Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
LOGAN
Riverbend is quiet at this hour. Streetlights, empty roads, the occasional flicker of a TV through someone’s window. The kind of stillness that makes everything feel a little more real.
It’s silent but maybe a little more dangerous. This is when the wolves come out and howl.
My hands tighten slightly on the wheel as I pull onto her street. The place is dark, except for one light upstairs.
I kill the engine but don’t get out right away.
I just sit there, staring, and thinking about the texts, and the way she said she missed me. Plus the photo and the blindfold…
I exhale slowly, dragging a hand down my face.
I’m out of the car before I can second guess whatever’s happening.
The night air hits me as I walk up the short path. Every step feels louder than it should, like something’s about to happen and the whole world knows it.
The door opens before I turn my key.
And there she is.
The same girl I know, but she seems different tonight.
Her hair’s a little messy. She’s barefoot, wearing something soft and oversized that hangs just enough off one shoulder to make it impossible not to notice what’s underneath.
We just…look at each other for a second.
Just that same pull that’s been there all week.
“Hi,” she says, quiet.
“Hey.”
Neither of us moves. Then she steps back, opening the door wider.
I walk in.
The air inside is warmer. Softer. It smells like her—flowers and something faintly sweet.
The door clicks shut behind me, and that’s when the vibe shifts.
I take a step closer, and she doesn’t back up.
So I take another step.
Now we’re close enough that I can see the way her chest rises when she breathes. The way her fingers flex slightly at her sides.
“I couldn’t help it. I wanted to greet you when you walked in.” She hands me the blindfold. “But you can do what you want with this.”
My eyes drop, just for a second, to the hem of her shirt, then to her bare legs.
I see something in the way her breath catches. The way her shoulders straighten just a little. It feels like vulnerable desire.
“Forget the blindfold,” I mutter, throwing it down. “I want you to see this.”
I lift her up, but not all the way.
Not yet. I’m giving myself one last second to decide if this is real. Her hands come up first, faster than mine.
She grabs onto my shirt, bunching the fabric like she needs something solid to hold onto.
That’s what does it.
I cave, and pull her against me.
One of her hands slides to my waist, the other bracing against the wall beside her head.
And then I kiss her.
It’s the kind of kiss that’s been building all week.
She exhales against my mouth like she’s been holding that breath for days. Her fingers slide up into my hair, pulling me closer, like closer is even possible.
I break just enough to look at her. Her eyes are open, and they’re on me.
She’s not looking away this time.
“Still want the blindfold?” I murmur.
She shakes her head immediately.
“No.” She smirks. “I’ve been imagining this all week. Time for the real thing. I want to see you. And everything.”
That hits harder than anything.
My thumb brushes along her jaw, slower now.
Like I’m taking my time for the first time tonight.
“Good,” I say, grinning, then lift her up and put her over my shoulder.
“Logan!” She laughs. “Oh my God, are you kidnapping me?”
“Guilty,” I say as I march her up the stairs, down the hall, and let her down gently on her bed.
Then, as I hover over her, I kiss her again, like I’m trying to memorize it.
Her back presses into the mattress, but she leans into me like she’s the one closing the distance now.
“You meant what you said?” she asks.
“About respecting you?”
She nods slightly.
“Yeah,” I say. “I meant it.”
I kiss her again, then tug at the hem of her shirt. “Time to get this off.”
It feels like ten seconds flat before we’re ripping off our clothes. I slide back onto the bed, this time against her hot flesh, running my hand down her hips, lying on my side.
“I’ve been imagining this all day,” she moans as I slide my hand between her legs.
“Oh. Hello…you’re wet already.”
She reaches out and wraps her hand gently around my cock, which is rapidly turning hard as a rock.
“Yeah,” she says. “Been wet all day.”
“Mmm. Have you now?”
“Thinking about this.”
I tease her clit, toying with her. “Thinking…about this.”
“Oh God, Logan. Please.”
“Please…?” I murmur. “Please what?”
She arches into me, breath catching, her fingers tightening against my shoulders.
“Please…” she says again, softer this time—but more desperate. “Logan.”
I kiss her harder, swallowing the rest of whatever she was going to say, my hand sliding along her side, pulling her closer until there’s no space left between us.
I grab the base of my cock, lining it up with her entrance.
“You ready?”
“More than.”
I press in an inch at a time, watching as her eyes glaze over with that pleasure-filled intensity.
She exhales sharply against my mouth, her body reacting before her mind can catch up.
Like she’s been waiting for this, and she’s done with the waiting part.
“Oh God, Logan,” she moans. “You’re so good.”
“Eyes on me, Cass,” I grit out.
“Yes, sir,” she mutters back, and I wrap my hands around her ass as we find our rhythm.
I grip her harder, pulling her closer. I need to feel every inch of her at once.
Her breath stutters, her body responding instantly, arching into me like she can’t help it.
Like she doesn’t want to.
“Yeah,” I murmur, my voice rough now. “That’s it.”
Her hands drag down my back, nails just enough to make me feel it, to keep me right on the edge of losing control.
And I’m close.
Closer than I should be this fast.
“Logan—” she gasps, and my name sounds different coming out of her like that. Less guarded and way less careful.
I press my forehead to hers for half a second, just to ground myself, then pull back enough to look at her again.
“Stay with me,” I growl.
She nods immediately.
“I am.”
That does it.
I move with her, finding that rhythm again. It’s faster now, less restrained, like all the tension from the past week finally has somewhere to go.
Her head tilts back, breath catching, and I follow it—kissing along her jaw, her neck, wherever I can reach.
Anywhere and everywhere.
“Tell me to slow down,” I say against her lips, even as I don’t.
She shakes her head immediately.
“Don’t you dare.”
I laugh softly under my breath.
“Didn’t think so.”
The pace shifts—faster now, less careful.
The sheets are twisted beneath us as we move, trying to find something that feels like enough. Her hands are everywhere.
My name slips out of her like she’s not even trying to hold it back anymore.
“Logan. Oh God, Logan. You’re gonna make me come.”
And that—more than anything—is what undoes me.
Her eyes open again, locking on mine.
“Yeah,” I say quietly, more to myself than anything.
“Oh God, here it comes,” she says, and I feel her tighten around me, her pussy gripping me like it was made for me.
I grab hold of her hips and fuck her hard and deep, wrapping my hand around her neck and lightly gripping her.
“Eyes,” I growl. “I want your eyes on me as you come.”
She locks on me with her hazel eyes, moaning something unintelligible. Her tits bounce with every deep stroke, sending me further into a frenzy, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop.
“I’m coming,” she pants, and I’m on fire. My balls draw up toward my cock. But I’m not ready. Just yet.
I hold her down by her waist, watching her pant and moan and writhe, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. That supple skin, those gorgeous nipples, that long brown hair.
I feel it in the way she pulls me closer, like she can’t get enough, like she’s trying to hold onto something that’s already taking her over.
My grip tightens on her hips, holding her there, watching as everything in her unravels.
And for a second, I don’t move. I just let her have it and let her ride it out.
I lean down, brushing my mouth against hers, slower now.
“You’re not done,” I murmur.
She lets out a soft, shaky laugh.
“Neither are you.”
“No?” I grin.
“Logan,” she whispers. “Can I go on top?”
I almost have to smile. It’s so utterly sexy, so overwhelmingly cute how she’s being all polite right now.
“Cass, I’ll give you anything you want. You just have to tell me.”
I shift, guiding her with me, rolling us over to the side and then spinning around onto my back so she’s on top of me.
“Ride me, baby,” I grit out.
“Mmm. Okay.”
This time, she’s the one moving while I brace my hands against the headboard.
She sets the pace, moving her hips up and down my length and matching her breath.
“Fuck,” she groans. “So good.”
Her hands fall against my chest, her hair spilling forward as she looks down at me, something different in her expression now.
“Careful,” I say, a faint grin tugging at my mouth. “You might not be able to handle this.”
She smiles. “Pretty sure I can.”
The way she moves after that is less rushed, and it’s enough to make me forget everything else again.
She just rides me, taking her time, and I spiral into ecstasy.
“Cass…” I exhale, my hands sliding along her hips, steadying her, even as I’m the one losing control this time.
She leans down closer, her voice low near my ear.
“Still want my eyes on you?” she whispers.
I let out a breath that’s half a laugh, half something else entirely.
“Yeah,” I say, my voice lower now. “Always.”
She doesn’t look away.
Not this time.
Her gaze locks on mine as she keeps moving, slower now, and intentional. Like she knows exactly what she’s doing, and she’s figuring me out.
The minutes pass, and we’re locked in on each other, in the throes of pleasure. We’re in no hurry. She’s so damn beautiful it’s killing me softly.
“Oh. Oh. Mmm,” she whimpers.
“Coming again?”
“Yes.”
“Look at you,” I murmur, my hands sliding up her sides, tracing the curve of her waist. “All confident all of a sudden.”
She tilts her head slightly, that same knowing smile still there.
“Maybe I was always like this.”
That does something to me.
My grip tightens, just a little.
“Yeah?” I say. “Then where’s this been all week?”
She leans down, closer now, her hair falling forward, brushing against my face.
“Waiting,” she whispers. “For this. For you.”
That’s it.
That’s the thing that pushes me over the edge again.
“Well, I like it,” I exhale, my head falling back for a second before I pull myself up just enough to meet her again—eyes, breath, everything.
She keeps moving, steady, unhurried, completely, beautifully in control now as she rides me.
And somehow, that’s even worse.
“Don’t stop,” I mutter, smacking her ass lightly and gripping her.
“Not gonna.”
Then, leaning down, she whispers, “Bet I can make you come.”
She grips me tighter and rides me harder. I feel my balls clench.
I guide her face down to mine and kiss her again, then spin her body around so her back is to the mattress, and I’m on top.
“I’m done,” I groan. “I’m gonna fill you up, Cass. You ready for my cum?”
“I want it,” she groans. “All of it.”
Something in my chest tightens at that. It’s not just the words—it’s the way she says it. It feels like she means more than just this moment.
I bury my face against her shoulder, holding her tighter, like I can anchor myself there, like I can keep this moment from slipping through my hands.
My orgasm slams through me as I give her everything I’ve got, using the headboard for leverage.
She exhales like she’s been holding something in for longer than tonight.
We hold like that for a minute. Maybe longer, until we finally separate our sweaty skin.
I get up, go to the bathroom, and bring her a towel.
She’s still sprawled across the sheets, hair a mess, cheeks flushed, and completely wrecked.
“Damn, Logan,” she says, her voice soft but stunned. “What was that?”
I let out a breath, shaking my head a little.
“I don’t even know.”
“I mean—where the hell did that come from?”
I glance at her, a small grin tugging at my mouth.
“Better than a one-night stand?”
She laughs—light, a little breathless.
“Yeah,” she says. “Just a little.”
I finish helping her clean up, taking my time. This is part of the ritual, and I don’t want this to end yet.
When I’m done, she settles against me, her head resting on my chest.
“I think I actually might not be able to walk tomorrow,” she murmurs.
“Well…I’m sorry.”
Her hand drifts lazily across my shoulder.
“You better not be.”
I huff out a quiet laugh.
“Yeah. I’m not, actually.”
A beat passes, and the room is quieter now. Way softer. There are just the sounds of us breathing.
She swallows, staring up at the ceiling for a second before turning her head to look at me.
“You do crazy things to me,” she says, a small grin tugging at her lips.
I run my hand down her back.
“I like it when you ask for what you want.”
She studies me for a second.
“Me too.”
I tilt my head slightly, watching her.
“Maybe you should do that more often,” I say. “You might surprise yourself.”
She doesn’t answer right away, so I add, “And not just with sex. With everything.”
“Mmm. Maybe I will.”
She settles closer.
A few minutes later, her breathing evens out.
She’s asleep right there on my chest.
And for the first time all week, I let myself relax.