23
It’s been two weekssince I found out who I really am. After we left the nursing home, Logan took me to the bank. I opened my father’s safety deposit box he left me. I now have more money than I know what to do with and acres of land in my name. I still haven’t decided if I want to contact my parents or if I ever will.
I have woken up every morning thinking I was dreaming just to be thankful I did not need to wake up from it. It’s real. Every bit of it. I have cried so many happy tears, and sad ones, too. I think the grief of what could have been has taken a toll on me more than anything.
So many things I always felt were missing. I wish so badly I could have had the childhood that Megan and Collin did, but I live for the stories they tell me.
I have not been back to the nursing home much, other than just a few times. I feel like my place is this farm. Megan and Collin grew up with our grandparents, they need all the time they can get with them. Both have declined a lot lately. Their minds have reverted to their earlier days and they do not remember much of the farm or recognize us. I am having to come to terms with not having the option of knowing them as the grandparents I could have had.
I am sitting at the kitchen table in the house looking over bloodlines for the breeding program. We pick up our first round of semen Logan ordered this weekend, and I am anxious for the outcome. I have decided my place is on this farm, taking on my father’s legacy and making his dreams come true. Not just for him but my aunt, uncle and cousins too. It is becoming a dream of mine as much as it is theirs and Logan has become an immensely helpful partner to say the least.
He knows so much about these animals. I become more impressed with every piece of advice he offers. I look to him when it comes to who needs to foal this year and which bloodline to choose. I am slowly getting a grasp on things, with his guidance and input.
I get up from the table and grab a water from the fridge. When I close the door I jump, “Logan!” I say with my hand on my chest. “I didn’t even hear you come in.” He had been out in the barn the last time I checked.
He moved to me, and I notice the smirk on his face. His eyes are looking at my lips and then back to my eyes. I back up from him as he stalks me until my back is pushed up against the counter.
His arm slowly wraps around me, and he takes my water from my hand and sits it behind me. He puts his hands under my cheeks, cupping them, and he pulls me into a kiss. I kiss him back deeply and he pulls away slowly.
“I think you are too stressed.” he says, grabbing my waist and lifting me up on the counter. I gulp. “And I need to shower. So, let me show you what your body needs to relax.” I gasp in return and nod at that same time. He smiles and steps in between my legs. I wrap them around his waist, and he gently picks me up and holds me up by bringing his hands around my ass.
“Good girl.” He says and walks us out of the kitchen and up the stairs. The ease in which he is carrying me makes me assume I must feel like a feather in his arms. He takes the stairs two at a time and kicks the partially open bathroom door all the way open with his foot. He sits me down on the counter of the bathroom sink and kisses me again. Pulling back, he takes his shirt off over his head and lets it fall on the floor. He walks over to the shower and turns it on, then walks back over to me. Lifting my shirt off, he lets it fall to the floor with his. He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra. My breasts free from it in an instant and he bends down, taking the hard nipple of my right breast into his mouth and sucking on it. I lean my head back in a moan as he moves across my chest to the other one.
He helps me off the counter and I unbutton my jeans and let them slide down my legs, along with my panties. He takes his jeans off and boxers, too. All our clothes pile up on the floor by the bathroom counter.
Grabbing my hand, he leads us both into the shower and lets the water fall over me. His grin turns devilish as he moves closer to me. Picking up one of my legs he drapes it around his waist and with the opposite hand he trails it down my stomach and right before my opening between my thighs.
My breathing grows heavier with anticipation, and he grins at me knowing how turned on I am. Trailing his fingers over my opening he kisses me while pushing one finger inside. My lips part and I moan into his mouth.
“Always so wet for me.” he says into our kiss and suddenly I feel another finger slide inside me. This man knows what he is doing, and he is damn good at it.
Tilting his fingers up just slightly, I feel him hit my g-spot and I moan loudly. His cock get harder as it touches my stomach and I smile at the thought that his body responds to mine as much as mine does to his.
It is one hell of a turn on.
He turns the water off and picks me up, “Fuck this.” He says in a growl and carries me out of the shower and out of the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” I say hoarsely but laughing at the sudden change of scenery.
He walks us out into the hallway and then pushes my bedroom door open with his leg. He walks us over to my bed and lies me down while he crawls up me trailing kisses.
“I want to make love to you, Maggie.” He says to me, and tears glisten over my eyes.
No one has ever told me that before.
He searches my eyes, “Is that okay? To make love to the woman I love?” he says with a grin.
I grin back and grab his head pulling him to me to kiss him. “I love you, too.” I tell him and the sound that came from his throat was almost primal. Like an instinct wanting to take over. I spread my legs, and he drives in me in one movement. I feel myself stretch for him as though my body was ready for him. He kisses me passionately as he moves in and out of me, hard and fast, yet, slow and calm. My back arches as he hits the perfect spot and I feel my body tense.
“Not yet” he says, and he pulls out of me and turns me around. I”m on my knees with my ass in the air and head down in the pillows. In one big thrust he is back inside me, and I moan with acceptance. He feels amazing like this, and it hits that perfect spot in a whole new way.
My release builds and he tugs my hair, pulling my head back where he can lean down to kiss my neck. That”s all I need to let it all escape. My pussy molds down around his dick and my release milks his all at the same time. We come together and it is the most beautiful moment, full of love.
“I want to worship your body every day, Maggie.” Logan says as he rolls us over on our backs and pulls me into him.
I let my breathing catch up and I look at him, “Such a gentleman.” I kiss him on the cheek and lean into him, resting on his chest. His arm drapes around me and I feel safe, secure, and warm.
I wonder if this is the kind of love my biological parents had.
We lay in the bed, silent for a moment, and then he looks down at me, “Have you talked to your parents?”
I shake my head and tears fill my eyes. I am unsure if I have finished processing everything. I still have love in my heart for them, but I am also hurt and disappointed that they have lied to me for so long. I always felt different growing up. Like something didn’t fit. My whole personality was different from theirs. Maybe that’s why I have always tried to win their approval in different ways. I even agreed to marry Stephen because I knew that is what they wanted for the family, and their image. I never loved him, though. Not really. It was all to please my parents.
Now that I know the truth, I feel robbed of the life I could have had and the people I could have loved. And I’m not so sure I can forgive someone so easily for taking that away from me.
Logan lifts my chin to his and kisses me softly. “I’ll support whatever decision you make.” He kisses my forehead.
“I think my dad sent me to you. My biological dad.” I smile at him.
He smiles back, “Well, when we get there someday, I”ll be sure to thank him.”
Tears fill my eyes.
To be so devilish in bed, he is an angel to my heart.