“Just like old times,” he whispered as he tore at the buttons on my blouse.
“Only better,” I moaned. He didn’t bother unhooking my bra. He just shoved the cups aside and took my nipple in his mouth. My hands were already frantically pulling at his pants. I had to feel him inside of me. I couldn’t want a second longer.
Once I pulled his cock free, he pulled me forward and pushed me gently against the sink. His hand reached under my skirt and pulled my panties down. They fell to my ankles. He pulled my unbuttoned blouse down so he could kiss my shoulders roughly.
He was inside me in an instant. I bit my lip to keep from screaming as my entire body rocked with pleasure. His kisses turned to bites as he thrusted harder. I could feel every inch of him. He pushed my skirt farther up so he could wrap his hand around my bare skin. God he felt so good. I had nearly forgotten how good sex with Logan was. Now I could hardly remember why I had left him that day.
He held onto me tightly with one hand while his other slid down to play with my clit. I couldn’t hold my moans in any longer.
I held onto the sink for dear life and moaned openly. Logan was breathing heavily behind me
and I knew he was close. I pushed myself closer to him, wanting the moment to last forever. The slight shift in position coupled with Logan wildly stroking my sensitive skin made everything more intense. My skin was burning and my legs were shaking wildly. Logan was the only thing holding me up. My grip on the sink went slack as he pounded against me harder and harder.
I screamed as my orgasm washed over me, but Logan quickly covered my mouth and held onto me, both of us sweating profusely and breathing like we just ran a marathon. I leaned back against his chest while he raked his nails up and down my thighs. He lowered his head to lick the sweat off my body making me shiver.
He turned me around and pulled his pants up with one hand while he kissed me again. He kissed me hard and fast, his tongue desperately tasting mine. His hands gripped my breasts roughly and he growled into my mouth. He took a step forward, forcing my back against the sink. I could still feel the effects of my orgasm working their way through my body.
I pulled away quickly, pushing him backward with one hand. I exhaled sharply and pushed my sweaty curls out of my face with one hand while I held him away from me with the other.
“Stop,” I said weakly. “If you keep doing that, well never leave this bathroom. So, unless you want to go again…”
Logan laughed and yanked me back to him. He kissed me again, but stopped quickly. I moaned and grabbed the back of his head, pulling his lips back to mine. He pulled away gently, but I bit his lip and pulled him right back.
“Didn’t you just say we should stop?” he asked.
“I just can’t control myself when you’re around,” I said.
“I know the feeling,” he told me as I pulled my panties up and rebuttoned my shirt.
“I didn’t expect that to happen,” I laughed softly.
“Why not?” he asked. “It’s not like this bathroom hasn’t seen it before. Many, many times before.”
“Trust me,” I said. “I remember. I couldn’t forget if I tried.”
I was ninety-nine percent sure our daughter had been conceived in the bathroom at Kellan’s.
Twenty- One
Logan
Piper’s face changed in an instant. I frowned and wrapped my arms around her waist. Something was troubling her, but I was too drunk and exhausted to wonder what it was. I held her closer and waited for my breathing to return to normal. When it did, I took her hand and pulled her gently toward the door.
“Maybe another drink or two?” I asked. “Then I’ll walk you home?”
“Give me a minute,” she said. She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I want to clean up a little before I head back out.”
“I’ll wait for you,” I said.
“No,” she shook her head. “No need. I’ll be quick. You go order us some drinks and I’ll meet you at the table.”
“Are you sure?” I asked. I searched her face for a clue as to what was bothering her so much, but I found mothing.
“Positive.”
Part of me wanted to stay put, but I could tell she needed space. I turned and unlocked the bathroom door. With a glance back at her, I pushed it open and let myself out into the hallway. When the door swung shut behind me, I stared at it for a fraction of a second. It wouldn’t do any good to wait outside the door, I told myself. With a sigh, I left the hallway and walked slowly up to the bar.
“Two more,” I said to the bartender. He nodded and went to work pouring our drinks. All around me people were getting rowdier. It was almost midnight and even in Bradberry, things always began to heat up around this time.