Chapter 16
Ava
This was not the way I’d expected the night to go when I came down to make popcorn. I thought my olive branch of a snack might give us a night of less fighting. But this was way beyond anything I would have thought.
However, not unwanted.
Not at all.
I did have this niggling notion about what we’d do after the storm, and everyone came back home. But I left that for later.
Logan stood from his crouched position in front of me, his boxer briefs at eye level from where I sat on the couch. He was still aroused; the entire length of his cock was outlined under the dark cotton. Reaching for the elastic waistband, my finger looped inside and pulled at it.
As soon as I did, we were blinded by all the lights coming back on and the TV blaring behind us.
“Christ!” I screamed. “That scared the shit out of me.”
I didn’t want to say the mood was ruined, but it changed. With the lights on, it seemed to remind us where we were and what the future held. At least it did for me. And I didn’t want to think about that yet.
“Wow, look outside,” Logan said. He moved to the window this all started at.
Standing next to him, we realized there was well over a foot and a half of snow outside.
“What time is it?” I asked.
Logan’s phone was playing the music so he found his easily.
“It’s one in the morning. Find your phone, we should charge them while we have power.” He reached down and grabbed a shirt from the floor, tossing it to me.
It was his.
As I pulled it over my head, his scent filled my nose. I don’t think he wore cologne, so it was his soap or deodorant. It smelled amazing. Clean, fresh, with a hint of pine.
He came to me and pulled me close, grabbing my ass.
“I like how you look in my shirt,” he growled in my ear.
My heart did a little flip. Because that meant that our night may not be over. Even though the mood seemed to change, he was trying to keep it on track.
I found my phone between the couch cushions and plugged it in on the kitchen counter.
Logan was getting a glass of water and searching in the fridge.
What a sight it was to watch him, bent over in his briefs.
He had a tight round ass, definitely the kind that benefited from his time at the gym.
I may have made fun of him going to the gym so much, but I wasn’t making fun of the body it gave him.
Not one bit.
“Hungry?” he asked.
I was, but not for food.
I wish I had the guts to say that to him. To be sexy like that.
He pulled grapes out of the bottom bin. Turning, he looked at me, almost as if waiting for my answer.
“Um, no, I’m good.”
As I plopped back on the couch, Logan followed with his grapes in a bowl, but he didn’t sit.
Instead, he went to the wall, turning off the lights overhead.
He also flipped off the television. The room was returned to the familiar dim glow with the flicker of the candles and the snowy light from the windows.
“I like that better, what about you?” he asked, returning to me.
Nodding, I pulled the blanket over me, suddenly chilly.
He cuddled underneath with me, our feet and ankles entwining where they met in the middle of the couch.
He popped a few grapes in his mouth, and I couldn’t take my eyes off his lips as he chewed.
His mouth was magical, and what it did to my body?
No guy had ever given me an orgasm quite like he had.
My thoughts returned to how he made me feel only minutes ago.
I felt the heat of the blush on my cheeks and was thankful for the dim light.
Logan put the bowl on the table and grabbed my ankle under the quilt. He pulled me to him, up and on his lap in one swift move, and I was suddenly straddling him. He pulled the blanket over my shoulders to keep me warm.
I had so many questions about this man. He had the strong body of someone older than his years, yet the eyes of a boy who had dealt with more than he should have. His bright blue eyes always had a hint of storm cloud in them, waiting on the horizon to drift over and bust open.
“Can I ask you something?” When I said that, my hands went to his chest, his hands to my hips. We held one another, as if our connection on our laps wasn’t enough.
“Sure, anything.”
Though I wondered if he would really tell me anything I wanted to know. We were just getting to know each other.
“You’re kinda young to have a dependency, no? Or am I wrong about that?”
He shifted under me, a telltale sign he was nervous about the topic.
I waited, not pushing him to answer. My hands rubbed along the planes of his sculpted chest down to his ripped abs.
My finger found the goody trail of golden hair that led into the waistband of his briefs, and I played with it, running my nail up and down.
“If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to answer any questions you ask me, Tink.”
I flinched at the name. But the seductive yet playful look on his face comforted me.
“Remember, I like that name for you, Ava.” As he said that, his hand reached under the shirt I wore, rubbing circles across the skin of my belly.
“And as far as me being young for an alcoholic, no, not really. I mean, statistically speaking, maybe I’m a little young.
But at the center I go to for counseling, most of the people there were my age, even younger.
Which, when you think about it, that’s kinda sad.
I think our world is getting harder for people to live in. ”
I contemplated his words and had to agree with him. My mother told us stories of when she grew up in the eighties and nineties and it just seemed…easier. Things were more complicated nowadays. And I would never admit it to my mom, but I agreed with her it all had to do with social media.
“Well, most people don’t start drinking excessively for no reason. What was yours?” I was nervous asking him this, hoping it wasn’t too invasive of a question. Considering as recently as this morning, we probably still considered each other enemies.
The circles he rubbed on my stomach continued, moving up, dangerously close to my breast. The tip of his finger grazed the underside of my boob, sending chills through my entire body.
“If you don’t want to talk, I get it.” And I did, he already got me twice and nothing for him.
His hands immediately moved to my hips, gripping them tightly, as if to keep them still.
“I do, I think we should get to know one another,” he said. “Just a little hard with you looking the way you do while sitting on me with no panties on.”
His smirk was adorable.
“Seems that’s one area you and I have in common: daddy issues.
” He paused, his eyes failing to focus on me.
“My dad never hit my mom, but he was a verbal and mental abuser, the best at what he did, which made him a menace. A true narcissist. He destroyed my mom’s self-esteem, along with mine.
She finally left him when I was in middle school, but he didn’t leave me alone.
He still felt he was my father.” He put that last word in air quotes, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
“He loved that I played football, bragged about it to all his buddies. But when he was around only me, it was one comment after another about how shitty I was, and how I’d never amount to anything in life. ”
Logan was getting agitated, his heart beating fast under my palm. He let out a long, deep breath before continuing.
“Eventually, I cut him off, no more visits, and I told him not to come to my games. I knew he was there, I still heard him. But at least he didn’t seek me out after the games anymore.
The only thing I still dealt with was the occasional annoying text either begging for us to get together, or him telling me what a shitty son I turned out to be. ”
I leaned against his chest, my head on his heart, and held him. His arms wrapped around me, and we lay down on the couch for a while, quiet.
“I won’t say I’m sorry, because I didn’t do any of that to you. But I will say that I hate him for doing that to you, and I hate that you had to endure that. My heart hurts that he was the reason for you feeling the need to turn to alcohol to escape.”
His arms pulled me in tighter against him as he kissed the top of my head.
“He’s not in my life anymore, so there’s that, at least.”
His words were so final, and I didn’t completely understand them. A man like that seemed hard to keep away for good, but Logan also seemed done talking. As I lay against his heart, the beat strong and steady, the irony of our night struck me.
I’d have never thought I’d be half-naked in his arms, ever. And getting to know one another on so many levels.
About that…
I pushed against him and sat up, my knees against his hips, as my naked nether region was aligned perfectly with his not quite fully hard dick. Leaning down, I supported myself with that sculpted chest of his and shimmied back and forth along his length, feeling him grow beneath me.
“I guess we’re done talking,” he said with a sultry grin.
His fingers dug into my hipbones, the grip so tight it almost hurt. He stopped me from moving above him.
“If you keep doing that, our night will end before you want it to.” His guttural words came from deep within as his eyes fluttered closed.
I struggled against his clutch as I bent down close to his ear. “I like that I have that effect on you.”
That did something to him. He grabbed my ass as he jerked himself up to a sitting position, keeping me on his lap.
The blanket fell from my shoulders, and I ripped the shirt over my head, my entire body exposed to him.
His hands caressed my back, up my spine, over my shoulders, eliciting bumps on my skin along the way.
When his touch hit the top of my chest, he stopped.
I watched his eyes become heated as they stared at my breasts, wide with desire.
He dragged his fingers across my chest, to each breast, roughly gripping each one.