Chapter 20
LOGAN
Hey, Waves. Any chance you can
keep Maggie for the night?
Had a little too much to drink.
Of course. She’s already sound asleep.
And my hot date consists of two
vampire brothers who share
the same girl.
Like at the same time?
No. That would be weird.
Yeah, because that’s the part
of that statement that sounds off.
Whatever.
Use condoms, big brother.
Lots of them.
Too drunk to drive, little sister.
Nobody said anything about condoms.
Have you seen your wife?
I don’t swing that way, and I’d
probably do her, given the chance.
Hence—condoms!
Whatever. Monica isn’t supposed
to be there to pick up Maggie for
her first visit until two o’clock.
We’ll be home before breakfast.
Way to kill the mood.
I feel bad for your wife.
She’s got no complaints.
—Text from Logan to Waverly
Ifollow Olivia up the stairs of her house, the one I didn’t step foot inside the last time I was here, and stop once we do step inside. “Uhh . . . Liv?”
She spins around to face me and takes both my hands in hers, smiling from ear to beautiful ear. “Not what you expected?”
“It’s . . . uh . . . I guess I wasn’t expecting so much . . . pink.”
“Why?” She stops and presses her lips to mine, still smiling, and goddamn, I like this side of her.
The one that seems carefree instead of crushed under the weight of her world.
“Serena and I like calming colors. Cool tones.” She shrugs one delicate shoulder, and the strap of her dress falls, exposing even more tempting skin.
“Pinks, whites, some icy greens and blues mixed with the occasional blacks.” Another shrug.
“We have a definite aesthetic we were going for. Now come on.”
My wife kisses me again, like she can’t help herself, and tugs me behind her up the open stairway.
She points to her left. “Guest room.” She motions farther down.
“Guest bath.” Then to the room after that.
“Serena’s room.” This beautiful woman beams and points to the other side.
“Our shared office. Another bath.” And the smile that lights her face as she pulls me behind her to the end of the hall stops my fucking breath. “And this is my room.”
We step inside, and it’s like I’ve pulled back the curtain revealing the real Wizard of Oz.
A white and gray wooden bed sits in the middle of the room beneath a large crystal chandelier.
A white duvet covering it with a pale-blue coverlet folded at the foot.
A matching blue chair sits next to double-glass doors framed by sheer white drapes, and an antique vanity sits opposite them on the far wall.
Everything seems to be perfectly organized and in its place.
Shiny silver-framed pictures sit atop the single dresser in the room.
Serena and her, I’m guessing about fourteen years old, hugging, on the middle of the Philadelphia Kings football field.
Her with her brother and sister at her college graduation.
A small silver box with a crown engraved on it —a jewelry box, maybe—is the only other thing taking up any space.
“You done snooping yet, Adler?”
“You don’t leave much out to snoop through, St. James.” I prowl across the room, stopping just short of grabbing her by the waist and throwing her onto the bed. “Worried I might find something?”
Her hair falls in front of her face as she shakes her head and drops both straps of her dress. “I’ll take my chances.”
She reaches behind herself and pulls down her zipper, then lets her dress fall to the floor, pooling around her feet. Her rosy-pink nipples are peaked and perfect and waiting to be tasted. To be fucking worshipped. “Do you remember when you asked me if I wanted help in the shower earlier, Logan?”
I nod, worried that whatever I say won’t be right and we’ll somehow revert back to who we were a day ago instead of who I want us to be now.
Olivia slips out of those damn high heels and takes a few steps to the door I’m assuming leads to her bathroom. “Well, I think I could use your help.”
My entire body locks as I watch her walk through that door. An extra sway in each step she takes, and I momentarily wonder if it’s possible to swallow your tongue or if it’s just a figure of speech.
I catch up to her in two long strides and watch as she opens the glass shower door and turns both overhead sprays and all six body sprays on to max heat. She smiles up at me. “You’re overdressed, husband. How about I help you with that?”
She shoves my jacket over my shoulders, then flutters her lashes and slowly unbuttons each button of my shirt before that follows my jacket to the tile floor.
In my next breath, my pants are gone, and Olivia’s grabbing an unopened box of condoms from under her sink.
“Before you get any ideas, these were a housewarming gift from Brynlee when Serena and I moved in. She told me it was better to have them and not need them than to need them and not have them.” She pulls one free and holds it up, showing off the size.
“Clearly, she was hoping the man I’d need them with would have a dick the size of yours. ”
I take it from her hands and toss it to the floor, anger pulsing through my veins at the thought of her with another man. “I’m the only man you’ll be using those with, Liv. You got me?”
“Feeling possessive, Logan?”
I pick her up and walk her into the shower, the water hot and already fogging up the glass.
“You sleep in my bed, wear my ring when you fucking feel like it, and whether you want it or not, my last name is yours, Olivia.” I pull her against me so she can feel just what she’s doing to me, again.
“Yeah, I’m feeling possessive—because I am possessive. But. Only. Of. You.”
She reaches behind me and grabs a yellow bottle, squeezing the honey-scented shampoo onto my hand, and I turn her around and massage it into her gloriously long hair. “I fucking love your hair, Liv.”
Her entire body relaxes against mine. “I love when you call me Liv, Logan.”
A moment passes and then another as I wash the shampoo out, enjoying the silence and the closeness. Watching the suds sluice down her skin before repeating the process with the conditioner.
And just when I wonder how long this kind of peace can last, my little firecracker turns slowly back around and drops to her knees in front of me, a wicked smile spreading across her beautiful face as droplets of water cling to her long lashes. “My turn, Adler.”
Gently, I push her hair away from her face, gathering it in my hand, and soak in the sight before me. “You gonna open that smart mouth for me, Liv?”
She blinks, and her chest flushes red under the hot water. “Yes, sir.”
“Such a fucking good girl.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, she parts her pretty pink lips and swirls her tongue along the length of my throbbing cock, teasing the head. A smile tugs her lips when her small hand doesn’t wrap entirely around the base.
Fucking hell . . .
This woman on her knees is every fucking fantasy I’ve ever had come to life.
And I’ve had a lot of fantasies over the years that involved her.
Olivia sits back on her heels and takes my other hand in hers, guiding it to the back of my head. “Help me, Logan. Show me what you like.”
Shocked, I dig my fingers into her hair and tip her head back to look at me. “You giving up control, Olivia?”
Can’t say that’s something I ever expected.
She blinks and licks her lips as the water pounds down over us. “Only to you, Logan.”
“Christ,” I growl as thundering need rips through me.
Liv drags her tongue up the length of my cock, then takes me down the back of her throat, moaning.
“That’s it, Livvy.” I pull back, then slowly fuck her face. My eyes lock on hers as hot tears fall from her eyes, and she gags, moaning, and twists her hand, taking me harder, deeper with each thrust of my hips.
White-hot need pulls from the base of my spine, and I lean a hand against the tile wall for support. “Fuck, Liv . . .”
I pull back, forcing her off me, unwilling to come.
Not yet.
Not until I’m buried in her tight pussy, and she’s spread out on her fucking bed before me.
“What? Did I do something wrong?”
“Jesus, no.” I lift her from her knees, wrap her legs around my hips, and swallow her moan as my cock kisses her cunt. “I left the condom out there, and I swear to God if I don’t fuck you right now, I might lose my damn mind.”
Olivia licks up the length of my neck and drags her teeth over my ear. “Then grab the whole fucking box and let’s put them to good use, Adler.”
My fingers dig into her perfect heart-shaped ass, and I turn off the water and grab the box, then walk into her bedroom and gently lay her on that pristine white blanket. Time to get it dirty.
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you, Olivia?” I toss the condoms to the nightstand and throw a strip of them on the bed beside her.
“Only for you.” She plants her feet on the mattress and lets her thighs fall open. “I’ve been desperate for you for weeks, Logan. Before I even wanted to admit it to myself. Before there was any chance I could admit it to you. Please don’t make me wait.”
With a smile, I settle between her legs and kiss one foot, then the other, throwing both legs over my shoulders and burying my face in her pussy.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, wife,” I growl against the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Sucking her clit harder each time she squirms. Filling her with my fingers, then pulling out as soon as she gets close, over and over, until she’s throbbing and swollen and begging for more.
With a quick flick of my wrist, I slap her pussy, and she bows off the bed, her nails scoring my scalp and pulling my hair as she chants my name.
Olivia St. James begging beneath me may just be the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. But I’m not done. Not even close. I’ve fantasized about this woman since I was eighteen years old, a lifetime of this won’t ever be enough.
I pull away and tear open a condom just as a door slams downstairs.
“Olivia—” Serena calls out, and Liv’s eyes widen in horror, then shutter with disappointment. “Livvy, are you here?”
My beautiful wife drops her body back down to the bed and throws her head back for a quick moment. When she opens her eyes, I know it’s about to be a long night, but not in the way I had planned. “I’m so sorry,” she whispers, sitting up and pressing her lips to mine. “But I have to.”
I palm the back of her head, deepening our kiss for a split second. “Take care of your cousin. I’m not going anywhere.”
I feel her smile without ever seeing it before she gets up, throws on a robe, and heads downstairs.
Not sure when it happened, but I’m pretty sure I’ve fallen hard for my wife.
Guess that means I better accept that she already comes with her own significant other.