Lover Boy: All American Boy

They reconciled and as she left the playground, Avery could faintly smell the strawberry scent lingering in the air, in the distance a smaller play set’s swing rocking back and forth, as if pushed and tugged by the breeze. In her heart, Avery knew it was Aria continuing to watch over her.

At Logan’s house, they find the spaghetti stored in a glass dish and placed in the oven for reheating, courtesy of Austin. They sit at Logan’s table and Avery tells him about her plans for the pediatric clinic while dinner warms in the oven. As they serve the meal, they open a bottle of white wine she purchased at the store, planning to open it on Saturday when Logan was scheduled to return home.

“I’m really glad you’re home, Logan.”

He looks up at Avery with his captivating hazel eyes, his hair a bit disheveled and hanging over his forehead, and a panty-wetting smirk etched on his face.

“I’m so happy to be home. And I really can’t wait for the makeup sex. I’ve heard remarkable things about it,” he says as Avery stands from the table to dispose of her dishes, his eyes hungrily perusing her body.

Warmth instantly spreads across her body, settling in her center.

Logan stands from his chair and removes the dishes from her hands, resting them back on the table.

Avery licks her lips as she gazes at the tent forming in his pants and she murmurs, “Remarkable things, huh?”

“Mmhmm,” he replies, greedily feasting his eyes on her exposed cleavage due to the oversized V-neck shirt she’s wearing.

Before Avery has a moment to realize, she’s flung upside down, fireman style, on Logan’s broad shoulder as he stalks toward his bedroom.

“I hope you’re ready, baby. We have a lot of lost time to make up for.”

In the bedroom, he flips her over and releases her onto his bed, settling on top of her, devouring her in open-mouthed kisses as he claims her body as his for the rest of the night.

Avery calls out of work on Friday, wanting to spend the day in bed with Logan, but he has other plans. He wants all her things moved into his house.

Austin lets them borrow one of his work pickup trucks and a large trailer, but Avery didn’t come to Carson with many things, so they were able to make one trip.

In just two hours, her stuff is moved from one location to the other, leaving Logan and Avery the remainder of the weekend in bed with each other. Avery would never have guessed that she would have such an insatiable hunger for a man, or that he would have one for her. But she can’t get enough of Logan and every time she thinks she’s gotten her fill, he’ll do something unremarkable, like opening a can, but the way his biceps tighten as he twists the lid sends her synapses into overdrive and she has to have him again.

This morning Logan came after her, claiming that the way she cooked scrambled eggs was sexy, her hips moving along with the movement of the spatula, and he took her against the counter. She had to send him out of the kitchen so she could make a second, more edible, batch.

Avery hasn’t spoken much about her father and his family to Logan. And as she stands at the closet pulling out potential dresses for the evening, she wonders why that is. At first, Avery thought it was because she wasn’t sure if she was going to follow through with the dinner, to begin with, telling Logan would have been like asking a trainer to make sure she exercises. He would have held her accountable. But Avery believes, in actuality, she was scared that he would know them - Carson is a small town after all. She didn’t want to learn anything bad about the only family she had; the family that had embraced her with open arms. Instead, Avery brushed off any questions and changed the subject. Luckily, Logan let it go.

She chooses a deep-red dress that hits her just above the knee and pairs it with a set of blank ankle boots. She leaves her hair down, letting it fall in soft natural waves down her back, the same hair that mimics her father’s. Grabbing a small handbag and a black cardigan, she exits the bedroom and collides with Logan, who was poised to knock on the door.

“Wow, Avery, you look beautiful.”

“Thanks,” she replies shyly. “You look handsome, too.” And he does. He is wearing a light gray button-down shirt, which is stretched tightly over his arms and chest, showcasing the rippling muscles below. His dark gray slacks flow from his trim waist, wrapping around his tight behind and thighs. “I’m going to have to beat the ladies off of you.”

He reaches forward and strokes

his thumb along Avery’s bottom lip and she closes her eyes at the sensation. She can feel the air change as he leans forward, his minty breath swirling across her face. His hand moves from her lip to her chin and he tilts her head up slightly.

“You’re the only one I’ll ever want, Avery. And remember, you’re the one who gets to come home with me and let me make love to you.”

Eyes still shut tight, Avery groans at his proclamation before he captures her lips with his, sliding the soft skin of his mouth against hers. He pulls away quickly, far sooner than she wants. Avery opens her eyes and harshly sets her gaze upon him.

“Don’t look at me like that, sweetheart. I’d take you against the wall right now if I knew that we had the time. But we need to leave. We’ll continue this tonight. I promise”

Avery pouts childishly, disappointed that he’s right, but Logan growls when he sees her lower lip jutting forward.

“Fuck, you can’t do that, baby.”

He looks at his watch momentarily and then turns Avery, pressing her against the wall, securing a kiss on her lips. Using his knee he spreads her legs wide and he slides his hand up her dress. He groans when he touches her tender flesh, wet and dripping for him.

“No fucking panties?”

Avery shakes her head, dropping her bag and sweater as she reaches forward with her hands to grip the back of Logan’s head and pull him in for another scorching kiss. Her body rocks against his hand as his fingers thrust in and out of her heated core, his palm rubbing circles around her tender bundle of nerves. It doesn't take long before she explodes from the movement of his digits and Logan lets her rest against the wall.