16. Logan
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LOGAN
W here could she have been all night?
She left the party hours ago.
” Where were you?” I practically growl.
Shit, I didn’t mean to come off like that.
Her eyes widen in shock before they narrow. She doesn’t answer, just walks past me angrily.
” Serena, I’m talking to you.”
” I’m aware, but I don’t have to respond to your rudeness. I answer to no one.”
I inhale slowly before blowing it out. “I apologize. I didn’t mean to come off like a jerk. It’s just that you left without saying goodbye to me, and I was hoping that we could talk. I…was worried about you.”
” I left without saying bye because there wasn’t anything I could say without anger,” she snaps as she unlocks her door.
She walks in, leaving it open for me to follow.
That’s a good sign.
“I know you’re mad at me. You have every right to be. Please don’t let that keep you from letting me help with the eviction.”
” You can’t just throw money around and think it’ll solve all the problems.”
” Listen, I know that, but in this situation, it’s all I had. Brant is a damn good lawyer and…”
” About that, my sister says that I should accept your help because of that reason. She thinks that the two of them teaming up against Levy will be the end-all, be-all of him.”
” I think that’s a good idea. I don’t know your sister, but Logan gets shit done. Together, they can probably just get Levy and his buyer to back off. Brant’s really good at appealing to that sort of crowd.”
” Okay, then I’ll accept your help there, but it doesn’t make what you did okay, and it doesn’t mean that I forgive you.”
” Understood.”
She’s walking around her apartment, picking things up, unable to stand still.
Am I making her nervous?
I walk over and grab her wrist before I tug her into me.
“I really am sorry that I lied and put you in a shit position. My family…they’re infuriating, and I reacted. It’s not…it’s not that I did it for them. I…really care about you, and I want to see where this goes.”
“Logan, you went from being unsure if you were relationship material to putting us engaged. Do you have any idea what that looks like to me?”
“Like I’m a walking red flag?”
“Yes, and that you’re just using me to get back at your family and I’m not okay with that.”
“I wouldn’t be either. Please believe me when I tell you that’s not what this is.”
She gazes back into my eyes, searching for the truth, and hopefully, she sees it. The last thing I want is for her to think that I’m using her. It seems wild to think that I’ve fallen for her so quickly, but I have. I don’t want to jeopardize this with her.
I tip her chin up and smile softly. I brush my lips softly against hers before I tug her closer against me.
As her lips meet mine, I feel a rush of relief flooding through me. Her response is hesitant at first, but then she melts into the kiss, her hands coming up to rest on my chest. It's a moment of connection, of understanding passing between us without words.
When we finally pull away, she looks up at me with a mixture of emotions in her eyes. I can see the wariness there, the lingering doubt about my intentions. But I also see something else – a flicker of hope, of longing.
"Logan," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to believe you. I want to trust that this is real, that you're not just playing games with me."
I take her hands in mine and press a gentle kiss to her knuckles. "I promise you, Serena. This is real. I'm done with games—done with pretending to be someone I'm not. With you, it's different.”
She raises up on her toes and kisses me and this time, it’s a kiss full of passion and hunger. My hands go into her hair, deepening it as I feel her mold to me.
I pick her up and carry her to the couch.
“No. The bedroom,” she giggles as she points toward a door.
I chuckle as I pick her back up and throw her over my shoulder. She’s still giggling as I drop her gently onto the bed. I yank off my shirt and start undoing my pants.
She sits up, watching me intently as I do. Her fingers graze my stomach as she leans forward and kisses my abs. As I shuck my pants, her mouth goes to my already engorged cock, licking it gently as she swirls her tongue around the head.
I groan at her touch, my hands twitching as I try to fight the urge to thrust into her mouth. She must sense my struggle because she looks up at me with a smirk, her eyes shimmering with lust.
"What's the matter, Logan? Can't handle a little foreplay?" She purrs, running her fingers up and down my shaft.
I chuckle, my breath coming out ragged. "If this is foreplay, I'm not sure I can handle the main event."
“You’ll be fine,” she murmurs as she takes me into her mouth again.
Her hand cups my balls as she starts to play.
I'm lost in the sensation of her talented mouth and skilled hand, and I find myself thrusting into her mouth without thinking. Her eyes never leave mine as she continues, and I know she's enjoying this game as much as I am.
"Serena," I growl, my control slipping. "We need to stop."
She smiles wickedly, pulling away from me. "Why? Are you afraid of what comes next?"
"No," I admit, my voice hoarse. "I'm afraid of how much I want it."
She sits back on the bed, and I pull her up to me. I kiss her hungrily as both of us fight to get her clothes off her.
I need to be inside of her, to fill her.
Once her clothes are discarded onto the floor, I gently nudge her backward, so she falls onto the bed. I follow her.
I lower myself onto her, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. Our skin touches, and I gasp at the sensation, my arousal throbbing against her.
I kiss her deeply, exploring her mouth with my tongue, tasting her passion. My hands roam her body, feeling her curves, her skin, the marks of my love bites, the spots I had claimed as mine.
Serena moans into my mouth, her hands running through my hair, pulling me closer. She arches her back, inviting me to take her, to claim her as mine.
And I do. I enter her, feeling her warmth envelop me. My hands grip her hips, guiding me into her as I thrust.
Serena's eyes flutter, her mouth forming an 'O' as she takes me in. I watch her face as I move inside of her, seeing the passion in her expression and the desire in her eyes.
I grind against her, feeling her body respond to me, her hips meeting mine in perfect rhythm. She wraps her legs around my waist and holds onto me tightly, her nails digging into my skin. She begins to meet my thrusts, her hips rising for each one, our bodies moving in tandem.
I feel the rush of ecstasy build within me, the urgency of my release growing stronger. I thrust harder, faster, feeling the tension in my groin tighten, knowing release is near.
She cries out and arches her back, her body trembling as she reaches her climax.
The feeling of her muscles clenching around me pushes me over the edge. I let out a primal growl, but I slow down, wanting this to last longer. I flip her over, pushing her pelvis onto the bed so that she’s flat. I enter her again, slowly at first, the sensation of it a little overwhelming.
She lets out a low moan as her fingers dig into a nearby pillow. She wiggles backward, thrusting against me.
I groan, matching her rhythm as we both build up to the edge. I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me as she cries out in pleasure.
Her orgasm shakes me, and I know I'm not far behind. The sensation of her muscles clenching around me is too much, and I thrust harder and faster, feeling the release building.
I can feel her wetness coat my shaft with every thrust, her inner walls tight and velvety, wonderful around me. In this moment, I am lost to her—to us.
My hands grip her hips, pulling her back against me, meeting her thrusts. She moans loudly, her body trembling as she reaches the edge once again.
I feel my orgasm building up, the sensation of her walls clenching around me too much to handle. I start to thrust faster, harder, wanting to feel like this forever. I can already tell it's going to be overwhelming, but I don't care. Anything for her.
It hits me like a freight train, my climax washing over me in waves of pleasure. I groan out her name, clenching her hips as I thrust into her one last time before collapsing onto her, both of us panting heavily.
“Holy cow, I like angry sex,” she giggles as she rolls over.
“Was that what that was?”
“Yes, make me angry more often, please,” she teases.
“I thought the goal was not to do that.”
“We’ll work on that. Maybe we can mimic angry sex without being angry.”
I chuckle as I tug her into me. “Let’s do that instead.”
“I suppose that’s healthy.”
She puts her head on my chest, absently drawing circles on my stomach.
“I can tell my family that I lied about the engagement.”
She’s quiet for a moment, so long that I almost think she’s fallen asleep.
“You don’t have to do that,” she sighs. “If this also helps me to save my store, then I’m okay with it. Shoving your mom’s opinion up her ass is also a nice bonus.”
I chuckle as I kiss the top of her head. “I’m going to do everything I can to save your store.”
“There’s no dating anyone else. This may be a fake engagement, but there will be no room for doubt anywhere else.”
“Absolutely.”
“Okay, I guess I’m your fiancé.”
I pull her in tighter.
Maybe it’s a fake engagement right now, but it won’t be long before it’s the real thing. I’ve fallen for her.