Until Nalia, page 21
“Jesus.” He groans, leaning up and capturing my mouth once more. As he devours my mouth, his fingers move between us, and he easily undoes the button of my jeans before sliding down the zipper.
“Oh…” My hips arch into his hand as he parts my lips and rolls his index finger over my clit. I try to spread my legs wider to give him more room, but with my jeans on, it’s impossible.
“You’re soaking wet, baby.” The words spoken against my mouth in his deep voice, while his fingers circle my clit, only makes me want more.
“Logan.” I roll my hips into his hand, and his fingers press deeper, his middle finger rimming my entrance, giving me everything and nothing all at once. Groaning, he takes his hand from between my legs and sits up, locking his arm under my ass before getting to his feet.
“I need you spread out on my bed.” He carries me towards the stairs as I lock my legs around his waist. Panting, I bury my face against his throat and lick there without thinking, then drag my lips up his neck to his ear, pulling his earlobe between my teeth. “Fuck.” He stumbles to a stop and turns, pressing me against the wall using his hips to hold me in place as he wraps his hand around my throat and kisses me. The kiss goes wild, and my hands dive into his hair, tugging the short strands as he devours my mouth while his free hand cups my breast. With more willpower than I have, he drags his mouth from mine, wraps his arm back under my ass, and gets me the rest of the way up the stairs. When we reach the first floor, he carries me through the kitchen and down the hall. The door to his room is open, but he kicks it closed as soon as we are inside and carries me to the bed, dropping me to the mattress. With my chest heaving, I push up on my elbows and watch him reach his hands behind his back and remove his shirt, then undo the button of his jeans. He’s so perfect, his abs sculpted, the hair on his chest and torso a dark line that disappears into his jeans. I swallow hard as he locks his gaze on mine and steps up to the end of the bed, reaching for the waist of my jeans and ripping them down my legs along with my underwear.
“Shirt and bra off,” he orders, and I don’t hesitate to comply, but that doesn’t mean I don’t fumble as he spreads my legs wide and dives between my legs, his mouth latching onto me, pulling hard on my clit. My back comes off the bed, and I moan as he slides two fingers inside me as his tongue continues lashing against my clit. “Top and bra.” He reminds me, and it takes all my concentration to follow his order, especially when he begins licking up one side of me, then the other, avoiding my clit that feels swollen with need. When I finally get my top and bra off, he looks up my body and cups my breast, as he draws my clit back into his mouth and uses the fingers of his free hand to explore until he finds that bundle of nerves inside of me that has me moaning his name. The orgasm that slams into me comes out of nowhere and washes over me so quickly I don’t have time to prepare for the way my pussy tries to latch onto his fingers still buried deep inside me or the stars dancing at the edge of my vision as my body quakes. Breathing heavily, I fall to my back as his mouth leaves my pussy and he wipes his jaw on my thigh. “You taste like candy.” He crawls up between my legs and slides his hand behind my back, hooking his arm around me before dragging me further up in bed. Opening the drawer, he reaches inside and comes out with a condom.
“It’s probably because I’m addicted to gummy worms,” I tell him breathlessly.
“I’ll go to Costco so that you’re stocked up.” He rolls to his back, taking me with him. Resting my hands against his chest, I watch him deftly rip open the condom with his teeth, then slide it down the hard length of his cock pulsing between my legs. Once he has it on, he cups my breast, tugging my nipple between his fingers. The sensation that shoots from my breast to between my legs has me rolling my hips forward along his length. My core tightens in response, wanting him inside me.
“Fuck.” He lets my breast go with one hand and slides his hand down my stomach, where he rests his thumb against my clit for a moment before wrapping his hand around his cock. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Logan,” I breathe when he begins to circle my clit with the head of it. “Oh god.” My head falls back on my shoulders. The sensation of him so close to giving me what I want is almost maddening.
“Come here,” he grabs me by the throat, bringing my mouth down to his as he nudges the entrance of my pussy with his cock. Digging my nails into his chest, I whimper into his mouth as he slowly lifts his hips up into mine, feeding me inch after inch until I’m stuffed full. “God dammit, you’re so fucking tight.” He groans against my mouth, capturing my hip in his hand when I try to move. “Give me a second.”
“Okay,” I agree, wiggling my hips to adjust to the feel of being so full.
“Fuck, that’s not helping, baby.” He rolls us and drags his hips back until only the head of his cock is left inside me.
“Logan.” I latch onto his shoulder and dig the heels of my feet into the back of his thighs.
“I’m not going anywhere.” He slowly slides back inside me while whispering. “Ever.” Against my mouth.
Holding onto him, I rock my hips into his until he sits back on his calves and starts to fuck me with hard, deep strokes. His cock hitting that bundle of nerves inside me while his thumb rolls over my clit. Toes curling, I hold onto his sides, feeling his muscles bunch under my palms while a tingle begins to spread over my scalp, and across my skin, and a heaviness settles in my lower belly.
“Oh god,” I cry out, then whimper his name as my pussy starts to spasm around his cock, and I come so hard that my whole body begins to shake.
As I’m still reeling from the aftermath of my orgasm, I feel his thrusts become jerky before he plants himself deep inside of me, groaning my name. Chest heaving, he falls against me, his heart beating in tandem with mine as it thunders against my ribcage, and he buries his face against my throat.
“Jesus,” he whispers, planting an open-mouth kiss on my throat before rolling to his back, taking me with him.
“It’s safe to say that didn’t suck,” I say breathlessly, and he leans back enough to see my face.
“You were worried?”
“I mean, I thought about it.” I close my eyes that are heavy, my whole body feels heavy. “Did you?”
“Think about fucking you? Every fucking day, did I even once wonder if you’d suck in bed?” I hear the smile in his voice. “No.”
“I’m glad you have faith in me,” I mumble, and he laughs, then starts to laugh so hard that the bed shakes with it.
“Christ, you make me happy.” He presses his smiling lips against my forehead, and I squeeze my eyes closed. My heart feels so big that I worry my ribcage won't be able to contain it. “How about a shower and then we figure out what we want to order for dinner?”
“Sure,” I agree and he uses his fingers under my jaw to raise my chin then he touches his lips softly against mine. When he pulls away, his gaze roams my face for a long moment before he shakes his head with a smile.
“I’ll go start the shower.” He rolls off the bed, taking a blanket from the bottom, and tossing it over me. Holding it to my chest, I sit up and watch the muscles of his back move under his skin as he walks into the bathroom. When I hear the shower turn on, I take a moment to look around. Even with as often as I’ve been here, I’ve never seen his bedroom, and I have to admit, it might be my favorite room in his house. The walls are a soft brown, and there are a few pieces of art on the walls that look like rough sketches of cars done in charcoal. The furniture is masculine, but with the burnt gold bedside lamps, a dove grey duvet, and touches of warm browns here and there, it’s cozy and fits him perfectly. When he walks out of the bathroom naked, I swallow. He really is perfect in every way.
“Showers ready.” He walks to the bed and leans over, dragging the blanket from my grasp before scooping me up in his arms and carrying me into the shower.
Twenty-Five
LOGAN
I’m not sure what wakes me, if it’s Dozer moving around, if it’s the weight of Nalia’s body pressed down the side of mine that feels so foreign, yet so fucking familiar at the same time. Or if it’s the fact that I forgot to turn on the fan over the bed, something I do every night before I fall asleep, but forgot in my exhaustion after fucking Nalia, in the shower, in the kitchen, and in bed again before we both passed out. Glancing at the clock, I see that it’s a little after midnight, which is way too early for me to be awake.
Rolling towards Nalia, I curl her into my front and close my eyes, only to have them spring open when I hear a thwack sound against my bedroom window. Holding my breath, I listen carefully and swear I hear voices coming from outside.
What the fuck?
Carefully sliding away from her, I get out of bed and walk to the window in my room that overlooks the front yard and draw back the curtain just enough to look outside. With the streetlight so far away and only my front porch light on, the yard is dark, so it takes a second for me to register what it is I’m seeing. The trees out front with streamers of toilet paper, and the shit wrapped around the bushes, in the flowerbeds, and strewn across the yard.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I bite out, letting the curtain fall back into place.
“What’s wrong?” Nalia asks in a sleepy voice, and I can just make out the silhouette of her shadow as she sits up in bed.
“Nothing, baby, stay here.” I grab my sweats from the chair in the corner of the room and put them on, then grab my bat leaning against the wall next to the door. Carrying it with me I head down the hall, though the kitchen and living room, then stop at the panel on the wall and type in the code for the alarm system near the front door while I slip on my shoes. When it clears, I open the door and step out on the porch.
“Oh shit, RUN!” A kid shouts, and six shadows all dressed in black from head to toe take off in different directions through the dark. I consider the idea of going after them but decide to let them go when I see the two expensive looking bikes lying on the ground at the end of my driveway.
“Logan.” Turning, I find Nalia standing at the mouth of the hallway with her arms wrapped around her middle, her body draped in my tee. “What happened?”
“Some kids toilet-papered the yard.”
“What?” She walks towards me and looks out the front door, her eyes going wide. “Oh my god.”
“Yeah,” I mutter, stepping outside.
“Where are you going?”
“They left their bikes, I’m going to put them in the garage and call the cops, hopefully they can use them to track the kids down.”
“Give me a second and I’ll come out with you.”
“Baby, just stay inside.”
“Yeah, right.” She starts to turn around and stumbles over Dozer, who is crowding her. Righting herself, she leans down to rub the top of his head, then looks back at me. “Give me just a second.”
Jesus, she’s cute.
Smiling, I watch her disappear out of sight, only to come back less than two minutes later wearing her jeans and carrying a shirt that she holds out to me.
“Thanks, baby.” I take it from her and put it on, then step outside, feeling the crunch of something under my foot. Looking down my jaw goes hard, then that annoyance in my gut turns to anger when I look back at the house and see the front marked with egg splatter.
“Do you think it was Matthew and his friends?” she asks, looking at the trees and bushes in the front of the house that are covered with toilet paper, the white strips of it blowing in the breeze.
“I wouldn’t be surprised.” We walk down the sidewalk to the driveway. When we get to the end of the road, I look in both directions. Without a doubt the boys are close enough to see the house and probably freaking out because they know they left their bikes behind and they can’t come back without me catching them.
Grabbing one, I start rolling it towards the house, and Nalia lifts the other one, rolling it along with me. Reaching the garage door, I plug in the code, and it slides open. After placing both bikes inside, I take her hand and walk her to the door, hitting the button for the garage sending it closed then lead her into the house.
Taking her down the hall to the bedroom, I flip on the lamp, then grab my cell from the side of the bed and take a seat. I call the non-emergency line for the police department, and request an officer come over so that I can file a report and they can pick up the bikes the kids left behind. After the dispatcher tells me an officer is in route, I end the call.
“An officer will be here in just a few minutes.” I get to my feet, then I lean down, planting my fist in the bed at Nalia’s hip. “Why don’t you go back to bed?”
“I’m not going to leave you to deal with this on your own.”
“There is nothing to deal with, baby. When they get here, they’ll take a report, pick up the bikes, and leave. I’m not dealing with the yard tonight; I’ll get that shit sorted in the morning.” I get closer and touch my lips to hers. “Just get back in bed, and when I’m done, I’ll join you.”
“Logan.”
“Nalia, it’s late, you don’t need to deal with this.”
“Neither do you, but here we are,” she mutters, and I hold her stare until she pulls her gaze from mine and sighs. “Fine, I’ll stay.”
“Thank you.” I kiss her once more, then go to my closet and grab a hoodie. When I walk back out, her jeans are on the end of the bed, and she’s under the covers with her back to the headboard. “Be right back.”
After I get her nod, I tell Dozer to stay and listen to him groan before he walks back over to his bed. Stepping out the front door, a minute later, a cruiser is pulling up, so I walk down to the end of the driveway to meet the two officers who get out. I spend a few minutes talking to the two of them and letting them know who I suspect is responsible while they take a few pictures, then I help them load the bikes into the trunk. When I get back inside and walk into the bedroom, Nalia is exactly like I left her, sitting up in bed with her phone.
“What did they say?”
“Nothing much. They took a report, wrote down who I told them I thought might be responsible, then they took the bikes and got some photos. They said they’ll go over to Matthew’s house in the morning,” I get undressed down to my sweats then slide into bed next to her.
“If it was Matthew, maybe the cops showing up at his place will scare him into not being a little prick.”
“Maybe.” I reach over for the lamp, flipping it off, then curl her into my side. She settles against me with her arm across my abs and lifts her thigh to rest on top of mine. I grit my teeth. Last evening, I took full advantage of having her alone, and the last two times I fucked her, I was not gentle. I’m sure she’s sore, and I need to give her a break.
“Are you tired?” she asks softly while I feel her fingers against my skin twitch.
“No.”
“Me either.” She slides her body up mine and straddles my lap. All my good intentions go right out the fucking window when I move my hands up her thighs and slide them back to her ass, finding her bare.
Standing in the middle of the front yard, I watch Harlen carry a trash bag to the back of his truck and toss it in the back, adding it to the pile there.
Unbeknownst to me, last night while I was dealing with the officers who showed up at the house to document the damage done, Nalia had sent out a text to her family, and by eight this morning, they were here to help clean up. Her dad showed up with donuts, her sister Willow, her husband Clay, and their son with bagels, her sister Harmony, and her husband Harlen and their girls with a fruit platter and coffee, and her brothers Bax, Talon, and Sage with their wives and kids.
It's taken all of us working together about two hours to get everything cleaned up after spending a good amount of time in the kitchen hanging out before even getting to work. Without them all chipping in, I would have been cleaning up the mess for days, especially after getting up this morning and seeing that there was way more damage done than I realized last night in the dark. Not only had they toilet papered the yard and tossed eggs at the house, they had also trampled the flower beds and pulled shit out of the garden.
“I think that’s as good as it’s going to get, until you can use a pressure washer,” Nico tells me as he walks up with the hose he was using to spray down the outside of the house. The white brick was stained with yellow spots, along with a few of the windows where the kids had tossed eggs.
“I got one at the shop, I’ll bring it home tomorrow and some cleaning liquid” I take the hose from him and start walking it to the garage where the hook up is. “I really appreciate you guys stepping in to help get this all cleaned up.”
“Nalia was pretty adamant that she didn’t want the kids coming home to see what happened.”
Of course, she was, which is why her mom stayed behind at the house with Zuri and her nephew Nash.
“That’s the last of the trash.” Bax passes a bag of garbage to Sage, who walks it over to the back of Harlen’s truck, tossing it in with the rest.
“Thanks, man.”
“Glad we could help,” Bax says as Harlen walks up to join us. “I’m going to go get my wife; we still have some stuff to do around the house before we head over for the barbecue.”
“I’m going to do the same,” Harlen tells us as Sage and Talon join us, along with Clay, who has his son on his hip.
“I owe you all a beer.”
“We’ll have one this afternoon,” Nico says, patting my back, and Harlen gives him an odd look. “What?”
“Just wondering what the fuck is going on,” Harlen tells him with a frown.
“Pardon?” Nico asks him.
“You’re cool with this guy after what?” Harlen looks at me. “A few weeks? Clay and I had to walk through fire for god knows how long before you accepted us.”
“Christ,” Nico mutters. “Can’t you see that I’m getting too old for the bullshit? I just want to be on the beach with my wife. The sooner I know all my girls are in good hands, the sooner I can make that dream a reality.”
