“We’re going to be a busy household,” Logan says. “With two little girls.”
I laugh. “It’s going to be fun but more importantly, you’re going to have peace of mind knowing that you’ve done the right thing.”
“Yeah.”
It doesn’t escape us that this night will probably be Logan’s last one in our cottage. For the first time, we don’t rip each other’s clothes off when we enter my bedroom. We undress, get in bed and now we’re holding each other.
“I’ll miss this,” he says pulling me into his arms.
“Me too, but we’ll get our time too,” I tell him.
“We will,” Logan says and cradles my face. “You’re so gorgeous and pure.”
“Thank you.” Guilt floods me. I’m this close to telling Logan about Gabriel’s visit but I remember my decision to let Logan enjoy Emma’s homecoming. I know what his reaction will be. He’ll go into detective mode and try and figure out why the change in Gabriel’s attitude. That won’t be fair to him or to Emma.
He leans forward and brushes his lips against mine. Then he draws back and stares into my eyes. “Something’s different about you. As if there’s something on your mind. Are you okay?”
I smile brightly, but inside, I’m stunned that he can read me so well, despite my acting as normal as possible. “I’m fine.” I kiss him lightly and then capture his lower lip between my teeth and bit on it gently.
His hands cup my ass and pull me against his hard body. All my worries evaporate as our lips mesh together and a wave of longing comes over me. Logan lifts my right leg and rests it on his hip and caresses my skin. My skin burns where he touches me. I moan when he trails a finger higher and higher up my thigh until his hand is between my legs.
“Oh God, Logan,” I cry out when he strokes my pussy over my wet panties.
Our kiss deepens and I lose myself in the wild sensations shooting through my body. I give myself up to Logan, forgetting everything else except the passion between us.
His cock presses against my belly and an urge to make him feel as good as he makes me feel comes over me. I bring down my leg and slide down.
“Where are you going?” Logan protests.
I laugh softly. “I want to taste you.”
“But I haven’t made you come yet,” he says.
“Tonight, you go first,” I tell him and work his belt open.
The zip follows and I pull down his pants. He helps get them off completely. I pause to stare at the impressive bulge of his boxer briefs. I cup his cock over his briefs, and he groans.
“I have a feeling that I’m going to embarrass myself,” Logan says.
“I’d love to see that,” I say, pulling out his engorged cock. It’s steel-hard and throbbing. I palm the tip of it and spread the precum gathered to the rest of him. He raises his hips and rocks into my hand. I take him into my mouth and a deep groan escapes him. I love everything about Logan. His taste, his passion when we’re making love, and the sounds he makes when I’m pleasuring him.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” he says.
“I want you to come in my mouth,” I tell him. “I want to taste you.”
“Oh God, Vanessa, what did I do to deserve you?” he says.
“Trust a man to ask that when his cock is in your mouth.”
His laugh trails off when I take the tip of his cock back into my mouth and suck on it. I cradle his balls and squeeze them while teasing his cock.
“Fuck, Vanessa,” Logan cries out. “I’m going to—”
His cum fills my mouth and I swallow it all greedily.
“Vanessa…” he says over and over again.
Chapter 34
Logan
I don’t give myself any time to think when I reach Valerie’s house. It’s a few minutes to 1 pm and my family as well as Vanessa, Ivy, and Fiona are in my house waiting for Emma to come home. There’s a party atmosphere and I have Vanessa to thank for that.
She decorated the living room, put up ‘Welcome Home’ signs, and cooked a ton of food. I lock my car and head to the front door. Morris opens the door for me.
“This is the one time when we were not looking forward to your arrival,” he says after we exchange pleasantries.
“I know,” I say and follow him into the living room.
There are only two bags on the floor. Morris dropped off the rest of Emma’s things yesterday while taking the opportunity to see where I lived.
“Have a seat. Valerie will be along soon. She is getting Emma ready,” Morris says.
I sit at the edge of the chair, unable to relax.
“You’ll be just fine and we’re just a phone call away,” Morris says.