“Logan, get in here. We were just telling that story about the tree house!” My uncle saw me and waved me over.
I let that deep breath of Utah air settle as I walked back inside the house of mourners.
By the time everyone left and I was sure Mom wasn’t going to do anything stupid, I hopped in my rental car and drove to my hotel. My mind was tired, as were my emotions. I didn’t like large crowds, and I didn’t like talking to people who had no interest in what I was actually saying. Speaking without purpose was a waste of breath.
Needing an outlet for my emotions, I decided I’d do some meditation after taking a shower. It was better than nothing, and I needed something to remove the shit that was clogging up my head.
My thoughts drifted to Mia. She’d still be at that gala—and hopefully alone. My tightening body didn’t like the idea of someone else drawing out her smiles like I did. She’d sent me pics of her day date with herself, getting her toes done and her hair. She had taken herself out for a light lunch and read parts of a book. Her little texts had been the only things that kept me going today, preventing me from punching someone and finding the first flight out of here. She was proof that you could work and come back from being lost. As were all my clients.
The last pic had hit my phone about three hours ago. She was dressed in a sparkling green dress that stopped at her collarbone and capped at her shoulders. It flowed down to her glittering silver heels that helped show off her spectacular legs along with that slit in the front of the dress. Her hair was pushed back, showing off her neck and artfully done makeup. She was beautiful. I’d texted as much, too, wishing I were there to see her in person.
I took my shower and did fifteen minutes of meditation before passing out in bed, leaving the events of the day behind as the hours passed.
When the early morning rose, I stayed in bed, counting the things I was thankful for instead of focusing on what all I had to do today. It was hard. There were lots of papers to sign, and I had Mom to deal with. My mind kept going back to the hurt and the memories of the past despite all my training to get beyond them. It was going to take a miracle not to lose my shit on anyone who acted dick-ish today.
I threw on some pants and started the coffeemaker on the dresser. Just as I was cleaning up in the bathroom, a knock on the door echoed in the quiet room.
Maybe I’d forgotten to put the No Room Service door hanger on last night. Pretty sure I’d kept it on every day and not taken it off. Still, I dried off my face and walked to the door in just my pants.
Every muscle in my body froze at the sight before me.
I’d thought to myself that I’d need a miracle to get through today, but never in my wildest dreams had I thought that miracle would form as Mia, still wearing that sparkling green dress, standing on the other side of my hotel door.
I didn’t know what to say, completely stunned she was here. Probably having flown on her jet to get here.
“Um, I needed help unzipping my dress, and I didn’t want anyone to do it but you,” she blurted.
My mind was no longer focused on anything negative that had begun to cripple me.
It was solely on her, my miracle.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Mia
Logan’s expression was unreadable. His gaze was confused because I was standing at his door in my gala dress.
He hadn’t moved or spoken since I uttered my reason for being here, so he could unzip my dress. Maybe he thought I was a stalker now, having flown all the way here for this. Doubts were creeping in that this was a mistake, flying on my plane overnight to see him.
“Logan?”
I watched as his gaze roamed over me, the muscles of his torso flexing ever so slightly, like he was struggling in some way.
“Come in.” That wide-eyed, shocked look on his face was gone, and now, the predatory smirk with those you know you wanna screw me eyes appeared. This … this was the face I’d missed and had to see.
“I thought you were going to call me a stalker and tell me to go away for a moment there,” I voiced my doubts as I walked past him into the room.
It was one of our competitors on the budget side of the business. He’d mentioned that he was there in one of our conversations where he told me my hotel was way better. Indeed, it was. Still, I was probably going to get crap from someone for being here.
He closed the door and walked to stand near me, not quite touching. But his body was close to my back. “I’m glad you’re here.” I could feel the heat from his bare skin, and his breath tickled my neck as his voice rumbled against me.
“So, you had trouble unzipping your dress and wanted me to do it. Did I hear you correctly?” he purred, raising goose bumps on my exposed skin as a shiver shot down my body.
“Yes.” The word was hard to get out, but I managed just as his fingers softly brushed against the zipper.
His lips pressed against my shoulder, kissing for every centimeter of the zipper he pulled down. The air chilled my exposed back as his hands went to the shoulder caps of the dress and drew them down at a torturously slow pace.
A moan bubbled out from my chest from the rate of his hands, like he had all the time in the world to caress every inch of my skin. To drag this out for eternity instead of the mere twelve hours I had before needing to get back on my plane to Tampa.
“I can’t decide if I want to take my time, prolonging the end as long as I can.”
He nipped my neck, and I cried out a mixture of pain and pleasure. My fingers gripped the clutch in my hands like it was the only thing keeping me standing.
“Or fuck you fast, consuming your pleasure over and over, having you in every way possible in a short time.”
My nipples hardened, and my core clenched at his words. Logan’s voice was beyond sexy, and I swore, if he just kept talking, I would find release.
“Your choice, Mia. I’ve done my job here of unzipping your dress. Now, what do you want me to do?”
The dress fell down, revealing the only article of clothing beneath it. A black thong.
His fingers moved down my back and then back up toward my ribs and over, stroking right under my breasts. The act itself was teasing, making my chest arch and my backside press back against him. Craving more of his touch, more of him.
“Mia,” he growled, and my lips turned up into my own smolder from his voice.
He wasn’t as in control as he was making it seem. Confidence rushed through me. I had the power to drive this man to growl with need. Instead of answering, I slowly turned around, his hands dropping to his sides as his gaze prowled over every new inch of my skin he’d not seen before.
I smirked, feeling like the seductress that I believed was always inside me. She just needed someone who wanted to play with her. Someone who made her feel wanted and didn’t hold any judgment for what sexual desires she craved.
I took a step out of the pooled dress on the floor, and we were inches apart. His attention was solely on me, taking in my every move, my every breath.
Instead of talking, instead of thinking, I simply acted. Primal need to taste, to touch, and to feel everything. I leaned in and pressed my lips against his bare chest, my tongue swirling over his skin, tasting the hot flesh as the muscle beneath flexed with restraint. I lightly bit his nipple, guessing that Logan was more of a rough man if his solo session in my kitchen was any indication. His hands moved to my hips, holding me close, but there was no need since I was going nowhere but here.
“Fuck, Mia.” His fingers bit into my skin, only spurring me on more to devour every inch of his hard abdomen.
I lowered before him, my fingers prying at his pants. His cock bounced free, and my hand quickly touched him. The guttural grown vibrated from his lips down to where my hands caressed his silken hardness.
“If you want something, you’re going to have to tell me. I’m not very good at this,” I warned him before leaning in to gently press a kiss against him. Then, I licked against his broad head.
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br /> Wallace had liked oral, but he’d had this way of making me feel like I wasn’t doing anything right. I believed Logan would never make me feel that way, and so I wrapped my lips around him and began the next chapter in my sexual awakening with Logan.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Logan
Her ex was a complete idiot for cheating on this goddess. A fucking idiot. But thank fuck he had, as awful as it sounded, because I would never have met her and would never have gotten a taste of heaven if he had kept her to himself.
My body tensed with every bob of her head. The feeling of her moving against me was so erotic. I was so close to ending this right now between those sexy lips of hers.
She’d said she wasn’t good at this. What a load of crap she’d been fed. She licked and sucked me like she couldn’t get enough. Her hands moved to my balls, testing her own sexuality and power to drive me wild.
But, as much as I wanted that, I needed to taste her, to feel her sweet heat around my cock, and hear moans fill the air loud enough to get a noise complaint called on us.
I pulled back, and her cautious gaze darted up to meet my face.
“You’re fucking perfect, but I’ve been fantasizing about your body and your cunt for too long to be selfish. You can play with my dick after I’ve had my fill of you.”
Like that would ever happen, that voice in my head whispered, but I focused on the beauty rising to her feet before me.
Oh, the possibilities.
“Well … what are you gonna do to make me feel inspired, Logan?”
She fucking smirked at me, and my gaze flared with carnal desire. Claim, own, consume.
I was going to enjoy every second of turning that smirk into a moan of ecstasy.
My hands went to her hips as I stepped out of my pants. Then, I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, setting her on the counter.
Spreading her wide before me and the mirror on the open door.
“You’re going to watch me lick your pussy, and then we’ll see if you’re inspired yet.”
I bowed before her, my Italian goddess, my queen.
Pulling her thong to the side, I made sure she could see every flick, every nip, and every suck. I devoured her with her watching eyes on the mirror and me. I consumed every drop of her arousal like it was my very own aphrodisiac.
Her thighs clenched, trying to close as she neared release, but that first orgasm would be against my dick, not my tongue. I was greedy and wanted to feel it, watch her come apart against me like I’d imagined so many moments since meeting her.
I stood abruptly and plunged my cock into her hot core.
“Oh God,” she moaned as I pounded into her over and over, her walls tightening one last time before her nails dug into my shoulders and her head tilted back against the glass and fell hard into pleasurable oblivion.
This, right fucking here. The sight before me, the sensation of her around me, the sounds she made. I could die, feeling her come apart, shattering, and setting herself free before my very eyes and with my cock as the tool of her letting go.
Something was happening here, cementing into my soul, as her whimpers echoed around the bathroom tiles. But, instead of facing it, I lifted her up and off my cock before spinning her around to bend her over the counter.
“You’re a fucking goddess, the way you make me want to give you everything and more. More of this cock, more of my tongue. You feel so good, Mia. I don’t know how I’m going to stop claiming your pleasure.”
It was the honest truth. I wanted more and then some after that.
I entered her slowly this time, letting her feel every inch of me filling her. Her hooded eyes watched her face and mine as I seated myself fully inside her. My one hand gripped her shoulder, the other holding on to her pushed-aside thong like reigns on a prized horse.
Reluctantly, I pulled back, only to be reunited with her sweet core over and over.
“I want to see your cock disappear inside me,” she moaned.
Who was I to deny this woman anything? I slightly picked her up, still impaled on my cock as she stayed bent over, one hand on the counter, the other on the door, and I began pounding hard into her. Those tits bouncing with every thrust.
Oh fuck. Seeing her watch every movement of my cock with a wanton stare would be my undoing. She liked seeing what I was doing to her, the image turning her on just as much as it did me.
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come, Mia.”
I wanted so badly to keep fucking her until I came inside her, but we hadn’t talked about contraception or anything.
“I want to feel you come inside me, Logan, please. I’m good. I hope to God you are, too. Please.”
That counted.
White-hot desire barreled into me as I came hard, propelling Mia to fall apart one last time.
It was a challenge to keep moving, but she wasn’t done with me yet. Not until her moans turned to whimpers of pleasure would I stop.
I slowed down as her body began to sag, my own feeling the need to sit and recharge from that hell of an energy outburst.
I reached over to grab a washcloth and wet it before slowly pulling out. Then, I began cleaning her and myself.
She stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself as if she’d never seen the reflection before her.
“You’ve been there the whole time, this version of you. You just had to embrace her instead of letting everyone tell you who you should be.” I leaned in to kiss her shoulder, our eyes meeting in the mirror.
She said nothing, and I worried I’d said the wrong thing after what we just did in here. But then she smiled, and my world found peace in this moment.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Mia
It was only three hours from the time I needed to be at the airport, and I was going to need to be wheeled out of this room.
Logan and I had defiled every surface of this hotel room and even had my tit imprints against the glass overlooking the city.
We’d managed to call room service during our breaks of carnal acts, fill our bellies, and then begin again. I’d even gotten a short two-hour nap, wrapped in his arms, only to be woken up with that devilish tongue lapping at my sex.
Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined sex could be like this, so passionate and wild.
I didn’t know how Logan did it. Maybe he was part robot or Energizer Bunny to be able to perform like he had. And I knew it was wrong to compare Wallace to Logan, but truthfully, there wasn’t even a ballpark to compare them in. Logan was beyond anything I’d ever thought I needed. He’d let me explore his body and test myself against him. I’d learned what drove him to bite his lip and clench his fists from holding back. He’d pounced on me while roaring his release when I practiced pressing my tongue against his cock while sucking hard.
So many emotions were running through me, but I was so physically sated that I didn’t care one bit about any worries.
“Maybe the key to happiness is having enough orgasms to drain you of any thoughts in your head,” I grumbled, reaching for the sandwich I’d ordered, needing food before I passed out.
“I should put that on the brochure. Six-week orgasm program, and you’ll be too sated to be depressed.” He chuckled as he rested beside me on the bed.
“I like it. Maybe hand out free vibrators and pocket pussies to get them going.” I giggled, hoping to elicit an eye roll from him, which I got.
“Not even a full day of fucking, and look at you, completely corrupted,” he mused.
I shook my head. I liked his brand of corruption. “I have no idea how I’m going to get out of this bed. My legs feel like Jell-O.”
“Didn’t think that one through, did you?”
“Har-har. Tease all you want, but I didn’t expect to be screwed by the sexy cousin of the Energizer Bunny. I think my vagina is going to go on strike from being worked too hard after not being used for so long.” My lady bits were sore and needed a break for maybe a few days. But it
was worth it though, every tender sensation between my legs.
“Glad to set the bar high for any future endeavor of yours.”
I knew he was simply teasing, but his words didn’t sit right as they fell on me.
We both fell silent after that—me eating, trying not to overanalyze this, and him closing his eyes to rest peacefully beside me.
Despite trying to relax and feeling utterly exhausted, my mind began churning over everything.
“What are you thinking?” I asked, curious if he too was being bombarded with thoughts of where this was going to go.
“Nothing.”
Wallace used to say that, too, but the thought that someone could be thinking of nothing had to be a lie. I was always thinking something at all times. Song lyrics, movie scenes, business, sexy images of Logan, food, and my own damn insecurities.
“Before you start overthinking my answer, men truly have a nothing box in our head where we go and think of nothing. I wish women had it, too, but you don’t. Women are always thinking stuff, even during sex. That’s why it’s important for a lover to consume you, physically and mentally. Otherwise, you’d be thinking about what he was thinking or what you should wear tomorrow while he was deep inside you. I am thinking nothing, just enjoying being here with you. Wishing you didn’t have to go and I didn’t have to get back to the reason I was here.” His eyes were still closed, and he truly did look like he was enjoying the moment.
A trait I was trying to embrace.
“I wish I could stay, help you with your family.” I set the plate aside on the nightstand and turned to lie facing him.
“You’d be a light in the darkness for sure.”
“I’m sorry about your dad.” I’d said it to him before when he told me why he was here, but I wanted to say it in person anyway.
“It’s okay. Death is part of life. We weren’t really close. I’m only here to make sure everything is taken care of and that my mom isn’t going to do something dumb, like give up living now that her husband is gone.” Those eyes of his were still closed, but the air around him seemed to change along with the tension in his jaw.
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