Chapter 26 #2
"I don't think we need to worry about clothes until Sunday night," Logan reminded her, making Sabby laugh and Jess groan.
"I'm going to need a lot of beer," she mock complained before walking back to the fire team. "Beer's on me!"
Logan and Sabby left the alley to the cheers of the others, climbing into his truck. When the door was closed, Logan looked over. "We can stop at your house if you want, pick up something more casual."
"Pssh, you were right," Sabby replied, grinning. "I don't plan on wearing many clothes this weekend."
The drive to the bed and breakfast flew by, and as they were shown to their room, Sabby felt her breath taken away. It was a quiet, beautiful little cabin, maybe a little rustic... but it was theirs.
"Think we can get a home like this?" Sabby asked Logan. "You know, in the future?"
"I figure we'll probably start in base housing... but yeah. You want it, we'll make it happen," Logan assured her. He turned to her, pulling her close. "Now, just where were we in the bowling alley again?"
"Something like this." She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "You know, I like these boots. Makes it easier to kiss you."
"Then keep them on, my rock goddess." Logan ran his hands down her back. "I think they're sexy as fuck."
Sabby purred, biting her lip. "A lot of folks are going to say we've got some kinky shit going down."
"And?" Logan asked. "Unless we invite them into our bedroom, it don't matter. And no, I'm not saying I want to invite anyone else to join us. You're all the woman and all the lover I'll ever need."
Sabby loved his answer, and as they kissed their hands were busy as well, undoing buttons, loosening laces, and eventually letting their clothes fall to the floor.
Logan was last, pushing his boots off to let him get his black jeans off while Sabby lay back on the bed, her boots still on waiting for the man who was to become her husband.
Logan crawled up the bed, holding his body over hers as he looked into her eyes.
"Say it again," he whispered. "Say you'll marry me."
Looking up at him, Sabby felt a wave of emotion so powerful it nearly overwhelmed her.
This man, who'd stood by her and loved her for who she was, would be hers forever.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him closer as she whispered, "I'm never, ever letting you go, Logan.
I love you, and I'm going to be your wife. "
The sound that came from Logan's throat was half sigh, half sob of happiness, and when he kissed her it was the tenderest, most soulful kiss she'd ever felt.
They stayed that way, their mouths soulfully exploring each other and their bodies pressed together until Sabby felt something warm and hard pressing against her center.
"Mmmm... does my future husband find slow kissing a turn on?" she asked, wiggling her hips. His tip brushed against her clit and she moaned, wetness seeping out to coat him. "Does he want to make love with me?"
"I do." Logan rubbed back and forth along her slit. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," Sabby said. "No condom, Logan. I took my pill this morning, and I want to feel you inside me the right way again."
Logan nodded, brushing her hair back from over her face. As he adjusted his hips and pressed into her, Sabby felt something she'd never felt before.
Complete.
Whether it was the emotional significance of their engagement or the physical intimacy of being together without barriers, this moment felt different from any they'd shared before.
She loved the feeling of him entering her, the way her body stretched to accommodate him, the slight resistance as he pushed past her entrance, and the weight of his body slowly increasing as he filled her more and more.
When he'd filled her all the way he held her, smiling as he looked into her face. "So what do you think of kids?"
Sabby chuckled, and clenched her inner walls around him.
"I think when the time's right, you're going to be giving all the baby batter we want. For now though, I just want you."
Logan pulled back and thrust into her deeply again, both of them moaning at the feeling.
Pulling back slightly, he held her pinned to the bed, his body rubbing over hers as he thrust again and again, taking his time as they drew out their passion.
It was something totally new, taking their time and letting the fire build inside them over a slow, long burn.
Sweat dotted Sabby's forehead as they sped up, her heart beating faster in her chest as she dug the heels of her boots into Logan's hips, urging him faster and deeper.
The feeling of his chest rubbing against hers, his hips grinding against hers as he stroked in and out of her body had her pulsing with pleasure, and when she unlocked her feet to pull her knees up higher, they both were ready to explode.
Logan grabbed her thighs, pinning her knees back as he stroked deep, fast and hard now, the bed squeaking with the power of each thrust until Sabby thought the furniture might break. She didn't care, she just wanted more, and more, and more.
"So fucking good," Logan growled as he swelled inside her. "You ready, baby?"
"Fuck yeah," Sabby panted, her body trembling.
Logan thrust hard, groaning as his climax hit him, and Sabby was swept away.
The heat, the feeling of his seed filling her, his pulsing deep inside her was too much, and she felt the world swim at the power of her climax.
Her breath stopped, and time froze as she joined completely and totally with the man of her life.
She was complete.
When the world started up again, he was still inside her, a goofy grin on his face as he looked down at her. "You back?"
"How long was I out?" she asked. "Did I really pass out?"
"Just a moment or two I think," Logan said. "I was pretty out there myself."
"You know," she said, "I always assumed that having the same lover long term meant that sex would eventually become routine. Pleasant, but routine. You're not routine."
"Good." Logan kissed her again. "Because whatever you want, whatever you like... I'm down, Sabby. My rock goddess."
"Mmm... goddesses like to be worshiped," she purred, stroking the back of his neck with her fingers. "How about we start with that steak dinner, and then you can worship me some more?"
"And how would you like to be worshiped?" Logan asked, smirking as he heard her playful tone. "On my knees?"
"I think we can let our imagination figure something out," Sabby assured him. "My future husband."
Logan kissed her again, smiling. "My future wife."
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