Did she hear us last night?
My heart rate spikes at the thought of her knowing that Logan was in my room and the things we must be getting up to.
Oh Jesus, that’s one conversation I’m not looking forward to having.
Logan begins to stir behind me, and as he shifts, I feel something long and hard prodding me in the ass. I feel him press his lips to the back of my head and I smile. “Good morning,” he mumbles, his voice thick from sleep.
“Morning.”
“How are you?” he asks, tightening his arm around me.
“A little sore but in the best way. I see someone’s excited this morning,” I reply, wiggling my ass against his erection and I hear him groan.
“You gonna take care of it for me?”
“You wish,” I scoff.
He laughs. “Idowish.” He rolls me over onto my back and seals his lips over mine.
I pull back, slapping a hand over my mouth. “I haven’t brushed my teeth!”
He cocks an eyebrow. “After all the things we did yesterday and you think morning breath bothers me.” He rolls his eyes, tears my hand away from my mouth and replaces it with his lips. He uses his knees to kick mine apart as he settles himself between them, and my body instantly responds to the feel of his hard body between my legs.
“We can’t! My mom might hear us.”
“Like she probably heard us last night? Besides, I think I heard her leave an hour or so ago when I got up to use the bathroom.”
“God, what must she think?” I cover my face with my hands but Logan pulls them back.
“I’m sure it’s nothing she hasn’t done herself when she was younger,” he points out.
“Ew,” I cringe, forcing all thoughts ofthatout of my mind, and he chuckles.
“Wanna take a shower with me?” he asks.
“Hmm, now there’s a thought…” I say dreamily.
He shifts off the bed and sweeps back the covers, leaving me naked and exposed, the cool air of the bedroom breaking me out in goose bumps and hardening my nipples. He seems totally comfortable with being naked himself, as towers over me at the side of my bed, but then, if I looked like him, I’d be comfortable in my birthday suit too. He reaches down and throws me over my shoulder, slapping me on the ass as he carries me into the bathroom.
We take turns washing each other’s bodies before he drops to his knees and licks me to two more orgasms, and once he’s satisfied I’ve had enough, we get out. He wraps a towel around his waist and then wraps one around my body. Once he’s rinsed his mouth out with some of my mouthwash, he heads out of the bathroom and leaves me to it.
I walk out of the bathroom a few minutes later, my teeth and hair both freshly brushed, and I make my way to the bedside table where my glasses lay neatly folded. Once they’re on, my eyesight is crystal clear, and I look over to find Logan standing by my dressing table, with my little notebook in his hands. Wide open.
“W-what are you doing?”
He glances at me over his shoulder, sporting a large grin. “A little light reading.”
“Logan, give it back to me, please.” I round the side of the bed and reach for it, but he snatches it away before I can grip it.
“I’ve been dying to know what you’ve been writing in here for weeks.”
“Come on, Logan. Just give it back.”
He turns to the book, clears his throat and begins reading aloud, all the while dodging me. “…he had me pinned, my legs spread wide while he rutted into me from behind, one hand on my hip, while the other gripped my shoulder. I cried out when his thrusts grew more aggressive, his cock hitting deep inside my tight channel…”
“Logan! Give it back, now!” I finally get a hold of it and snatch it back, closing it and shoving it back into the draw of my dressing table. I glance up at my reflection to find my cheeks rosy red. Tears of humiliation sting the backs of my eyes, while my heart races in my chest.
“How long have you been writing that stuff?” Logan asks. My eyes flick to him through the mirror to where he’s standing just behind me, his eyes are filled with regret as he takes me in, clearly sensing my embarrassment.
