11
That was the best sleepever. If orgasms are supposed to feel like that, then I have never had one in my life.
The sun is just now coming up when I roll over and smile at the beautiful human lying beside me. I remember the first night I met him and how we did not start off on the right foot. He is softer than most people get to see from him. I run my hands over his chin back up to his ear and he stirs.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Logan says opening his eyes and trying his best to wake up.
Smiling at him I run my hands over his chest, “Did I dream I had the best orgasm of my life last night?”
He does a soft laugh and rolls me over, so my back is lying flat on the bed and he’s hovering over me.
“The best?” he smirks and leans down to kiss me on the neck and my breast, teasing me as he flips his tongue over my nipples that seem to harden at that exact moment.
“Uh huh,” I reply losing my train of thought. He laughs and comes back up to me smiling and kissing me softly on the lips.
“As much as I want to give you more, looking at how beautiful you are this morning,” he kisses me on the lips, “we need to hit the road.” And I frown at him.
“Oh shit!” I say, grabbing my phone seeing I had a few missed texts from Megan, “What are we going to tell her and Collin?”
Logan gets off the bed and stretches his arms above his head and laughs at me, “I’m pretty sure Megan had this planned all along, seeing as she only booked us a one bed.” He walks into the bathroom, and I hear the shower turn on.
Smiling like an idiot, I lay back on the headboard with my phone. Opening my messages I read over my unread text from Megan.
Oh, meant to warn you, I only booked a one-bedroom room. Hope that is okay.
Send me pics soon as you get her loaded. All you have to do is sign the papers. We will send them a check in the mail. Any issues just call me.
P.S. Hope you had a good night sleep. ;)
I hit call and hope Logan stays in the shower until I’m done talking to her.
“Hello?” Megan says on the other line.
“You sneaky Bitch!” I hear her giggle in the background, and I let out a sigh.
“Did my plan work?” she asks proud of herself.
“I’d say the two orgasms I had last night would say yes.” I laugh putting my hand on my forehead shaking it.
“OH MY GOD!” I hear Megan squealing. “I knew he was into you!” I can literally hear her jumping up and down.
“How the hell did I not notice?” I ask her sternly.
And within that second, I can’t hear a single word she’s saying because Logan comes walking out of the bathroom, fully naked, dripping wet, and walks over to me. I gulp. He’s huge. I mean, I could tell by his bulge last night, but DAMN. My breathing stops. He grabs the phone out of my hand and puts it to his ear, “Megan?” he says on the other end, “I need Ivy. I’ll let her call you back later.” All I hear is squeals on the other end. He hangs up and throws my phone on the bed. In one quick move, I’m being picked up and carried into the shower with him.
“Logan!” I squeal playfully as he puts me down under the water, removing my shirt that I had on.
He smirks and my hair is now officially all wet, but I don’t care. His little boyish smile is something I could never get enough of. He leans into me and trails kisses all down my neck, my shoulders, and runs his hands over my hips.
“I was just standing in here but all I could think about is you.” He kisses my lips and I smile into it. “Sorry for getting your hair wet.” He says shrugging.
I wrap my arms around him and kiss him harder than the soft kisses he was giving me before. Breaking away from our kiss, he takes the shampoo the hotel puts in the rooms and lathers it up to wash my hair. I let him. He’s careful and caring as he washes my hair and then my body. This is more intimate than the orgasms. It feels like passion. Once he is done, I do the same to him, minus the conditioner for his hair.
Stephen never did this for me, nor did he ever offer. Come to think of it, I never saw my parents or heard them talk about doing sweet things like this for each other either. I was not aware men like this existed.
“Where did you learn to be so sweet?” I ask him as I run the rag I was using to wash his body, over his abs.
It seems like the question I asked pains him, “I watched my parents care for each other for as long as I could remember.” He pauses. “I can remember before my mother got sick, she would tell me stories about how my father was to her. And then when she got sick, I can remember watching him care for her.” He sighs and puts his hands on mine stopping them and I look up at his eyes, they look sad. “I can remember my mother being so sick, she couldn’t eat or drink by herself. My dad would feed her.”
Tears prick my eyes and I lean my chest into his, we just stand there under the shower head for what seems like forever.
Eventually I ask, “What kind of sickness did she have?”
I feel him take a deep breath and he answers, “Breast cancer. She was in remission once, but it came back with a vengeance. It took her from us. My dad grieved himself to death shortly after.”
I stay silent and just hold on to him. He finally kisses me on the head and says, “I’m glad I met you, Ivy. My parents would have loved you.” I smile up at him and he kisses me deeply.
***
It took me about twentyminutes to dry my hair and get ready after our shower, but we were back in the truck before eight and heading to our destination.
Logan has held my hand since we got in the truck. We have passed so many beautiful farms this morning. Pastures full of cows and horses. I don’t know how I ever went without knowing this type of life existed. We pull into the driveway of Double J Ranch. I’m overwhelmed with how beautiful the place is. They obviously have money. Logan pulls up to the large iron gate and there’s a security guard out front that steps out of his area, “Can I help you?” he asks, eyeing us.
“We are supposed to be picking up a mare we had purchased. Logan Parker.” Logan tells him.
The guard walks over to where he came from and pulls out a list on a clipboard. He scans over it more than once.
“I”m sorry,” he says looking up and back at the paper. “There’s no Logan Parker on my paper. I can’t let you in.”
I bend my head down to where he can see me, “Can you try Ivy Price?” I ask him, “I’m technically the one who will be signing for her.” I smile at him, and he looks back at his list.
“Yes, Miss Price, I have you listed.” He smiles at me and hits the button for the gate to open. “Once you get up to the fork, take the right, it will lead you to the sale barn. Ask for Ry.” He says and turns, walking back to his sitting area. Logan thanks him and rolls up his window.
He grabs my hand again and drives down the driveway. I couldn’t be happier even if I tried. I really think I can make this new life work to my benefit.
I look out at the pastures before us and take it all in. This place is a dream of every cowgirl’s vision. It’s full of horses from all ages and the trees are perfectly placed down the driveway lining it. Once we take the right to the sale barn, I see people out working in arenas, landscapers, and little kids in round pens taking lessons. It looks like a place that our farm could be someday.
Logan pulls the truck and trailer to the side of the barn and we get out looking for someone who could help us. The barn is massive and full of horses in every stall. Everyone seems to be out in the arenas or working. Thankfully we walk up to a blonde whose back is turned to us and talking to a young teenage girl about her riding, possibly from a lesson she had just given. The girl finally nods and walks away leading her horse into a stall. The blondes back is still turned to us as we get closer to her. She’s in riding jeans and boots, and I make a mental note that I wish my ass looked that good in jeans. Honestly, she’s a perfect mixture of Megan and I. You can tell she’s got muscles from years of riding horses and working on a farm.
She turns around and her face goes pale when she’s sees us. She honestly looks like she’s going to be sick.
“Hey!” I say trying to keep her focus on not throwing up, “My name is Ivy, and this is Lo-“
“Logan!!” the blonde says, throwing herself around him and hugging him so hard I think she might break his neck.
Before I can ask what is going on, she kisses him. A full-on mouth to mouth kiss. I notice he doesn’t kiss back and he’s as shocked as I am but I’m not sure it’s for the same reason.
The blonde lets herself down and looks at him, “What are you doing here?” she asks confused but smiling big.
“We are here to pick up a mare for our farm.” I say to her. Realizing how jealous I sound saying ours. Shit, am I jealous?
She looks back and forth at me and him and then looks at me sternly, “Who the fuck are you?”
I’m a little taken back from her use of words. It ignites a fire in me, and I take a step towards her, “Better question, who the fuck are you?” I ask her and look sternly at Logan who looks like he wants to be anywhere else right now.
The blonde laughs and by the way it sounds, I’m worried about what she is going to say next. “I’m his fiancé.” She says to me and my heart drops. Now I’m the one who is going to puke.
I turn to Logan and his eyes are wide.
“Typical,” I whisper, “”So, you lied when you told me you were single?” My eyes are staring into his and I feel a level of hurt I haven’t felt since finding Stephen with my sister.
“Single?” Rylee huffs, “Now we know that is not true.” She smiles at him flirtatiously.
“Ivy,” he starts stepping towards me and I take a step back, he takes the hint and stops but continues, “This is Rylee. She was my girlfriend in high school, and she was my fiancé, but when my mother died, I called it off.” I watch him snap a side eye at her and she huffs, walking over to him and grabbing the front of his shirt.
“That’s not exactly what you said.” She turns to me, “He told me we could see other people but eventually we would be back together and get married one day.”
Logan turns to her and snaps, “I never said I was coming back for you. I ended our relationship because you are a crazy bitch who wanted to control me all the time.” He looks back at me, “Ivy, I promise. I didn’t even know she worked here.”
She laughs, “Work here? I own it, Logan.” She gestures around to the place.
His eyes widen, “You did all of this?” he asks her, sounding interested. She smiles at him, and I really think I might puke.
After a moment, I turn to her, “You know, now that I think about it, we wont be taking the mare today. I would like a refund check, immediately.” I say, smiling at Rylee. She turns quickly on her heels and her smile is gone.
“What?” she says almost desperately.
“You heard me,” I say, “Keep your mare and refund me. I want nothing to do with your place if this is how you talk to a customer.” I say walking closer to her.
She steps back and I can see the desperation in her eyes. She needs our money. Every sale keeps her afloat. “But you can”t.”
I smile, I can be a bitch, too. “I haven’t signed a single thing which means the money that was given to you was just a deposit for when I picked her up. Once I signed for her, the rest would be mailed to you because it would be a legal contract.” I point a finger and demand, “Give me a refund and we will be on our way.” I look at Logan, “No, actually if you need a new farm hand, keep him.” I pause, “I’ll be at the truck until I have a check or cash in my hand.” I turn on my heels and walk out of the barn.
When I get to the truck, I’m holding my chest trying to catch my breath. What have I done, what was I thinking. Men aren’t really loyal, and they don’t care about us. Logan didn’t follow me to the truck, he stayed behind. He clearly made his choice. Megan is going to be pissed at me for coming back without this mare, but I think I’m making a smart business decision. I need to start thinking of a plan B and quick.
Fifteen minutes later, Logan walks out of the barn and Rylee is a little behind him. His face is stern and his eyes have not left mine. I straighten up and wipe my eye where a small tear is sitting.
“Ivy, Wait.” Logan says reaching where I’m standing. “We need to talk.” He says, eyeing me nervously.
“Here.” Rylee says handing me a check. “I’m sorry for any miscommunication we may have had between us.” She gives me a smile and turns to Logan, “I hope you made the right choice.” She walks away from us.
I eye him and cock an eyebrow. He grabs my hand, but I pull it back.
Logan sighs, “Let’s talk about this, please, Ivy.” He says with pleading eyes.
I shake my head no, “I can’t do this with you. I can’t be the girl my sister was. I need to figure my shit out first.” I open the door of the truck and climb inside shutting the door before he has a chance to reply. He walks around the driver side of the truck slowly and climbs inside. We ride in silence towards the gate.