9. Logan
CHAPTER 9
Logan
B rynlee was torn up last night and tried her best to enjoy us, but her predicament weighed heavily on her shoulders.
Up before the sun, I’ve got breakfast made, a contract, two meetings, and movers set up before I hear my son getting out of bed and trudging into the shower.
The movers will pack up Brynlee’s house and should be arriving there any minute. The meetings are with my lawyer and Brynlee, and then, my lawyer, Brynlee, and her father will come afterwards. The only person who knows about the appointments is my lawyer, I even had him use his name for the meeting with Bryn’s father. I have a feeling I’m going to need the element of surprise with the old man.
The contract is between her father and me. Stating that she has until her birthday to marry me, the same stipulation as in her trust, and he can’t try and sell her off. If we’re married before her birthday, she gets the trust fund free and clear. If we are married afterwards, then I’ll pay half the amount her trust is worth. And no matter what her choice is, me or someone else, she never loses access to Hunter.
I also had my lawyer do some digging into Kurt Willows, and the reason he wants her trust is that Chelsea has run through hers, and she has expensive habits. Partying, drinking, and gambling, to name the tamer ones. If Kurt were to take on the cost of her living on his own, he’d be broke in five years or less.
My lawyer is also looking into some rehab facilities for Chelsea. If she wants to keep custody of her son, she has to get help, and I think Brynlee will agree with me on that once her place in Hunter’s life is solidified with the contract.
“Morning, Dad!” Carter comes pounding into the kitchen, not a care in the world. Exactly how it should be. “Oooo, bacon. Thanks.”
He shoves two pieces in his mouth before I can utter a word. “Grab a plate, Carter.”
His bashful look as Brynlee enters the room is a moment I wish I could have caught a picture of. Perfect wedding material.
“Morning, boys.” Her own blush as she grabs the empty coffee cup on the counter by the machine makes me chuckle. The dynamics have changed for these two, and neither know how to handle the shift.
Carter sits at the table across from me while Bryn fidgets in place until I wave her over. “You two have known each other long enough that this shouldn’t be awkward,” I point out, and they share a look. “Get used to this, Carter, she’s staying.” The boy grins from ear to ear. Bryn tries to speak up, but I talk right over her. “Movers are putting your furniture into storage today, and all personal belongings will be brought here before school's out.”
“Okay.” Bryn's agreeable, but I can tell from the way she watches the brew in her hands, it’s not what she wants to say.
“That’s it?” I push.
“Do I really have a choice?” When her head lifts up, the fire in her eyes hardens my dick like a rock.
“Do you want one?”
A deadly glare crosses her eyes, and I know we’re about to get into it. My cock is looking forward to the makeup.
“To the bus, kid.” I pay for the bus service for the ride home mostly, but on days like today, I’m glad he’s got the option in the mornings.
“Play nice, children!” the boy laughs as he darts out the door.
Silence filters through as I watch Brynlee as she stares at the door Carter slammed behind him on his way out.
“Well?” I push, even realizing I shouldn’t. I don’t actually want her pissed with me.
“You can’t take over my life, Logan. We have to be equals.” Her steadfast glare indicates this is not up for debate.
“I would never treat you otherwise. Better maybe, but not less than.” She nods. “What else?”
“You can’t make big decisions like that without me. Packing up my house? You don’t even know what belongs to me!”
“Fair enough.” I believe my calmness is infuriating her.
“You have to talk to me about these things first.”
“Noted for the future.”
“Why are you being so reasonable? I’m yelling at you. Why aren’t you yelling back?” Standing, she pushes her chair back so hard, it nearly falls until I catch it. She shoots me a firm glare, and I let it clatter to the floor.
“Do you want me to yell back?”
“No. Yes. I don’t know.” While leaning against the counter, her head drops to her chest in defeat. Brynlee doesn’t know what she wants, but I have the feeling she’s trying to push me away.
Getting up, I decide it’s time for me to show her who she belongs to. Dropping my shoulder into her belly, gently, I lift her over my shoulder, ignoring her pleas for me to put her down. I don’t place her on her feet until we’re back in our room.
“You want anger? Want me to yell at you? It’s not going to happen. What will happen is me reminding you of exactly what we are to each other. Starting here.” Ripping the buttons open on the front of her shirt, I tear her clothes off and carry her down to the bed. Pulling my dick out of my pants, I test her opening to make sure she’s wet before pushing languidly through and taking away any further protests she might have.
Brynlee
I don’t know where that panic attack came from. It hit me out of nowhere, and suddenly, I was irrationally angry and taking it out on Logan. I yelled, and he let me, accepted it like he knew what was going through my head before I did.
When he picked me up fireman style, I breathed a sigh of relief because I knew he was about to take control in a different way that I recognized as something I need. A way where, somehow, I’m still in control.
And now, as he glides leisurely in and out of me, rocking our bodies together, locking stares, I’m slowly able to bring my emotions under control.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper against his lips.
“Nothin’ to be sorry for, baby. But fuck, if it gets you this silky soft for me, I’ll make you mad more often.”
“Don’t you dare,” I growl and tighten around his thickness, causing him to moan and drop his head to my chest.
With a wicked grin, Logan sits up on his heels, pulling me up with him, and he drives further inside me. Biting my lip to hold back the whimper aiming to break free, I hold onto his shoulders as he stands and walks over to an empty wall.
Pressing my back against the cool surface, he drags my thighs up his hips until my feet cross at his back. My hands get slammed above my head, and he holds them there with one hand while the other grips my chin, holding my face up to stare at him as his hips thrust roughly, ferociously, until I can hardly breathe and my eyes cross.
Groaning out his name, I can feel my body beginning to fall into euphoria, and I close my eyes, enjoying the feel of the power rolling off him.
“Logan,” I hiss his name.
“Anything, baby, tell me,” he grunts in response.
“Deeper.” I don’t understand why I’m so bold, I just sense this is what I need. He and I intrinsically locked together.
“Fuck, woman. You’re trying to kill me.” Letting go of my hands, Logan drops me to the floor before turning me around and slamming back in from behind.
My legs vibrate with the intensity of his move, and I scream as my orgasm hits me with hurricane force, and Logan has to hold me upright.
Everything afterwards is a blur. My body is numb. My mind, tired. And all I want is to give Logan his vivid vision.
A baby.
Our baby.