Chapter 56
fifty-six
LOGAN
We ordered greasy burgers and milkshakes after everyone took long showers. I put on a comedy, and we sat around the couches eating, but I’m not sure any of us caught even half of the plot. We were all too stuck in our heads.
“I’m gonna go to bed,” Reed says with a yawn a little before ten.
“Okay, Reedy.” Blair rises with him and pulls him into a tight hug that lasts longer than he’d probably allow if it had been a normal day. “I love you.”
“Love you too, Blair-Bear.” Reed looks at me, a little unsure.
The kid wants a hug? No way in hell am I going to deny him. I push off the couch and squeeze him tight. “Love you, Reed. I’m glad you’re here.”
“Love you too,” he replies, voice cracking. “Don’t make it weird.”
Laughing, I let him go and watch him amble down the hall and into the room that’s now his. When I turn, I find Blair watching me. Her beautiful brown eyes are warm and filled with an emotion I’ll never tire of seeing. Love. Her face is soft with it, luminous, despite her exhaustion.
Extending a hand, I offer her my palm. “Come on, angel.”
She laces her fingers with mine without hesitation and lets me lead her down the hall and into my bedroom. Our bedroom, now. When the door shuts with a soft snick, I drop her hand so I can wrap my arms around her.
Tremors vibrate through my muscles as the events of the day finally catch up with me. I’ve done my best to hold it together for everyone, especially Reed, but here in the quiet, all the fear, the stress, the sheer fucking heaviness of the day is crushing.
“Logan?” Blair’s fingers skim over my back as she rubs reassuring circles over my taut muscles. “What’s wrong?”
“We’d just painted everything.”
She’s silent for a beat. “What?”
“Your apartment. We’d just painted everything.
” My throat is so tight, it’s a struggle to get the words out.
It’s difficult to get air in, and I work to suck in as many lungfuls as I can.
But it’s not enough. “And all of your things are ruined. What if they can’t salvage any of your parents’ things? Your photos…”
My grip on Blair tightens, but if it hurts, she doesn’t let it show. “Things can be replaced.”
“No. No, some things can’t be.” I’m practically gasping for air now and the room is starting to swim. Blair lurches beneath my weight when my legs buckle, and we both go down, sinking to our knees on the floor beside the door to my room. “Sometimes you lose things and they’re just gone.”
“Oh, babe.” Blair crawls into my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck. It brings us nose to nose, and those stunning, earthen eyes of hers see everything. “You’re not going to lose me. Or Reed.”
A sob tears its way out of my throat. “I almost did.”
“But you got to us in time. You were there. You were there, and you got us out.” She presses kisses to my face. My forehead, my cheeks, my eyelids. “And now we’re here, where we belong, and we’re not going anywhere.”
“Promise?” My voice cracks on the word, and I tighten my arms around her to hold the pieces of myself together.
“Logan,” she says, her palms coming up to cup my face, her expression so open and genuine, “I promise. I’m yours.
We are yours. We’re not going anywhere. I love you.
” Her lips twitch before pulling up in the corners.
“If a crazy stalker who wanted to kill me couldn’t scare me away, I don’t think anything you could do will. ”
“She almost took you from me,” I whisper. My fingers seek out the hem of her shirt and slip beneath it. I need to feel her warm skin. I need to remind myself that she’s here, she’s safe, and she’s whole.
“I’m here,” she croons, thumbs caressing my cheeks. Somehow, they’re damp. Moisture spreads across my cheeks, but I don’t care. “I’m here.”
And then my mouth is on hers. I kiss her so hard, our teeth clack together, but she doesn’t pull away. She opens for me, her tongue dancing with mine as I ground myself in the feel and taste of her.
I need her. All of her.
Blair’s legs wrap around my hips when I push to my feet, still holding her. Trusting me to support her, she drops her hands to the waistband of my joggers and pushes them off my waist. She swallows the strangled sound I make into her mouth when she wraps a hand around my cock.
I set her down only long enough to rip the clothes off her body and mine, then I wrap my arms around her waist and tug her onto my lap when I sit down on the edge of the bed.
Her wet pussy slides over the length of my dick, and she hisses when the balls of my barbell piercings bump against her clit.
“Need you,” I growl against her lips. “Now.”
“Then take me, Logan. I’m yours.” She’s so soft and warm, her beautiful tawny skin flushed with arousal. Her nipples pebble, tightening as she undulates in my lap, her chest rubbing across mine.
I’ll never get enough of this. Of her.
“Not gonna be able to go slow,” I warn her, kissing along her jaw and down her neck when she tilts her head, granting me access.
“Good.”
Blair lifts onto her knees, and I hiss when her fingers wrap around my dick again. She lines me up at her entrance, then with a sexy little gasp, she sinks down, working her tight, wet pussy over my length until I’m fully seated inside of her.
“Oh shit.” My fingers dig into her hips, holding her in place while I suck in a few deep breaths and try to get control of myself. All the fear that strangled me earlier is still riding me, making me frantic. If I let myself lose control, nothing about this will be gentle.
“I love you,” Blair whispers. “Now stop trying to hold yourself back. I need to feel you everywhere. Make me forget everything.”
When her voice wavers on that last request, I know I’m not the only one still struggling with fear from everything that happened today. We both need this. So I don’t hold back.
Blair gasps when I use my grip on her hips to drag her up my length before pushing her back down. Her breasts bounce, and my dick grows even harder inside of her. “Yes.”
“Bounce on my cock, angel.” I bend down and suck a nipple into my mouth as I continue dragging her up and down my dick. She works with me, lifting up, then letting me pull her down, hard. Every time I bottom out, she gasps and moans.
It’s fucking torture in the best way.
“You’re so beautiful. Look at you.”
“Logan…” Her nails dig into my shoulders. I welcome the bite of pain. It’s proof that she’s here. She’s safe. She’s in my arms and my bed, and she’s never leaving.
Reaching between us, I rub circles over her clit with my thumb as I fuck her. Sweat glistens on her skin, and I lean down and lick it off her chest. “Love you.”
“I love you too,” she gasps. Her eyes squeeze shut when I increase the pressure on her clit.
I’m so fucking frantic for her, I won’t last much longer. Pressure is already building at the base of my spine, and I clench my jaw, trying to hold on longer. She feels so good. So soft and warm. So wet.
“Oh. I’m so close,” she gasps. “God, Logan.”
My hips buck as I fuck her. I rub tighter and faster circles against her clit and revel in the needy, desperate sounds she’s trying so hard to keep quiet.
She’s not quiet.
“You gonna come for me, baby? Gonna come all over my cock? Give me those pretty sounds. Let me have it.”
“Fuck. Oh, fuck,” she cries, her movements frantic.
When she clamps down and her pussy flutters around me, eyes squeezing shut, I let myself go too. “Yes, angel. Let go.”
“I’m gonna come,” she cries. Her back arches, pushing her breasts up. And when I bend down and gently bite the swell of one of them, she shatters. “Logan!”
Her pussy grips me in waves, pulsing around me, demanding I follow her into pleasure. And I do. Every muscle in my body tightens as I rut up into her. I teeter on the edge of a cliff for one blissful, anticipatory moment before I fall off with her.
“Shit,” I grunt, bucking my hips as tingles radiate out from the base of my spine.
She’s still rippling around me when my dick jerks and I spill inside her.
The sweet scent of her fills my nose as I press my face into her neck as I come, the horrors of the day forgotten as I lose myself in her and she loses herself in me.
It’s one of the most intense orgasms of my life, and I’m shaking when I start to come down from it. Or maybe Blair’s the one shaking. I tighten my arms around her, holding her tight as I soften inside of her.
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” she whispers.
“I’m never letting you go, you know.”
She shakes with quiet laughter in my arms. “You’d better not.”
“There’s no getting rid of me now.”
I hold her like that until the mess we’ve made becomes uncomfortable, then I carry her to the bathroom and clean us both off.
I take my time, gently cleaning her, memorizing the moment.
The way her skin glistens with sweat, turning luminous under the lights.
The way her eyes soften when they meet mine.
The lazy, content smile that’s just the slightest bit higher on the right side of her mouth.
I commit every last detail to memory, knowing this is the first of many nights just like this.
Because I believe Blair when she says she’ll never leave.
My nights trawling bars have ended. I’ve broken every single rule in my handwritten book.
I’m going to take this woman to bed with me every night for the rest of my life and wake up with her beside me every morning.
I’ll learn each of her quirks and idiosyncrasies, and she’ll learn mine.
We’ll fall into routines and spend evenings shuttling Reed to and from football practice and games.
We’ll argue about who used the last square of toilet paper and forgot to change the roll.
Months will pass, then years, and decades.
It’ll be normal and mundane and predictable.
Nothing has ever excited me more.