My neck arched back as the orgasm took hold of my body. Logan’s finger left my tight hole, grabbing around my middle, pulling me up, my back against him, as he continued pumping in and out of me. His mouth went to my neck, sucking on the tender skin, muffling his moans as he started to come.
My moans were muffled when he covered my mouth with his hand, still holding me against him.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured into my neck. “Come for me, all over my dick.”
He stilled inside me, his body jerking a few times, as he finished his release. My body fell to the bed, and he collapsed next to me. He was still behind me, still inside me, as he held me close.
We were both quiet as we allowed our breathing to settle. Then he started shifting behind me.
“Uh, I better take care of this before it’s too late,” he said, pulling himself out of me. He got himself to the bathroom, then came back with a small towel. “Want to clean up at all?”
Nodding, I reached for the towel. Instead, he leaned in and wiped me clean. Throwing it across the room, I assume to a hamper, he crawled back in bed with me and pulled the quilt over us.
This was usually when I was getting dressed and hightailing it out of wherever I was. Or I was telling the guy to do the same.
But being next to Logan, after doing what we did, felt right. It would have felt completely wrong to get up and leave.
And that kinda frightened me.
“I can’t stay here all night,” I said.
He reached for his phone, tapped a few things on it, then put it back on his nightstand.
“All taken care of, now close your eyes. I’m not letting you go right now. The alarm will wake us at five thirty. Plenty of time before anyone will be up.”
Looking at my watch that gave us almost two hours to sleep together.
It was a wonderful two hours.
CHAPTER 20
Logan
“Hey, man, we’re excited to have you,” Sutton said as he slapped me on the back. He rivaled me in height and size and had also played football in high school. We talked a bit about the teams we played on and realized we probably played against one another at a point. The rugby meeting went better than expected. The guys were great and welcomed me, especially when they saw my size and heard of my experience.
“Looking forward to being here with you guys,” I told him. “So, there’s a gym workout tomorrow night?”
“Yeah, from five to seven. If you can make it, that’d be great.”
The week had continued at home with the girls as normal, for the most part. Ava and I hadn’t been to one another’s room since the night we spent together in my room, but we snuck a make-out session here and there before the others got home. It wasn’t quite the same, but it was something. Yet, it was a time like this, with the news of joining the rugby team, that I’d like to run home and grab her and tell her all about it.
But I couldn’t. At least for now.
When I opened the door to the townhouse, I was greeted with the smell of someone cooking. And it obviously wasn’t me.
It had my stomach rumbling immediately. The aromas hung in the air the way a Thanksgiving feast would, making me gravitate to the room they came from. As I entered, I saw Macie working feverishly. She was at the stove, stirring and sauteing several pans.
“Are you cooking dinner?”
She turned around at the sound of my voice, the disappointment evident on her face.
“Damn,” she said. “I didn’t think you’d be home from your meeting this early. I decided to make everyone dinner, since you’ve done it so often.”
“Macie, that looks amazing,” I told her while looking over her shoulder. “Is that chicken marsala?”
The brown sauce simmering in the pan with chunks of chicken and mushrooms looked pretty good as she stirred.
“It is,” she said proudly. “It’s one of the few meals I know how to cook, and I think I do it pretty well.”
