Chapter 22
TWENTY-TWO
Elizabeth
"I want more, Logan," I tell him as I bounce up and down in his lap.
He is more than ready to oblige, pushing his hips higher as his heels dig into the mattress. His hands are on my breasts, with his fingers squeezing my nipples in an almost painful way.
The pleasure invades my body, but there’s just that ultimate goal that seems to be out of reach. No matter how hard I try, I just can’t come.
I look down at Logan, watching the sweat running down his body, making him look hotter yet. Everything that he does to me is a turn on, that’s why it is so frustrating that I can’t get what I want out of this.
Suddenly, he lifts me up and slams my back against the mattress. He moves so fast, that I don’t even know which way is up. The loss of him inside of me is painful, it’s a void that nobody else can ever fill.
"What are you doing?" I ask when he hovers over me and sinks his teeth into my left breast. The bite is just enough to get me going again, so I bring my legs and wrap them around his waist, hoping that we are on the same page, and he will just slide back into me.
Unfortunately, he seems to have other plans.
"You are so beautiful," he murmurs against my overheated skin. "You are my fantasy come to life. I want you all the time…" His words touch me in places inside of me that make my love for him grow.
He licks down my body until he reaches my hip bones.
He places open mouthed kisses on each one, then runs his tongue in between them and across my lower belly, leaving a wet mark behind.
I feel my juices flowing and wet the bed.
Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t like that at all.
But I am too much out of my head to care about anything remotely sanitary.
Without much warning, he places his thumbs on each side of my pussy, spreading me out to him.
Then, I watch as his tongue comes out and licks my most sensitive spot.
It’s like electric shocks going through my body, but they stop before I have a chance to make the most of them.
He repositions himself in between my legs, his mouth seeking my opening, and his eyes glaze over with pleasure at the prospect of licking me clean
"Logan!" My voice bounces off the walls when his mouth finally makes contact. My hands dive into his hair, pulling hard, but unable to help myself.
The tip of his tongue dips inside of me, going in deeper and deeper until his entire mouth is on me. He drinks me like I am the last glass of water on earth.
I let go of his hair, bringing my arms above my head.
My hands find the bars on his headboard, and I clutch them like my life depends on it.
Logan‘s hands are now on my legs, spreading me out to the point where it’s a little painful, but I don’t care.
I want him to do everything to me until we are both spent and happy.
He continues his ministrations on the most private part of my body until I have literal tears running down my face.
I crave my orgasm, and I am convinced that I will die if it doesn’t happen.
Just when I think that I can’t handle anymore, Logan sits up on his knees.
He lifts one leg while straddling the other, the tip of his cock perfectly lined up with my entrance.
"Logan," I think I say. My vocal cords don’t seem to want to work.
He stares at me with his hair all over the place, eyes burning holes into my very soul. My vision goes blurry when he finally pushes inside of me. His head drops back and eyes close while his hips get to work.
I have no idea if it is the position he has me in, or just the way he prepped me for it, but I suddenly can't think straight.
I am in a completely different headspace where I am floating up in the clouds.
The only other human in my universe is Logan Mantei, and he makes me the happiest I have ever been in my entire life.
"Logan," I somehow manage to croak out just as I let go. "I love you..." At least I think I say that last part.
My body feels weightless as Logan drops my one leg before positioning himself in between my thighs.
I continue my tight grip on the headboard while he pounces into me.
Before long, his movements become more erratic until he finally lets go.
Even after he comes, his hips continue moving for a while, more out of reflex than anything else.
"I love you, too," he murmurs against my ear right before placing the sweetest kiss on my lips.
He becomes aware of his weight on me and moves to the side, with both of us hissing in protest when he slips out of me.
I force myself to let go of the bars on the headboard, my arms tingling now that I am becoming aware of my surroundings once again.
We both turn on our sides to face each other, and I smile when I see the worried look on his face.
“Are you okay?” he asks, the worry in his voice obvious.
I give him a coy, albeit tired, smile. “If I was any better, I would pass out.”
He runs a gentle finger over my hair before pushing it behind my ear. “We don’t want that.”
His dimple makes an appearance when he lets out a little smirk, and my eyes focus on it until that is the only thing I see. It’s mostly because I need to distract myself with something. Tonight was a complete disaster.
“We should probably talk about what happened earlier with your father,” Logan suggests. It’s like he can see the wheels turning in my head, and he knows exactly the thoughts they stir inside.
I let out a shuddering breath. “It felt strange seeing him after so long,” I say.
I don’t add the fact that it made me miss my father tremendously, more so than before.
The reminder that our relationship is broken hurts my heart.
We used to be so close, which is why I was shocked by the way he reacted to Logan when he found out about us.
I never expected that. In fact, I thought he’d get over it within a day, then we’d all be happy doing our respective things.
I didn’t think he would get as far as terminating Logan’s contract just to make sure he stayed away from me.
It appears that I surprised him as well. He never imagined that I would just leave and follow Logan all the way to Texas. I never saw myself as that type of person either until I was in the situation.
“He is still angry about the whole thing.”
Logan sounds slightly concerned when he says that, making me frown.
“He can’t do anything to us, Lo.” My voice comes out stronger than I feel. “And he especially can’t do anything to you,” I make sure to say. “If he does, I swear I will go to the press. If nothing else, it’ll cause a big scandal, and he hates that kind of stuff.”
Logan rolls his eyes at me as he fights the beginning of a smile. “I’m not worried about me, you little nut,” he says. “I just don’t want his words to get into your head.”
I sigh at that. It’s too late because they already have.
I was feeling insecure to begin with, given me losing my job and now having to depend on Logan for a lot of things, and most of all for emotional support.
My father made it sound like I would never be able to stand on my own two feet. What if he is right?
“I need to focus more on my work,” I say, seemingly out of nowhere. “The one gallery in Austin seemed more interested than the other. They might be able to help me.”
I am wide awake, focused on what I need to do. In fact, I should write it all down.
With sudden moves, I roll over and throw the sheets off me. I rush to the bathroom where I grab a robe off the hook on the back of the door. I should take a shower, too, but I don’t want to forget what I’m thinking right now.
“Elizabeth?” Logan calls out after me. “What are you doing?”
I walk back into the bedroom only to find him in a sitting position in bed, surrounded by the rumpled bedding.
Instead of responding to him, I power walk out of the room and straight for where my makeshift studio is. The tile flooring is cool under my feet, a welcome feeling as I am overheated after our earlier exertions.
I pull the lid off a box, digging in there for a new large drawing pad I just purchased. Bringing it out, I place it on the easel in the corner and flip it to the first page.
There’s shuffling behind me. “Lizzie?” Logan speaks right next to me, making me jump. He is standing here naked and unbothered by the fact.
“I need something to write with,” I tell him.
The confusion on his face is epic. He just stares and doesn’t move an inch.
“It’s almost midnight,” he finally says. “Can’t you write whatever you need to write tomorrow?”
I shake my head at him. “No. It needs to be right now while it’s still fresh in my head.”
Scratching at his head, he leaves the room, presumably in search of a pen. While he does that, I try to keep my mental list refreshed, scared that the few precious minutes it’ll take me to write it all down will be enough for everything to be erased from my brain.
“I got a Sharpie…”
“Perfect!” I snatch it from his hand before he has time to say more. Running to the easel where my drawing pad is set up, I pull the cap off but then pause just as the tip is about to touch the paper.
“Not gonna lie, babe,” Logan mumbles from behind me. “You’re scaring me a little right now.”
Instead of responding to him, I take a deep breath in and start writing.
At first, the tip of the marker on the paper gives me the chills.
It is the equivalent of what I would imagine chalk on a blackboard would be.
At least that’s how my father always described it.
We had a whiteboard with markers when I was in school, so I don’t know.
I write furiously with bullet points, then more bullet points to the bullet points. At some point, I run out of paper and need to flip the page over. My shoulder is a bit stiff after a while, and my fingers are cramping as they hold the marker. By the time I am done, I am completely breathless.
Dropping the marker to the floor, I flip the pad back to the first page and start reading what I just wrote. I squint as I try to make out the words, and some things don’t make sense at all. I pause and start reading again, but I get the same results.
There’s pain in my chest as I feel something like a panic attack taking over. I press a hand over my heart and look away from the easel.
“I am literally incapable of anything,” I mumble, then burst into tears.
“Baby!” Logan catches me just as I start crashing to the floor. He cushions the fall with his body, then just holds me as I cry my heart out.
“It all made sense in my head,” I sob. “I can’t even figure out what I wrote. No wonder he thinks I’m an idiot.”
Logan continues holding me, keeping my head close to his chest.
“You’re not an idiot, baby. You are smart, and you are so talented,” he whispers in my ear. “This was a long day, and it’s almost midnight. You are stressed out…”
I nod at everything he says, but I’m still not sure that he’s right. If I was as smart as he thinks that I am, I wouldn’t be in this situation. I am as helpless as a small child.
“What am I going to do, Logan?” I wail. “What if things don’t work out with my paintings?” I ask. “And what if things between us don’t work out? I will have to go back to him for help.”
Pulling my head back a little, I use the sleeve of my robe to wipe at my nose. My face feels swollen from crying, and I’m sure I look like a mess.
Logan’s arms tighten more around me. “You’re not going anywhere,” he tells me in a firm voice. “Are you telling me that you followed me all the way here only to give up now?” I know he’s teasing me, but I can’t even smile.
I sniffle into his chest. “I wouldn’t have had to follow you anywhere had I not pursued you to begin with,” I remind him. “I ruined your life.”
That seems to anger him. He grabs me by the arms and puts only enough distance between us so he could see my face.
“Are you saying that my love for you means nothing?” he demands to know. “That you’re the only one who ever had any control over our relationship?”
His words make me sound awful and like… Like I am my father’s daughter. I drop my face in my hands and cry some more.
“I am just like him,” I wail. “Except that I don’t have his money. And that’s the only thing he has to hold over my head.”
Logan gives me a disappointed look. “No one is holding anything over your head, Lizzie. The fact that he wanted to talk to you tonight tells me that he cares…”
I snort at that. “He cares about seeing me miserable,” I tell him.
Logan sighs and pulls me back into his arms. He rocks me from side to side as he tries to calm me down. He tries to do anything in his power to make me feel better, and I try to assure him that I am okay.
But, deep down, I don’t know how I can be.