Chapter Twenty Four
Is it love
Logan and I spend a few more hours in Sage Valley and then, reluctantly, head home.
Despite my urge to stay, it’s getting late and I have adult things I need to do.
We stop and pick up Pudding, say hi to Sarah and Hazel, then Logan brings me back to my apartment.
It was just going on 7pm when we got back and, I know that’s still pretty early, but I’m ready to go to sleep.
I walk through the door, and a sense of discomfort instantly fills me.
Why? Why can't I feel the same type of peace here that I felt there?
Pudding runs and lays down in his bed, falling asleep almost instantly. The poor guy is tuckered out from playing with Hazel all day.
I grab wine and glasses from the fridge, then slump down onto the couch.
“What's wrong?” Logan asks as he sits down next to me. “You were the most relaxed I’ve seen you today, what changed?”
I look over at him suddenly feeling guilty about how I’m feeling.
This town is supposed to be my home.
So why doesn't it feel like that anymore?
I take a breath. “Do you ever get the urge to just start over?”
Logans eyes me carefully, and scratches the back of his neck.
“Yes. All the time.” he says, and waits for me to add more.
“Really?”
“Oh yeah. Look at me. I’m 35 years old, living in my sister's spare bedroom, currently unemployed. I think about starting over all the time.”
“How would you do it? If you did." I ask him.
I watch him contemplate, his lips pursed.
“I would build a house, on a plot of land. Or at least buy a house that has land, and renovate it. Then find what I love, and figure out how to make a living off of that.”
“What do you love?” I ask him, my voice cracking slightly.
His eyes meet mine, and he opens his mouth to say something, but then shuts it.
After a minute, he says, “I love to cook. And I love to build things.”
“Build things? Like what?”
He smiles, “Before I enlisted, I was making wooden furniture: tables, bookshelves, things like that. I sold a few pieces, but never enough. Cooking though, That’s what I have a real passion for.”
“Have you ever thought of opening a restaurant? Or a food truck?”
He waves a hand, “I’ve thought about it, but that's so much work. After everything happened, I kind of lost all motivation to do things like that.”
“Ok, well what's something that's not a lot of work that you want to do?”
“Honestly?”
I nod.
“I just want to live.” he says. “I want to enjoy life, and just be. I want to watch the sunset by a fire, surrounded by the people I love.” his eyes flick to mine, and my heart stutters.
“I want to stargaze under the moon, eat good food, make a lot of love,” he winks at me, “and just..live. Being in the military really showed me how much I took life for granted. I’m still here; I don't want to waste a second.”
My heart beats a little faster as I look at him. His eyes drop down to my lips, then he leans in, pressing a soft kiss on my mouth.
“Most importantly,” he whispers, “I want you in my life, with me.”
My eyes dart back and forth between his, then down to his lips, and back up.
“You do?”
Logan leans his forehead in so it's resting on mine.
“More than anything.”
I feel my heart beat start to pick up as my core heats. The effect this man has on me is like nothing I've ever experienced. I press a kiss to his lips, sliding my hands up to the sides of his face.
“I think..” I pause, swallowing the lump in my throat. “I think I’d like that.”
Logan's arms wrap around my waist, hoisting me up into his lap so I’m straddling him.
As soon as I sit down, I feel his erection under me, which only fuels me more.
I grind against him, causing a moan to escape his lips.
God, I love that sound.
He moans into my mouth, his tongue tangled with mine, and I can't help but moan back.
I lean back, pulling my shirt over my head, exposing my chest.
His eyes devour me just before his mouth does.
My head falls back, enjoying all the pleasure as my fingers tangle in his hair.
“Take these off.” he mumbles, tugging at my pants.
I do as he says, standing up and sliding my pants and underwear to the floor.
“Your turn.” I tell him, pointing at his pants.
He lifts his hips up, and shimmies out of his pants. I straddle him again, feeling his length press against me, and everything in me tightens.
His hand comes up and brushes the hair out of my face, and he gazes into my eyes. I can tell he wants to say something, to tell me something, but he doesn't. Instead he plants a soft kiss against my lips, and starts working my tongue with his.
Slow, languid kisses.
My body feels like it's melting in his lap.
I lean up, just enough so he can situate himself, then slowly sink down onto him.
I moan as every inch of him works its way inside me, stretching me until I can't go any further.
“Fuck.” he murmers into my neck.
I start to work my hips against him, moaning as I feel him hit that spot again.
“Logan.” I moan, feeling myself tighten, an orgasm already building. This is too fast. This isn't normal.
“Mmm, yes. God, you feel so good.”
“I cant..”
“You can't do what?”
I pick up the pace, chasing my orgasm and getting lost in the pleasure.
Sex has never felt this good, and I’m not sure how to handle it.
“Goddamn.” he mutters, his teeth meeting my neck, biting down gently.
I bounce, and grind, and roll my hips until I can feel myself tighten around him.
“That's it Charlie girl, come for me.”
My head falls back as my orgasm rakes through me, causing my body to shake and collapse into his.
I’m panting against him, my chest rising and falling rapidly as he plants soft kisses down my neck.
Before I know what’s happening, his hands are gripping the backs of my thighs, and he’s lifting me into the air, still inside me.
I don't object, I just kiss him as he carries me all the way to my bed.
Gently, he lays me down, never losing contact, and starts pumping in and out of me.
Soft, gentle thrusts.
My eyes start to water as I feel him hitting my spot again.
I don't understand how this is possible.
“Are you going to come again?” he asks me quietly between kisses.
I nod, unable to find words. He starts to object, but stops himself.
My hands claw at the sheets, and my legs wrap around him, needing him closer.
“You feel so good, Charlie. A perfect fit.”
My back arches off the bed, and I bite my lip, trying to hold it off a minute longer so he can find his release.
“Don’t hold back, I want you coming undone on me.” he whispers before kissing me deeply.
I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him against me.
“Oh my god, Logan. Please, not yet.” I pant.
His movement slows momentarily as he leans his head up to meet my eyes.
“You don’t want to come again?” he asks, his brows pinching in confusion.
“I do.” I pant.
God, do I.
A loud moan escapes me as he pushes back into me, rougher than before.
“Use your words, Charlie girl. Tell me what you want.”
Logan slows again, letting me catch my breath.
“I want you to come.” I breathe. “I want you to come with me.”
He growls into my neck, thrusting hard and fast now.
I watch his face contort from the pleasure, beads of sweat building on his brow, then I watch as he thrusts in and out of me.
God, it’s so fucking hot.
“I love it when you watch, Charlie girl.”
I moan, my breathing starting to pick up and get raspy.
There's no words left in me, just breathy moans.
Logan leans in, roughly kissing me; and I feel his body tense as he chases his release, only pushing me closer to mine.
He moans against my mouth, and bites down on my lip.
“Fuck.” he mutters, and I feel his body start to shake.
“I need you to come on me Charlie girl. Come for me.”
At his words, I feel my body combust.
“Oh my God, yes!” I cry out, my nails digging into his back and my legs holding him against me as he comes undone.
He slows, emptying himself inside me; and I sag into the bed, completely spent.
Logan lays his forehead against mine, breathing deeply.
I look into his eyes, feeling my chest tighten.
It scares me how much I like him. How good this feels.
And I don’t just mean the sex, I mean him, being with him.
He feels..
He feels like home. He gives me the feeling Sage Valley does.
Maybe, if I stay by his side, I’ll always feel like I’m home.