Chapter 18
Elise
Wakingup in Logan’s bed that next morning was a surprise, but not a bad one. His bed was unfairly comfortable, and he was all morning hard and tempting next to me, naked as I was, and sleeping soundly.
Well. He was sleeping soundly until I started kissing his jaw and then his neck and then his shoulder, making my way further and further down until he was awake and my mouth was hovering right over his cock.
“Good morning,” he rasped out, fingers settling in my hair.
“Good morning,” I said with a grin, and then dragged the flat of my tongue along the shaft of his dick.
His moan was so gratifying, and I didn’t stop to question what I was doing or why I was doing it. I just kept going, running with the feeling of anticipation and boldness that I’d woken up with.
Of course, the thing about sleeping with a doctor was that sometimes in the middle of a morning blow job, he would get a page and have to leave.
I at least finished him off because I wasn't some kind of savage, and I liked the unsteady way he walked when he pulled himself out of bed and started to get dressed.
"I shouldn't be gone long," he said. "They just need a consult, and it's easier for me to go down there than try and do it over the phone."
"Okay," I answered, flopping back against the pillows. "I'll be here, I guess?" We hadn't discussed what should happen if he had to leave, and I didn't know where the boundaries were when it came to being in his apartment.
"You'd better be," Logan said. "Because I plan to return the favor with interest when I get back." He grinned and then dashed off, leaving me turned on and amused in his bed.
I considered napping while I waited, or putting on coffee or something, and I had just about decided that getting up wasn't worth it when I heard the front door open again.
It had only been about fifteen minutes, which was barely time for Logan to get to the hospital, let alone do his consult, and I frowned, sitting up and listening.
They had a key, so it probably wasn't a burglar, but Logan hadn't mentioned expecting anyone.
Carefully and quietly, I swung my legs over the bed and got to my feet, creeping towards the door so I could peek out. I couldn't see anyone from that angle, and I made a face before stepping around the corner, poking my head into the living room.
For a second, I couldn't see anyone, and then I came face to face with my brother, who looked just as shocked to see me as I did to see him.
"What the hell?" he asked, jumping back. "Elise?"
"Dan," I said, heart sinking. "Oh God."
"Elise, what-- Oh my God!" He turned around so fast he was practically a blur.
"Dan, I can explain," I said, trying to get him to look at me. "It's not what it looks like."
His eyes were wide and incredulous as he whipped around. "It's not what it looks like? I'm pretty sure it's exactly what it looks like! You're in Logan's apartment, and you're not wearing any--" He cut off and turned back around to look at the wall.
Of course that got me to remember that I hadn't put on pants before I'd come out of the bedroom to see what was going on, and I blushed to the roots of my hair.
"Just. Give me a second, okay? Don't go anywhere."
"Oh, I don't plan on it," he replied. "Not until I get some answers."
And I knew he wouldn't. Dan was stubborn when he wanted to be, and finding his little sister half naked in his best friend's apartment was probably one of those things he was for sure going to want answers about.
I couldn't blame him. As much as I'd been trying to avoid having this conversation with him, it was clear that I was out of options. If there was a way to lie my way out of this one, I didn't know what it was, and of course, Logan wasn't there to be of any help at all.
So it was up to me to figure it out.
I started, of course, by putting on some pants.
When I came back out, Dan was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. "Dan," I said, and he looked up at me.
