10
“Reservation for LoganParker.” Logan says to the woman as we walk up to the check in desk. She’s an older woman who resembles a librarian with her glasses hanging on the end of her nose and her silver hair pulled on top of her head. Patsy is the name on her name tag, and I smile at the uniqueness of it. She types on her computer, not looking at us, and then states, “I need a debit or credit card on file.”
Logan takes out his wallet and hands her the farm credit card. She scans it and hands it back to him swiftly. A printer turns on and starts working, she grabs the papers and staples them together.
“Here is your receipt,” she says handing the papers him. “Take the elevator to the right that’s around the corner and you’re on the fourth floor, room number four-fifteen.” We nod and thank her. She turns back to the computer, not caring anymore about us.
Logan is looking at the receipt when we make it to the elevator, so I press the button for us. The doors open immediately, and we step inside. Logan is still running over the receipt as if he’s confused.
The door closes and I press the button for the fourth floor then I turn to him, “Everything okay?” I ask him.
He puts the papers down suddenly and doesn’t look at me, “Yes everything is great. Sorry, just checking to make sure she didn’t over charge us.” I cock my eyebrow at him but stay silent.
The elevator doors open and we step out looking at how the rooms are numbered down the hall. We turn right down the straight hall and walk until we see our room number. Logan puts the room key into the door and it flashes green for us to open. Turning the handle and opening the door, Logan lets me walk in first. First thing I notice is the bathroom is on the left, with a nice walk-in shower, large sink area and toilet. Farther down is a little kitchenette, and then I freeze.
“What the hell, Megan.” I say out loud, and I hear Logan coming up behind me.
“Yeah,” he starts to say, running his hands through his hair and sitting his bag down on the floor by the tv and dresser. “That’s what I noticed in the receipt.” He walks over to the window and opens the blinds. The lights outside from businesses and restaurants light up the world below.
There is only one bed in this room, granted it is king-sized, but still only one.
“I’ll sleep on the floor, Ivy. It’s no big deal.” He says to me walking back from the window and grabbing the tv remote off the nightstand.
I stand in silence as he turns the tv on and sits on the end of the bed. He goes through the channels for a bit and we don’t say a word.
“N-No,” I say to him trying to find my words, “We are adults, it’s okay. At least it’s a king bed.” I shrug and walk over to grab my bag off the floor. “I am going to change into some pajamas. I’m exhausted.” He nods and continues flipping through the channels.
I throw my bag on the bathroom counter and rub my hands over my face in exhaustion. Stop being dramatic, I tell myself, you are an adult. You can handle this as such. I reach for the zipper on my bag and open it up and grab a pair of shorts Megan let me borrow and a t-shirt I recently bought from one of the stores in town. Unclasping my bra, I pull it off and stuff it in my bag, so he doesn’t have to see it. I run a brush through my hair and grab my toothbrush and toothpaste out of my bag and brush my teeth.
Once I rinse my teeth with water, I leave my toothbrush on the counter for in the morning and open the door to walk out. I can hear the sound of the television on, and I sit my bag down on the floor outside the bathroom. Looking up and stopping in my tracks, I gasp. Logan is laying on top of the covers, with his back up against the headboard, shirtless, and in grey sweatpants.
“That’s what you sleep in?” I ask with my eyes trying not to stare at his perfect abs. He laughs taking his eyes off the tv and looking at me, “Is that a problem?” he smirks, cocking an eyebrow. I swear he is flirting with me. I shake my head no and walk over to the bed.
My hands pull back the covers and I sit down slowly, pulling the covers up over my legs and lean back with my head on the pillow. Suddenly, my exhaustion is gone and I’m energetic after seeing him like that. He has my blood pumping in places it shouldn’t be. “What are you watching?” I ask, trying to not be so awkward.
He grabs the remote and sits it down near me, “Nothing good was on so I just clicked on the cartoon channel.” I giggle and he smirks, “Okay, honestly, I like cartoons. I’m a big kid.” He says pulling the covers back and getting under them. My body stiffens as I feel the warmth of his body near mine.
We lay in silence watching Tom and Jerry cartoons for a little while laughing and giggling at the tv. Not once do we look at each other or make eye contact and I have a feeling he’s as tense as I am.
For a brief moment, I feel his foot rub mine and I pull my foot back almost instantly.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to.” He said to me as soon as it happened. “I had an itch.” He looks at me and I look back at him. we stare at each other like we both can see into each other’s soul. I can tell he’s debating on telling me something.
Logan sits up using his arm to hold his head up and he lets out a big breath then ask, “Ivy, can I be honest about something?” my heart does a little flip and I nod.
He sighs, “I don’t know.” he rubs his hand throw his hair and looks away and then back to me trying to read my face, “I don’t know what your ex was thinking when he did you the way he did.” His eyes darken and butterflies enter my stomach. My lips part slowly as if I’m shocked at the words I am hearing.
He goes on, “I mean, if you were mine, I wouldn’t go a day without showing you how treasured you are. I wouldn’t even think about another woman.” He sighs, “I mean hell, we aren’t even together like that, and I can’t get you off my mind.” There’s so much passion in his voice, I can feel my body warm up again. “I’d worship the ground you walked on. I’d show you how a woman is supposed to be treated.” He looks away as if embarrassed at what he just said. Then he suddenly looks back at me sinfully, “I had you wrong all along. It’s because of the moment I saw you out there on the dance floor, I felt pulled to you. The moment Megan told me you were coming to work with us, I knew I was a goner.” He said and I haven’t realized the entire time that he’s closer to me now.
I smile at him, placing my hand on his chest, “You are only saying that because I have no bra on, and we are in the same bed together.”
He puts his forehead on mine as if he’s thinking and then looks at me, “I have wanted you since the moment you poured that beer on me.” he says with a smile. And to prove it to you, I won’t try a single thing tonight.” He wraps his arms around my waist and turns me around to place us in a spooning position.
Well, this just took a turn I was not expecting.
But it’s a nice feeling being held by someone. I reach up and turn the lamp light off and snuggle back into him. He is snoring. I smile and close my eyes.
Sweet dreams, Logan.
***
I feel the bed dipbeside me, and I slowly stir awake. Sluggishly opening my eyes, I see Logan walking into the bathroom. It wasn’t a dream. Logan Parker confessed his feelings for me last night. Wait, I look around and notice it’s still dark outside. I look at the clock on the nightstand and its only two o clock in the morning. I lay my head back down and try to go back to sleep when I hear the toilet flush and the bathroom door open.
His footsteps are walking along the bed to his side and he dips back into the bed puling the covers over him. I struggle with the option of going back to sleep or letting him know I’m awake too.
“I thought I was dreaming.” I say turning to him.
He smiles at me and brushes the hair out of my face, “What do you mean?”
I lean up and touch his abs trailing my fingers back and forth over the creases, “I thought I dreamed I went to sleep snuggled up to you.” I smile and inch closer to him rubbing my hand over his chest more intensely.
“Are you sad it was real?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow at me.
I shake my head no. He lifts my chin to stare into my eyes for a brief moment. With one quick move, he grabs my hips and pulls me over him where I’m straddling him. The covers pooled all around us.
I bend down to his ear and whisper, “What did you mean a while back when you said you had many personalities?” I face him and his adams apple moves slowly.
“Are you sure you want to know?” he asks me while he’s eyeing my lips.
I nod and within one full move, his lips are on mine. He turns me over so my back is now on the mattress. His tongue slides out parting my lips and I follow his move. He pulls back from me, “You tell me to stop, and I’ll stop immediately.” He says to me, and I nod, crashing my lips back to his. A growl comes out of his body and he’s pulling away, making his way down my stomach pulling my shorts down while trailing kisses as he goes. My panties are the only thing keeping us separate now.
I gasp. I haven’t been touched like this in a long time, if ever. Stephen was not the intimate type. He was worried about his pleasure and his pleasure only. It wasn’t about me or touching me.
Logan lifts the bottom of my t-shirt up and I keep my eye on his. They blacken. His breathing deepens when he notices my breasts are free under my shirt. He pulls me to him and takes one nipple into his mouth. It hardens instantly at the tug. He does the same to the other nipple. I can feel my panties getting more wet by the minute. Our breathing becomes frantic and he turns me around where my back is on the bed and he’s leaning over me.
Slowly making his way down my body he spills kisses all over my stomach and hips. Suddenly, his teeth take the top of my panties in his mouth, and he tugs them down slowly. His eyes never leave mine.
This man is full on alpha male.
“No fair.” I say breathlessly to him as he pulls my panties off completely and tosses them behind him on the floor.
He smiles up at me, “What’s not fair.” He lowers himself back down to where my panties use to lay on my hips, and he kisses all around being careful to not hit the spot I need him to.
“I’m completely naked and you are only half.” I say in between breaths.
“This is not about my pleasure, Ivy. My only goal right now is showing you how your body is supposed to be worshipped.” And as soon as that sentence leaves his mouth, his mouth is on me. Making his way down my body slowly. He kisses my stomach, my hips, and my belly button. Then, his tongue runs down the entrance of the spot I have been wanting him to take. He trails his tongue over my clit and then he’s sucking with so much power it makes my back arch. This is a first for me. No one has ever cared enough about me for my pleasure to be the only thing on their mind. I am overwhelmed by emotions. I feel his tongue back on me now and I hear the rustle of the sheets. One finger enters me as he goes back to sucking on my clit and another finger slides in within a few seconds. I can feel him stretching me.
Another finger goes in, and he curls them just enough to hit my g-spot. My body is experiencing all forms of overwhelming pleasure like I have never experienced before. He looks up at me and his eyes are dark with something primal. Holy shit. He’s turned on just by watching me. He continues fingering me and runs his tongue over my clit that is now so sensitive from all his sucking. His tongue gets erotic, and I feel my body tense and my pussy clamps down around his fingers. My back arches off the bed and my toes curl, but he doesn’t stop the rhythm. If anything, he intensifies it. I let out a loud moan. Another one comes up behind, and then another and my toes curl again and my back arches again. AND Again – OH MY GOD!.
He removes his fingers and slowly starts kissing me until he gets to my lips and kisses me even harder than before. I can taste my cum on his lips and I suddenly have an urge to please him the way he has just pleased me, even though I have never wanted to do it before.
I push him down on the bed and start kissing him down to his stomach but when I get to his sweatpants, he stops me. I am being pulled back up to him as he kisses me softly. I know he needs a release. I can see the massive bulge in his pants.
“Not tonight.” He tells me and pulls me into his arms, cuddling and wrapping covers around us.
I’m confused, “W-why not?”
He kisses me on the side of the head and nestles beside me, “Because that was about you, not me.” he pauses, “I told you I have many personalities. Now let’s get a few more hours of sleep.” He tells me, and I smile with tears in my eyes full of respect for this MAN.
Sweet dreams, my grumpy cowboy.