Finding Him: Second Chance Billionaire Romance (Finding Love Book 1), page 33
This is a side of the old man we’ve never seen. I watch Brooke show him the moves to the chorus, and I half expect him to either walk away or just stand there for the entire song. When he actually starts to copy her, I scramble to get my phone out of my pocket in time. I need to capture this on video.
As soon as the song is over, he thanks Brooke before making a beeline for us. His hasty retreat makes me laugh. I’m so glad he’s being a good sport, and that I have footage I can look back on when I need a laugh.
Deciding to head back to my original seat, I stand. Michelle grabs me as I walk away. “Please tell me you got pictures of that.”
“Even better, I got the whole thing on video.” She high-fives me.
“I need a copy.”
“Definitely. I might even upload it to YouTube.”
She throws back her head and laughs. “Brooke’s having the best night.”
“She is,” I say, smiling as we both turn and face the dance floor.
“You did good, big brother. I’m so happy for you both.”
“Thanks, sis.” I drape my arm around her shoulder. “I’ve never felt like this about anyone.”
“Brooke is perfect for you, and I couldn’t ask for a better sister-in-law.”
“Slow down, there,” I say, laughing. “You sound like Mum.”
She nudges my side with her elbow. “You’re going to marry this one. You know it as much as I do.”
Chapter 50
Brooke
I slide my arms around Logan’s waist. “Are you enjoying your birthday?” he asks.
“Are you kidding me?” My cheeks are hurting from smiling so much. “This is the best night of my life. And don’t forget, you promised me a dance.”
He chuckles at my comment, and I narrow my eyes.
“Come get me when a slow song comes on.”
“I almost grabbed you for the ‘YMCA,’ but I saw the panic on your face as I approached and took your dad instead.”
“I’m eternally grateful for that.”
“I still can’t believe this is all mine,” I say, glancing around the room.
“You deserve it all and so much more.”
“One day I’ll pay you back for all that you have done for me, Mr. Cavanagh, and that’s a promise.”
“Shh,” he says, placing his finger on my lips. “Did I forget to mention the ‘no payback clause’?”
“What clause?” I say, fighting a smile.
“It was in the fine print.”
“Right,” I say, laughing.
“Besides, you can’t pay someone back for a gift. It’s against the law, and I’m a lawyer, so I should know.”
“You don’t play fair,” I say, poking him in the side.
“When it comes to you, Miss Ryan, never.”
Leaning closer, I whisper into his ear, “What if I said I wanted to pay you back in blowjobs?”
Throwing back his head, he groans. “Then we’d have a problem.”
“How ironclad is this contract?”
“A few minutes ago, I would’ve said unbreakable, but now that you’ve thrown blowjobs into the equation, I’m going to have to find a loophole.”
“I figured as much,” I say, and we both laugh.
“Just the thought of your sweet lips …” He presses himself against me, and I feel him hardening.
“I love you so much, Hot Stuff. Even without all of this. If we were dirt poor and lived in a trailer park, the depth of my feelings for you wouldn’t change.”
“I know.” When he covers my mouth with his, my body instinctively melts into him. “Mm,” he hums when our lips finally part. “I can’t wait to get you alone.”
Reaching up, I slide my fingers into his hair. “I can’t wait for that either. It will be the perfect end to a perfect day.”
Our little moment is broken when John appears at our side. “I hate to break this up, but I was wondering if I could borrow the birthday girl for a few minutes.”
Logan’s eyes move to me, and I give him a tiny nod of reassurance. Even though things have improved dramatically between John and I, I appreciate that Logan still checks in to see if I’m comfortable.
When Logan turns to leave us, I give his firm, round arse a sneaky pinch as he walks away.
“I’m all yours,” I say, giving John my undivided attention.
“Do you mind if we step outside for a moment?”
“Sure.”
“You look to be enjoying your night,” he says holding the studio door open for me.
“It’s been amazing.”
My eyes take in the foyer once more as we pass through. John reaches for the exterior glass door, and I thank him as I step out into the night air.
He shoves his hands into the pockets of his trousers before stopping beside me. “You’re probably wondering why I brought you out here.”
“Yes.”
“Come,” he says. “I have something for you.”
“You do?”
“Your birthday gift.”
“Oh my god,” I say when we round the corner of the building and I see a bright yellow car sitting there wrapped in a big red bow.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart.” He pulls a set of keys from his pocket and places them in my hand.
“John, I can’t accept this. It’s too much.”
He chuckles to himself. “Logan warned me you’d say that.”
“I don’t mean to sound ungrateful.”
“Come take a look at it,” he says, placing his hand on my elbow and guiding me in that direction. “I had the studio logo put on the back and the sides. It will be great advertising when you’re driving around the city.”
“That was really sweet of you, but—”
“But nothing. I’ve missed out on all your birthdays and Christmases. Besides, plenty of fathers buy cars for their daughters.”
“John.”
“Please let me do this for you.” Facing me, he places his hands on my shoulders. “It would mean so much to me if you’d accept this gift. You have no idea how bad I feel for not being there for you when you were growing up.”
I bow my head because I can’t stand to see the pleading look in his eyes. “It’s just …”
“Just what?” he asks, placing his finger under my chin and raising my face to meet his. “To be honest, I’m overwhelmed and a little embarrassed by everyone’s generosity. Just having you all here tonight is more than enough for me. I’ve never owned a car as nice as this.”
“It’s only a Mini convertible, not a Lamborghini.”
“It’s still nicer than anything I’ve ever had.”
Releasing me, he steps towards the car and opens the driver’s door.
“Come take a look.” Joining him, I bend down to look inside. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” I can smell the new leather from where I stand. The interior is so fancy. It’s black with splashes of bright yellow here and there that match the exterior colour perfectly.
“It’s beautiful,” I say.
“So, you’ll accept it?”
Tears pool in my eyes as I meet his gaze. “If it means that much to you.”
“It means the world to me … as do you,” he says, wrapping me in his arms.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
“For the record, this present not only makes up for all my missed birthday and Christmas presents, but it will also cover me for the rest of my life,” I say with a small laugh, but I’m deadly serious. I don’t want or need to be showered with expensive gifts from him as well.
“Let me be the judge of that.”
Picking up one of the flower arrangements from the table, I inhale the sweet, perfumed scent of the yellow roses. A small smile lingers as I think of my mother. She would’ve loved tonight.
A sense of peace settles over me. Although I didn’t fulfil my promise to her the way I’d planned, I know she would be proud of me, proud of the direction my life has taken. For the first time in a long time, my future looks promising.
“Are you okay, babe?” Logan asks, coming up behind me and sliding his arms around my waist.
“I’m more than okay,” I reply, leaning my head back into his chest.
“John asked if he could order the flowers for tonight,” he says, nodding at the arrangement in my hand. “It’s uncanny that he chose yellow roses when I didn’t request any specific type of flower.”
The smile on my face widens because I know exactly why he chose them. “They were my mother’s favourite flowers,” I reply, placing them back down on the table and turning in his arms.
“I didn’t know that.”
“John brought them for her when they were together.”
“Really? And now I buy them for you. How weird.”
“I wouldn’t say weird.” Giving Logan a kiss, I revel in the extraordinary circumstances that have led me to where I am in this moment, to a life I could’ve only once dreamt about. “Do you know how happy you make me, Hot Stuff?”
“Even if it’s only a fraction of the joy you’ve given, then yes.” He cups my face in his hands before continuing. “I’ve lived thirty-two years without you, and it’s only taken me a few short months to realise the rest of my life would be nothing without you in it.”
“I feel exactly the same way.” I’ve survived many heartaches over the years, but I’m certain if I ever lost him, it would break me. “Can we stay here tonight?” I ask.
“Sure, if you want to.”
Releasing him from my embrace, I grab his hand and lead him out of the studio and into the reception area. We are the only ones here; all the guests have left. When we reach the bottom of the landing, Logan throws me over his shoulder and slaps my arse as he takes the stairs two at a time.
The moment we reach the private sanctuary he set up, he places me back on my feet. “This tie has been burning a hole in my pocket all evening,” he says, retrieving it from his jacket.
“Why?” I ask, giving him an inquisitive look. When he raises an eyebrow and gives me a sexy smirk, the conversation in the limousine earlier springs to mind. “Oh!”
“Turn around,” he orders. My body trembles with anticipation as I let him secure the blindfold over my eyes. The room is mostly silent, except for the sound of my own erratic breathing.
The clunking of his shoes against the wooden floor alerts me that he is on the move.
“Hot Stuff,” I whisper as my longing for his touch intensifies.
“Shh,” he utters, leaning in towards my ear. His warm breath against my skin makes it pebble with goosebumps.
“You’re teasing me.”
“And you love it.” He continues walking in circles around me. “Lift your arms in the air,” he commands. I feel like his prey awaiting the attack.
Moments pass before I feel his featherlike touch against my side, as he slowly and meticulously draws down the zipper of my dress. He lowers my arms before his fingers skim across my shoulder, gently pushing the fabric down my arm. I hear him take in a sharp breath the moment the garment pools around my feet, exposing my sheer, baby blue strapless lace bra and matching g-string. I bought them especially for him.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning into me once more. He brushes his lips softly against mine, but when I reach for him, he steps back. “Hands by your side.”
Unable to see, my hearing is amplified. When a sharp clicking sound fills the room, I listen intently trying to identify what it is before it dawns on me what is happening.
“Are you taking photos of me?”
“Yes. You have no idea how good you look standing here like this.” He’s near because I can feel his breath tickling my ear. “You’re a walking fucking wet dream,” he grates out, making me shiver. I tilt my head back and whimper when he runs his finger from the base of my bra to the waistband of my underwear. “Every single inch of you.” I take in a sharp breath when his fingertips disappear underneath the fabric, and I ache for him to go lower.
I feel his tongue circling my belly button. The sensation is almost too much. My other senses seemed heightened by my loss of sight.
“Please touch me,” I beg.
“Quiet.”
“But you’re slowly killing me.”
His strong hands grip my hips as he turns me around, and I yelp when he bites my arse cheek. It sends a combination of pain and pleasure surging through my body.
“Are you aching for my touch?”
“Desperately.”
“Where?” I whimper when he runs his tongue along the length of my spine. “I need your words, Miss Ryan.”
“Everywhere.” Logan’s hands softly glide over my ribcage, until both his palms are covering my breasts. Tilting my head back, I moan into the silence when he tweaks my nipples through the lace. “Oh god, I need your touch everywhere.”
A growl permeates from the back of his throat, and his movements suddenly become desperate. He yanks my g-string down and turns me to face him. Grasping one of my ankles he raises my foot slightly off the floor before removing my high heel and then my underwear. A whimper escapes my lips when he continues to lift that same leg higher, before resting it on his shoulder.
‘Thank god,’ I silently chant. I wasn’t sure if I could stand much more of his taunting.
He places his palm on my inner thigh to spread me wide as he blows warm air against my sensitive flesh. “I love how flexible you are,” he mumbles before his mouth finally bears down on me.
He’s like a starved man at an all-you-can-eat buffet, but I’m not complaining.
“Hot Stuff,” I breathe as my hands fist his hair to hold him in place.
“You taste so good.”
“I need more,” I say, pushing my pelvis towards his face.
I’m perplexed and disappointed when Logan suddenly pushes my leg off his shoulder and stands. He tugs off my blindfold, before sliding his hands under my arms, lifting me off the ground and moving across the room until my body slams into the wall.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he demands. “I need to be inside you.”
Dragging down his zipper, he pulls out his cock and after lining himself up, he wastes no time plunging himself deep inside me.
Barely audible vulgarity spills from his mouth as he withdraws almost to the tip before plummeting back in. This isn’t lovemaking; it’s raw, unadulterated fucking. He’s like a savage animal as he impales me over and over again. I’m loving every second of it and I can already feel my orgasm building.
“Fuck me harder,” I beg. He draws his face back and grins.
There’s pure lust smouldering in his emerald eyes. I’ve never spoken to him like that before, but like him, I can’t seem to get enough.
Clutching my hips, his fingers dig roughly into my flesh as he somehow manages to pick up the pace. “Fuck,” he grates out, throwing back his head. Seconds later, he withdraws from me and ejaculates all over my stomach. His breathing is rapid, as he rests his forehead against mine, trying to get air into his lungs. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t hold back.”
“I’m not complaining.”
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Not at all.”
“I don’t know what came over me.”
“I don’t know either, but I liked it.”
“I liked it too,” he chuckles as he carries me towards the bed, gently laying me down. I smile when I see he’s still fully dressed, apart from the zipper on his trousers being down. “Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?”
“I’m fine, honestly.” I bite my bottom lip. “Can we do it again?”
“I owe you a couple of orgasms first,” he says, wasting no time stripping out of his clothes and joining me.
Reaching over the side of the bed, he picks up the dress shirt he was wearing and wipes his cum from my stomach.
“This mattress feels different, almost softer,” I say squirming on the bed. “Or am I just used to your bed now?”
“Our bed,” he scolds, “and I bought a new one.”
“You did? Why? The other mattress was less than a year old.”
“Because I didn’t want you sleeping in a bed you may have shared with another man.”
Pushing him onto his back, I straddle his lap. “Nobody else shared my bed. I haven’t been with anyone since I moved back to Sydney … except you.”
“You bring out a side of me that I never knew existed.”
“What do you mean?”
“I guess you could call it …” He pauses for a moment.
“Call it what?”
“My jealous side. I know you have a past, babe—we both do—but just thinking about another man having his hands on you makes me all kinds of crazy.”
“That’s sweet,” I say. “In a caveman kind of way.”
“I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you. I don’t know any other way to explain it.”
“I understand. That day we ran into Amanda, I wanted to scratch her eyes out.”
He chuckles at my comment. “As I’ve told you many times, she’s no threat to you. You’re all I want.”
“You’re all I want too. And yes, by the way.”
“Yes?” He gives me a puzzled look.
“To the question you asked me the night of the ballet.”
When his features relax and a smile bursts onto his face, I know he’s figured it out. “You’re staying at the penthouse indefinitely?”
“Yes.”
He flips me onto my back and covers my body with his. “Was it that hard fuck against the wall that sealed the deal?”
“No,” I laugh, slapping his chest. “Although it definitely helped tip things in your favour.”
“My dirty girl,” he teases, nipping at my neck. When he draws his face back, he grinning. “Just so you know, you can’t take it back. It’s a done deal.”
“I don’t want to take it back,” I say, cupping his face with my hand. “I’m at my happiest when I’m with you. So, my home is, and always will be wherever you are.”
Chapter 51
Logan
“Good morning, beautiful,” I say as I place a soft kiss on Brooke’s shoulder.
As soon as the song is over, he thanks Brooke before making a beeline for us. His hasty retreat makes me laugh. I’m so glad he’s being a good sport, and that I have footage I can look back on when I need a laugh.
Deciding to head back to my original seat, I stand. Michelle grabs me as I walk away. “Please tell me you got pictures of that.”
“Even better, I got the whole thing on video.” She high-fives me.
“I need a copy.”
“Definitely. I might even upload it to YouTube.”
She throws back her head and laughs. “Brooke’s having the best night.”
“She is,” I say, smiling as we both turn and face the dance floor.
“You did good, big brother. I’m so happy for you both.”
“Thanks, sis.” I drape my arm around her shoulder. “I’ve never felt like this about anyone.”
“Brooke is perfect for you, and I couldn’t ask for a better sister-in-law.”
“Slow down, there,” I say, laughing. “You sound like Mum.”
She nudges my side with her elbow. “You’re going to marry this one. You know it as much as I do.”
Chapter 50
Brooke
I slide my arms around Logan’s waist. “Are you enjoying your birthday?” he asks.
“Are you kidding me?” My cheeks are hurting from smiling so much. “This is the best night of my life. And don’t forget, you promised me a dance.”
He chuckles at my comment, and I narrow my eyes.
“Come get me when a slow song comes on.”
“I almost grabbed you for the ‘YMCA,’ but I saw the panic on your face as I approached and took your dad instead.”
“I’m eternally grateful for that.”
“I still can’t believe this is all mine,” I say, glancing around the room.
“You deserve it all and so much more.”
“One day I’ll pay you back for all that you have done for me, Mr. Cavanagh, and that’s a promise.”
“Shh,” he says, placing his finger on my lips. “Did I forget to mention the ‘no payback clause’?”
“What clause?” I say, fighting a smile.
“It was in the fine print.”
“Right,” I say, laughing.
“Besides, you can’t pay someone back for a gift. It’s against the law, and I’m a lawyer, so I should know.”
“You don’t play fair,” I say, poking him in the side.
“When it comes to you, Miss Ryan, never.”
Leaning closer, I whisper into his ear, “What if I said I wanted to pay you back in blowjobs?”
Throwing back his head, he groans. “Then we’d have a problem.”
“How ironclad is this contract?”
“A few minutes ago, I would’ve said unbreakable, but now that you’ve thrown blowjobs into the equation, I’m going to have to find a loophole.”
“I figured as much,” I say, and we both laugh.
“Just the thought of your sweet lips …” He presses himself against me, and I feel him hardening.
“I love you so much, Hot Stuff. Even without all of this. If we were dirt poor and lived in a trailer park, the depth of my feelings for you wouldn’t change.”
“I know.” When he covers my mouth with his, my body instinctively melts into him. “Mm,” he hums when our lips finally part. “I can’t wait to get you alone.”
Reaching up, I slide my fingers into his hair. “I can’t wait for that either. It will be the perfect end to a perfect day.”
Our little moment is broken when John appears at our side. “I hate to break this up, but I was wondering if I could borrow the birthday girl for a few minutes.”
Logan’s eyes move to me, and I give him a tiny nod of reassurance. Even though things have improved dramatically between John and I, I appreciate that Logan still checks in to see if I’m comfortable.
When Logan turns to leave us, I give his firm, round arse a sneaky pinch as he walks away.
“I’m all yours,” I say, giving John my undivided attention.
“Do you mind if we step outside for a moment?”
“Sure.”
“You look to be enjoying your night,” he says holding the studio door open for me.
“It’s been amazing.”
My eyes take in the foyer once more as we pass through. John reaches for the exterior glass door, and I thank him as I step out into the night air.
He shoves his hands into the pockets of his trousers before stopping beside me. “You’re probably wondering why I brought you out here.”
“Yes.”
“Come,” he says. “I have something for you.”
“You do?”
“Your birthday gift.”
“Oh my god,” I say when we round the corner of the building and I see a bright yellow car sitting there wrapped in a big red bow.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart.” He pulls a set of keys from his pocket and places them in my hand.
“John, I can’t accept this. It’s too much.”
He chuckles to himself. “Logan warned me you’d say that.”
“I don’t mean to sound ungrateful.”
“Come take a look at it,” he says, placing his hand on my elbow and guiding me in that direction. “I had the studio logo put on the back and the sides. It will be great advertising when you’re driving around the city.”
“That was really sweet of you, but—”
“But nothing. I’ve missed out on all your birthdays and Christmases. Besides, plenty of fathers buy cars for their daughters.”
“John.”
“Please let me do this for you.” Facing me, he places his hands on my shoulders. “It would mean so much to me if you’d accept this gift. You have no idea how bad I feel for not being there for you when you were growing up.”
I bow my head because I can’t stand to see the pleading look in his eyes. “It’s just …”
“Just what?” he asks, placing his finger under my chin and raising my face to meet his. “To be honest, I’m overwhelmed and a little embarrassed by everyone’s generosity. Just having you all here tonight is more than enough for me. I’ve never owned a car as nice as this.”
“It’s only a Mini convertible, not a Lamborghini.”
“It’s still nicer than anything I’ve ever had.”
Releasing me, he steps towards the car and opens the driver’s door.
“Come take a look.” Joining him, I bend down to look inside. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” I can smell the new leather from where I stand. The interior is so fancy. It’s black with splashes of bright yellow here and there that match the exterior colour perfectly.
“It’s beautiful,” I say.
“So, you’ll accept it?”
Tears pool in my eyes as I meet his gaze. “If it means that much to you.”
“It means the world to me … as do you,” he says, wrapping me in his arms.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
“For the record, this present not only makes up for all my missed birthday and Christmas presents, but it will also cover me for the rest of my life,” I say with a small laugh, but I’m deadly serious. I don’t want or need to be showered with expensive gifts from him as well.
“Let me be the judge of that.”
Picking up one of the flower arrangements from the table, I inhale the sweet, perfumed scent of the yellow roses. A small smile lingers as I think of my mother. She would’ve loved tonight.
A sense of peace settles over me. Although I didn’t fulfil my promise to her the way I’d planned, I know she would be proud of me, proud of the direction my life has taken. For the first time in a long time, my future looks promising.
“Are you okay, babe?” Logan asks, coming up behind me and sliding his arms around my waist.
“I’m more than okay,” I reply, leaning my head back into his chest.
“John asked if he could order the flowers for tonight,” he says, nodding at the arrangement in my hand. “It’s uncanny that he chose yellow roses when I didn’t request any specific type of flower.”
The smile on my face widens because I know exactly why he chose them. “They were my mother’s favourite flowers,” I reply, placing them back down on the table and turning in his arms.
“I didn’t know that.”
“John brought them for her when they were together.”
“Really? And now I buy them for you. How weird.”
“I wouldn’t say weird.” Giving Logan a kiss, I revel in the extraordinary circumstances that have led me to where I am in this moment, to a life I could’ve only once dreamt about. “Do you know how happy you make me, Hot Stuff?”
“Even if it’s only a fraction of the joy you’ve given, then yes.” He cups my face in his hands before continuing. “I’ve lived thirty-two years without you, and it’s only taken me a few short months to realise the rest of my life would be nothing without you in it.”
“I feel exactly the same way.” I’ve survived many heartaches over the years, but I’m certain if I ever lost him, it would break me. “Can we stay here tonight?” I ask.
“Sure, if you want to.”
Releasing him from my embrace, I grab his hand and lead him out of the studio and into the reception area. We are the only ones here; all the guests have left. When we reach the bottom of the landing, Logan throws me over his shoulder and slaps my arse as he takes the stairs two at a time.
The moment we reach the private sanctuary he set up, he places me back on my feet. “This tie has been burning a hole in my pocket all evening,” he says, retrieving it from his jacket.
“Why?” I ask, giving him an inquisitive look. When he raises an eyebrow and gives me a sexy smirk, the conversation in the limousine earlier springs to mind. “Oh!”
“Turn around,” he orders. My body trembles with anticipation as I let him secure the blindfold over my eyes. The room is mostly silent, except for the sound of my own erratic breathing.
The clunking of his shoes against the wooden floor alerts me that he is on the move.
“Hot Stuff,” I whisper as my longing for his touch intensifies.
“Shh,” he utters, leaning in towards my ear. His warm breath against my skin makes it pebble with goosebumps.
“You’re teasing me.”
“And you love it.” He continues walking in circles around me. “Lift your arms in the air,” he commands. I feel like his prey awaiting the attack.
Moments pass before I feel his featherlike touch against my side, as he slowly and meticulously draws down the zipper of my dress. He lowers my arms before his fingers skim across my shoulder, gently pushing the fabric down my arm. I hear him take in a sharp breath the moment the garment pools around my feet, exposing my sheer, baby blue strapless lace bra and matching g-string. I bought them especially for him.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning into me once more. He brushes his lips softly against mine, but when I reach for him, he steps back. “Hands by your side.”
Unable to see, my hearing is amplified. When a sharp clicking sound fills the room, I listen intently trying to identify what it is before it dawns on me what is happening.
“Are you taking photos of me?”
“Yes. You have no idea how good you look standing here like this.” He’s near because I can feel his breath tickling my ear. “You’re a walking fucking wet dream,” he grates out, making me shiver. I tilt my head back and whimper when he runs his finger from the base of my bra to the waistband of my underwear. “Every single inch of you.” I take in a sharp breath when his fingertips disappear underneath the fabric, and I ache for him to go lower.
I feel his tongue circling my belly button. The sensation is almost too much. My other senses seemed heightened by my loss of sight.
“Please touch me,” I beg.
“Quiet.”
“But you’re slowly killing me.”
His strong hands grip my hips as he turns me around, and I yelp when he bites my arse cheek. It sends a combination of pain and pleasure surging through my body.
“Are you aching for my touch?”
“Desperately.”
“Where?” I whimper when he runs his tongue along the length of my spine. “I need your words, Miss Ryan.”
“Everywhere.” Logan’s hands softly glide over my ribcage, until both his palms are covering my breasts. Tilting my head back, I moan into the silence when he tweaks my nipples through the lace. “Oh god, I need your touch everywhere.”
A growl permeates from the back of his throat, and his movements suddenly become desperate. He yanks my g-string down and turns me to face him. Grasping one of my ankles he raises my foot slightly off the floor before removing my high heel and then my underwear. A whimper escapes my lips when he continues to lift that same leg higher, before resting it on his shoulder.
‘Thank god,’ I silently chant. I wasn’t sure if I could stand much more of his taunting.
He places his palm on my inner thigh to spread me wide as he blows warm air against my sensitive flesh. “I love how flexible you are,” he mumbles before his mouth finally bears down on me.
He’s like a starved man at an all-you-can-eat buffet, but I’m not complaining.
“Hot Stuff,” I breathe as my hands fist his hair to hold him in place.
“You taste so good.”
“I need more,” I say, pushing my pelvis towards his face.
I’m perplexed and disappointed when Logan suddenly pushes my leg off his shoulder and stands. He tugs off my blindfold, before sliding his hands under my arms, lifting me off the ground and moving across the room until my body slams into the wall.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he demands. “I need to be inside you.”
Dragging down his zipper, he pulls out his cock and after lining himself up, he wastes no time plunging himself deep inside me.
Barely audible vulgarity spills from his mouth as he withdraws almost to the tip before plummeting back in. This isn’t lovemaking; it’s raw, unadulterated fucking. He’s like a savage animal as he impales me over and over again. I’m loving every second of it and I can already feel my orgasm building.
“Fuck me harder,” I beg. He draws his face back and grins.
There’s pure lust smouldering in his emerald eyes. I’ve never spoken to him like that before, but like him, I can’t seem to get enough.
Clutching my hips, his fingers dig roughly into my flesh as he somehow manages to pick up the pace. “Fuck,” he grates out, throwing back his head. Seconds later, he withdraws from me and ejaculates all over my stomach. His breathing is rapid, as he rests his forehead against mine, trying to get air into his lungs. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t hold back.”
“I’m not complaining.”
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Not at all.”
“I don’t know what came over me.”
“I don’t know either, but I liked it.”
“I liked it too,” he chuckles as he carries me towards the bed, gently laying me down. I smile when I see he’s still fully dressed, apart from the zipper on his trousers being down. “Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?”
“I’m fine, honestly.” I bite my bottom lip. “Can we do it again?”
“I owe you a couple of orgasms first,” he says, wasting no time stripping out of his clothes and joining me.
Reaching over the side of the bed, he picks up the dress shirt he was wearing and wipes his cum from my stomach.
“This mattress feels different, almost softer,” I say squirming on the bed. “Or am I just used to your bed now?”
“Our bed,” he scolds, “and I bought a new one.”
“You did? Why? The other mattress was less than a year old.”
“Because I didn’t want you sleeping in a bed you may have shared with another man.”
Pushing him onto his back, I straddle his lap. “Nobody else shared my bed. I haven’t been with anyone since I moved back to Sydney … except you.”
“You bring out a side of me that I never knew existed.”
“What do you mean?”
“I guess you could call it …” He pauses for a moment.
“Call it what?”
“My jealous side. I know you have a past, babe—we both do—but just thinking about another man having his hands on you makes me all kinds of crazy.”
“That’s sweet,” I say. “In a caveman kind of way.”
“I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you. I don’t know any other way to explain it.”
“I understand. That day we ran into Amanda, I wanted to scratch her eyes out.”
He chuckles at my comment. “As I’ve told you many times, she’s no threat to you. You’re all I want.”
“You’re all I want too. And yes, by the way.”
“Yes?” He gives me a puzzled look.
“To the question you asked me the night of the ballet.”
When his features relax and a smile bursts onto his face, I know he’s figured it out. “You’re staying at the penthouse indefinitely?”
“Yes.”
He flips me onto my back and covers my body with his. “Was it that hard fuck against the wall that sealed the deal?”
“No,” I laugh, slapping his chest. “Although it definitely helped tip things in your favour.”
“My dirty girl,” he teases, nipping at my neck. When he draws his face back, he grinning. “Just so you know, you can’t take it back. It’s a done deal.”
“I don’t want to take it back,” I say, cupping his face with my hand. “I’m at my happiest when I’m with you. So, my home is, and always will be wherever you are.”
Chapter 51
Logan
“Good morning, beautiful,” I say as I place a soft kiss on Brooke’s shoulder.
