. I feel him grip my hips with a punishing pressure that elicits a moan out of me. He takes that momentary release to plant open-mouth kisses over my jaw and on my neck.
His hands move lower, hooking behind my knees while he pulls them toward him.
I catch on to what he’s doing and allow myself to fall back onto the bed.
Logan meets me there quickly as he brackets his legs on either side of me.
But when I expect his lips to land on mine again, he surprises me by latching on to my breast. Nipping and sucking until he finds my nipple and pulls it into his mouth.
Arching my back, reaching for more of him, I cry out as sparks light within me, shooting down to my core. He switches to the other, his fingers tweaking the one he left behind, and I briefly wonder if I’ll come just from his mouth on my breasts.
“Oh my God,” I cry out as my pussy throbs.
My hips jerked as if to seek him out, needing him more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life. I feel his thick erection against my hip, and the contact has me writhing with desperation.
“Logan,” I pant, tugging on his strands of hair to bring him up to me. “I need you.”
“Fuck, baby,” he groans when I push up again, this time getting one of my legs out from under him.
When the soft skin of his dick slides over my pussy, I moan. I do it again, only this time he applies pressure as well, right onto my clit. A tingling sensation begins to overtake my body.
“I’m going to come.” My voice sounds rough with lust as I bury my head in to the crook of his neck, biting down on his shoulder when he thrusts against me again.
“Come for me, baby.” His hand slides between us, pinching and rolling my clit before entering me again.
I break apart against his hand. He muffles my moans with his mouth over mine as I reach the crest and start to come down.
“That’s two,” he whispers against my lips. Nipping at my bottom lip and tugging. A smile on his perfect face.
“And you haven’t come once,” I pout.
“This is all about you.”
My body, already flushed by the orgasms he’s pulling from me easily, tingles with the truth laced through his words as he looks down at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“But I want it to be about you.” I reach out and plant a peck on his smile. “Please tell me you brought a condom?” I whisper against his lips.
Logan chuckles, tangling his mouth with mine for a moment. “Are you sure?”
God, why is that so hot? Him always checking on me. Making sure I’m confident in the progress of things.
I’m nodding my head feverishly before he completes his question.
Pushing off of the bed, Logan locates his dufflebag and rummages through until he finds what he’s looking for. A blush stains his cheeks when he walks back over to me.
“I look awfully eager, don’t I?”
I giggle, sliding my legs against each other with excitement as I take him in fully. I notice a tattoo on his upper thigh that I vow to examine later.
“It’s cute.” I crook my finger at him, urging him to come back to me.
He makes quick work of the condom, sheathing himself and tossing the wrapper on the bedside table before crawling back over me.
“Hi,” he whispers. His hands go to either side of my head while his eyes track over my body.
I let him peruse as I give my own small “hi” in response.
We are slower and softer in our movements this time. Still so full of need that I wonder how I can form coherent thoughts. Though those thoughts are on one track, and chanting Logan over and over.
He brushes my hair back. His fingers coast through the long strands splayed across the bed. I do the same with his, taking a moment to silently marvel at how easy this feels. How right. And I can read clearly in his expression that he feels the same way.
Spreading my legs slightly, I welcome him in between them. His dick slides through the apex of my thighs until he reaches my entrance. I tilt my hips up as one of his hands captures them to guide us into the right spot.
Like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly, he slides into me. We both sigh wistfully as he seats himself fully inside. He places his forehead on mine before capturing my lips as he slowly slides out. Then back in. I match him thrust for thrust as we naturally find our rhythm together.
When his base grinds into my clit, already highly sensitive from the previous orgasms he gave me, I know he won the bet. A bet I knew I would lose the moment we made it. Because if anyone could find the key to unlock my pleasure, it was Logan.
His pace picks up and he grunts against my neck. I feel his teeth graze the skin, no doubt leaving a mark. But I don’t care. Not right now. Because at this moment, I want the whole world to know that Logan Spencer owns my heart and soul.
I’m not completely sure when it happened, but there is no denying it.
“I’m—-” he tries to speak.
“Yes,” I say for both of us.
It’s only a handful more seconds when those fireworks are back to shooting through my body, overtaking my sight with the bright colors I will always associate with Logan forever.
His throaty moan in my ear spurs my orgasm a little longer as we ride out our pleasure together.
I can’t tell if it’s my heart or his pounding so hard I can feel it on my skin. Probably both, as we immediately seek each other’s lips out for a soul-searing kiss.
And as we both come down from our highs, one word plays on repeat in my head, echoed from my heart. A word that has no business being in my vocabulary right now. But feels so perfectly right to be there.
***
“I can feel you staring at me.”
I don’t open my eyes as I chastise Logan. Instead, I burrow my face deeper into my pillow in an attempt to hide.
“Oh, no you don’t.” His arm snakes around my waist, pulling me toward him. He tucks my hair behind my ear gently, sliding his fingertip back toward my nose. Then my eyebrows, over my cheekbone and to my lips.
Sticking my tongue out, I swipe it along the digit, sending tingles across my face.
“Don’t tempt me, woman,” Logan mutters.
I peek out of one of my eyes to find him grinning down at me. “You can’t want another round already.”
“Want?” He squints his eyes. “I always want another round with you. But that’s probably not the wisest decision after all the rounds we had last night.”
I feel my cheeks heat and I attempt to hide my face in his chest, but Logan isn’t having that when he chuckles lightly and tilts my face back up to him.
“No way. You don’t get to play embarrassed now. Not after our night together.”
“Who said it’s a play?” I mutter, trying and failing to hold in my grin at the reminder.
He’s not joking about rounds, as in multiple.
This man made good on his bet and then some.
We both dozed off shortly after round one.
I’m not sure how long we slept before I woke up with his head between my legs, leading to round two.
Another short nap later and I returned the favor by waking him up with my mouth.
The sun was starting to come up through the window we never closed by the time we collapsed in each other’s arms.
I had never had a night like the one we shared before, and while I was deliciously sore, I was worried about how to act the morning after.
The thoughts I first fell asleep to were still on my mind, swirling in uncertainty.
But as my eyes clutch onto his hazel ones, soft with sleep but still full of happiness, I realize those feelings were still there.
“What are you thinking about?”
How I’m falling head over heels for you.
Not that I could say that. That was a one-way ticket to having him run for the hills. So I settle for a mild version of the truth.
“How incredible last night was.”
His smirk sends a thrill through me, and he must see the spark of lust in my eyes because he groans lightly and places a chaste kiss on my lips.
“Don’t look at me like that or we won’t be getting out of this bed anytime soon. We should probably get on the road soon if we want to make it back by noon. Do you still need to go into the cafe this afternoon?”
It’s my turn to groan at the reminder of reality. “Yes, I promised Piper she could have the night off since she covered for me last night. Ophelia said she would bring Sunday dinner to me since I won’t be able to make it.”
“You two have a great relationship,” he says softly.
I smile at the thought of my grandmother, the strongest woman I’ve ever known. “We do,” I agree. “I wouldn’t be who I am today without her.”
Logan smiles sweetly, though a sadness surges past his eyes. I want to ask what he’s thinking about so I can figure out how I can get that look out of his expression.
“Come on. Let’s get going.” He rolls out of bed, giving me the perfect view of his ass. I would say I want to take a bite out of it, but the teeth marks are still there from earlier this morning when I did. When I don’t move, he turns and spanks mine from over the blanket.
“Hey!”
“Hop to it. The quicker we get going, the quicker we can get some coffee in you. You have to be going through withdrawals by now. Probably need a little extra shot of espresso today, too.”
He waggles his eyebrows seductively.
“You’re one to talk, Mr. Daily Specialty Latte.” I chuck the pillow I was lying on at him, which he catches easily before it collides with his head.
“What can I say?” Leaning on the bed, he drops a peck on my forehead. “My girl makes killer lattes.”
I eye him warily, not letting on just how happy hearing him say ‘my girl’ makes me. “Sweet talk will get you nowhere, Spencer.”
His laugh trails behind him as he ducks into the bathroom. I breathe a small sigh of relief when he shuts the door, granting me some much needed alone time.
I catch my reflection in the mirror above the dresser on the opposite wall.
At first, I’m horrified at how disheveled I look.
My perfectly placed curls are now a tangled lion’s mane.
Then my gaze snags on the puffiness of my lips.
My fingers reach up to delicately touch them as a smile begins to unfold.
I tenderly touch the redness along my neck, including the small hickey above my collarbone.
Scruff burn and love bites cover my chest and down my body, and I know that even though the night is over, I’ll be feeling Logan on me all day.
Standing, I realize I’ll feel him between my legs, too. I feel myself grinning like a lunatic as I reach for my cell phone in my purse, hoping the charge held long enough to shoot a text to Ophelia and Piper that we are on our way home.
As I start to read through the many notifications, I wonder if we have time to enjoy a shower together in an attempt to prolong the inevitable that is reality clouding this bubble we were in last night. That is until I realize why there are so many notifications.
It’s eight in the morning and I already have seventeen missed calls and thirteen text messages, all from Jackson and Piper. My heart begins to hammer as the worst scenarios circle in my head. Rowan. The cafe. My home.
But it’s the worst possible one I didn’t even want to give thoughts to that stares at me in a text message. Bypassing a reply, I hit the call button to call my brother back, who picks up with barely even one ring going through.
“Fucking finally. Where are you?”
“I’m still in Asheville. I’m leaving now. Where are you?” I dig into my dufflebag, yanking out the leggings and sweatshirt combination I packed for today and blindly tossing it on.
“Mountain General,” he grunts in all his grumpy glory, but in this moment I give him a pass. I give him all the passes because I can’t imagine what he has been going through.
“Is she alert? Can I talk to her?”
“She’s getting some tests done, but yeah, she’s alert. Now.”
I slump against the edge of the bed. “What happened, Jacks?”
He’s silent for a long moment. “We can talk when you get here. Drive safe, please. I don’t need to lose someone else.”
“We aren’t going to lose her.” My voice is small as I try to make myself believe the words. “Did you call Kennedy?”
“Yeah, she actually answered her phone. She’s waiting to hear more news, but she’s watching flights just in case.”
I hear the bathroom door open behind me. Logan calls my name, but I don’t answer as I clutch my phone to my ear. “We are on our way. Keep me posted. Love you, Jacks.”
I worry he won’t reply, but he does finally after a deep sigh. “Love you, Gwenny.”
I drop my phone on my lap as I stare at the floor. Logan rounds the bed, a towel wrapped around his waist as he drops to his knees in front of me. I loved this view last night, but right now I’m sick to my stomach.
He cups my cheeks and stares into my eyes, though I can barely see him through the pooling of unshed tears.
“What happened?” He begs.
“Ophelia,” I choke on a sob. “She’s in the hospital. I need—I need to get to her.”
“I got you, baby.” Logan gathers me in his arms, and I break. Sobbing into his chest and begging whoever will listen to keep my grandmother safe. I beg them not to take her like they took my parents.
Logan pulls back slowly after a moment, wiping the tears from under my eyes. “Let’s go home.”