He wraps his hands around my waist and then withdraws his cock. I turn around and drape my hands around his neck and kiss him deeply. Logan is a pleasure machine. A machine I’d love to keep permanently. That thought frightens me and I quickly shoot it down.
Logan pinches my ass playfully and I squeal and wriggle out of his arms.
“Shower time,” he says and proceeds to soap me down.
It’s luxurious and hot to have male hands washing me. I laugh at him when he spends more time than necessary on my breasts and pussy. I stand under the rivulets of water and rinse off the soap and then it’s my turn to wash him.
The water feels so good that when we’re done, I stay behind to enjoy the shower a bit longer. Plus, it’s less awkward to get out of the shower in turns. After all, Logan and I are almost strangers. And we’re not in a relationship. It’s one thing to shower together and quite another to dress together. So, I wait until Logan is out of the bathroom before I turn off the shower. I dry myself and wrap up in a clean white towel hanging from the bathroom rack.
I step into Logan’s room to find him rummaging through his clothes in his walk-in closet. The doorbell rings before either of us can say a word. Neither of us is in a state to open the door.
“I’ll get it,” I tell him.
“Thanks,” Logan says.
I tighten the towel as I pad down the stairs. I open the door a crack and my jaw drops on seeing my sister standing there. I throw the door open.
“What are you doing here?”
“That’s a fine way to greet your sister,” she says. “I came from work earlier and found the kids asleep. I knew you were home, so I thought I’d come and see the cottage, ruined and all. Is it a bad time?”
“No, it’s fine,” I tell her but she’s not listening. Her attention is somewhere behind me. I follow her gaze and almost cry when I see Logan behind me in a bathrobe.
He waves at my sister. “Hi, Lexi.” He turns and goes back upstairs.
I can’t meet my sister’s gaze.
“Really, Vanessa?” she hisses. “I warned you about Logan. He doesn’t do relationships.”
I thrust out my chin in defiance. I might be Lexi’s younger sister but I’m an adult. I’m a mother for goodness’ sake. “I don’t do relationships either. This is just good, simple fun. I need an outlet, Lexi.”
She shakes her head. “What you need to do is let Ivy’s dad know that he has a daughter before you involve yourself with another man.”
That pisses me off. “I’ll tell him when I’m good and ready. What I don’t need is you butting into my business telling me who to have sex with and who not to.”
A hurt expression comes over Lexi’s features and she takes a step back. I’m too pissed off to feel guilty. Lexi and I need boundaries.
“Why didn’t you call me before coming?” I ask her.
“I didn’t think I needed permission to see my sister,” she says. “I’ll go but be careful, Vanessa. Logan is not the kind of man you need right now.”
I bite my lower lip to keep from saying something else that will hurt her. I remind myself that Lexi is speaking from a place of love. That doesn’t make it any less annoying.
When I shut the door, I find Logan standing at the top of the stairs.
“She’s right, you know. I’m not the kind of man you need,” he says as he starts to descend the stairs.
“Let me be the judge of that,” I tell him.
He comes and stands right in front of me and then slips his hands inside my bathrobe to cup my ass. “How much time do we have before you have to pick up Ivy?”
Chapter 13
Logan
When Vanessa returns with Ivy, I already have dinner going. They come into the kitchen and as Vanessa kisses me, Ivy stretches her small hands toward me.
“Is it okay if I hold her?” I ask Vanessa.
“Sure,” she says, and I take Ivy and move away from the stove. We go into the living room and I raise her high in the air and she shrieks. I have a few games up my sleeve. When one of the guys from the station invites us for a barbecue, I’m the guy who plays with the kids, chasing them around and throwing them in the air. That’s the bulk of experience I have with children, but it comes in handy now as I play with Ivy.
“I’ll check on her dinner,” Vanessa says.
After a while, I lower Ivy to her playpen and for the next ten minutes, we play peek-a-boo. Her giggles fill the room and I find myself having fun.