Chapter Thirty-Seven
Mia
It was only three hours from the time I needed to be at the airport, and I was going to need to be wheeled out of this room.
Logan and I had defiled every surface of this hotel room and even had my tit imprints against the glass overlooking the city.
We’d managed to call room service during our breaks of carnal acts, fill our bellies, and then begin again. I’d even gotten a short two-hour nap, wrapped in his arms, only to be woken up with that devilish tongue lapping at my sex.
Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined sex could be like this, so passionate and wild.
I didn’t know how Logan did it. Maybe he was part robot or Energizer Bunny to be able to perform like he had. And I knew it was wrong to compare Wallace to Logan, but truthfully, there wasn’t even a ballpark to compare them in. Logan was beyond anything I’d ever thought I needed. He’d let me explore his body and test myself against him. I’d learned what drove him to bite his lip and clench his fists from holding back. He’d pounced on me while roaring his release when I practiced pressing my tongue against his cock while sucking hard.
So many emotions were running through me, but I was so physically sated that I didn’t care one bit about any worries.
“Maybe the key to happiness is having enough orgasms to drain you of any thoughts in your head,” I grumbled, reaching for the sandwich I’d ordered, needing food before I passed out.
“I should put that on the brochure.Six-week orgasm program, and you’ll be too sated to be depressed.” He chuckled as he rested beside me on the bed.
“I like it. Maybe hand out free vibrators and pocket pussies to get them going.” I giggled, hoping to elicit an eye roll from him, which I got.
“Not even a full day of fucking, and look at you, completely corrupted,” he mused.
I shook my head. I liked his brand of corruption. “I have no idea how I’m going to get out of this bed. My legs feel like Jell-O.”
“Didn’t think that one through, did you?”
“Har-har. Tease all you want, but I didn’t expect to be screwed by the sexy cousin of the Energizer Bunny. I think my vagina is going to go on strike from being worked too hard after not being used for so long.” My lady bits were sore and needed a break for maybe a few days. But it was worth it though, every tender sensation between my legs.
“Glad to set the bar high for any future endeavor of yours.”
I knew he was simply teasing, but his words didn’t sit right as they fell on me.
We both fell silent after that—me eating, trying not to overanalyze this, and him closing his eyes to rest peacefully beside me.
Despite trying to relax and feeling utterly exhausted, my mind began churning over everything.
“What are you thinking?” I asked, curious if he too was being bombarded with thoughts of where this was going to go.
“Nothing.”
Wallace used to say that, too, but the thought that someone could be thinking of nothing had to be a lie. I was always thinking something at all times. Song lyrics, movie scenes, business, sexy images of Logan, food, and my own damn insecurities.
“Before you start overthinking my answer, men truly have a nothing box in our head where we go and think of nothing. I wish women had it, too, but you don’t. Women are always thinking stuff, even during sex. That’s why it’s important for a lover to consume you, physically and mentally. Otherwise, you’d be thinking about what he was thinking or what you should wear tomorrow while he was deep inside you. I am thinking nothing, just enjoying being here with you. Wishing you didn’t have to go and I didn’t have to get back to the reason I was here.” His eyes were still closed, and he truly did look like he was enjoying the moment.
A trait I was trying to embrace.
“I wish I could stay, help you with your family.” I set the plate aside on the nightstand and turned to lie facing him.
“You’d be a light in the darkness for sure.”
“I’m sorry about your dad.” I’d said it to him before when he told me why he was here, but I wanted to say it in person anyway.
“It’s okay. Death is part of life. We weren’t really close. I’m only here to make sure everything is taken care of and that my mom isn’t going to do something dumb, like give up living now that her husband is gone.” Those eyes of his were still closed, but the air around him seemed to change along with the tension in his jaw.
“I couldn’t imagine feeling that way about my family,” I admitted, feeling bad that he had these emotions toward his parents rolling inside him.
“Your family is ten times better than mine. I wish I had your family.” He turned on his side, so we could look into each other’s eyes, like he needed to see me to help get out of his thoughts.
