30
Danika
I drank too much. Somehow, I have a way of doi
ng this around Logan. He brings out the best and the worst in me all at once. Lowering my inhibitions with nothing but a look and making me crave his touch. I’d never do this sober, not with the lingering awkwardness that’s always around when it comes to Molly. And us.
Is there an us?
Do I want us to be us?
Good looks aside, what’s broken down my walls when it comes to Logan is how amazing of a father he is. He and Molly have a bond I can only dream of and it’s barely been a month. What would they have been like if he had been in her life this whole time?
Would she talk more?
Talk to me?
I regret every day that I walked away without giving Logan a fair chance, but the man I have standing before me isn’t the man I knew in high school. He’s better. Stronger. Not the utter mess I thought he’d be.
I take the soft cotton of his shirt between my fingers and pull him closer. Those lips have teased me all night, tempted me with a promised kiss, and I want it.
Now.
“Danika—”
I want to feel him so badly, my sex aches. I suck the lobe of his ear into my mouth. With liquid courage running through my veins, I can do this. I can make Logan mine, even if it’s only for tonight. Consequences be damned. “Stop talking.”
Logan groans deep in his throat then grabs me by the nape of the neck. His fingers are firm against my skin, pulling me away from him. There’s a fire in his eyes that should frighten me, but it only turns me on more. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
I slide my hand beneath the band of his pants, rough jeans scraping my knuckles. Under the thin cotton of his boxers, I grip his silky shaft. It’s hard, the end sticky with precum. I stifle a moan, remembering how good it felt to have him inside me. I crave him there more than an addict yearns for their next fix. “Is that a challenge?”
Logan pulls my mouth to his, spreading my lips with his tongue. He kisses me like a man who’s been starved. There is no gentleness tonight, no soft caresses against my skin. His fingers knead my muscles as they slide down my back, finding my hips. He lifts me off my feet and throws me onto the bed, ripping my lips from his.
“Tell me you want me, Danika.” Logan takes my calf in his palm, raising my leg to kiss my ankle. My back arches need traveling through me like lava. “I can’t do this if you’re going to walk away again.”
He sinks his teeth into my leg and I gasp, never having felt something so strange yet amazing before. “I want you.”
Logan presses his hands against my knees, forcing them onto the bed. I push up onto my elbows, a tinge of fear trickling through me. Not because I’m scared of him but because I hate not being in control. “Logan…”
He licks my center through my panties and I lose my train of thought. “Relax. I won’t hurt you.” His hand slides up my thigh, thumb finding my opening. He presses, just enough to make me moan and crave more. “I’ll never hurt you.”
Logan may never hurt me but my panties aren’t so lucky. He takes the lace between his fingers and rips it apart. I want to be mad, those are my favorite pair, but I’m too turned on. He buries his tongue inside me then replaces it with a finger. I claw at his back, desperate to feel more.
Logan hovers over me and pins my hands above my head. He kisses my neck as he centers himself at my opening. He doesn’t mention a condom. Doesn’t hesitate to think about one. He knows I’m on the pill and that, if I had a problem with going bareback, I’d say something.
I do, only because I don’t want him to have experienced this with anyone else. Skin to skin sex is too meaningful to do with just anyone. I keep my insecurities to myself and let him slide inside me. I stretch around him, wincing at his girth. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how big he is. I could if we did this more.
I bite my lip and smile at my hushed thoughts. My fingers run through Logan's hair. I pull at his roots and he grunts. He folds me like a doll. One leg up. Knees to my chest. Ankles around his neck. Each position feels better than the last. When he rolls me onto my stomach, I can tell he’s getting close. His strides are deeper, harder. Each thrust creates a ripple of pleasure that builds and builds until finally I explode. My muscles pulsate around his thick length and, as I’m coming down from my own pleasure, Logan empties his seed inside me.
He falls onto his back, taking heavy breaths. He doesn’t lay there long. As my eyes begin to close, I hear the shower start. Logan takes me by the hands and pulls me onto my feet. “Let’s get cleaned up. Then you can sleep.”
“Well this is a day I never thought I’d see.” Dad folds his newspaper in half and sets his readers on the end table.
“It’s nothing,” I say.
Logan smirks and bends down to greet a beyond excited Molly. She stands from her puzzle and runs past me into his arms. Her infectious smile spreads throughout the room. I love that Molly has such a deep bond with Logan, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t jealous.
“Did you have fun with Gamma and Grandpa?” Logan asks. He lifts and dips Molly backwards. She squeals in delight and nods when he lifts her upright again.