“What is that smile about?” Megan asked from the couch.
“Nothing,” I snapped, wanting to keep what was happening between Logan and me private for just a little longer.
“Really?” She didn’t believe me for a second.
“Do you mind staying longer? Logan and I have things to discuss.” I nodded toward Eloise. “He thinks we should do it at his place without little ears around.”
“Can I stay here and hang out with my favorite goddaughter? Of course.”
Megan waved me off like asking her to stay was no big deal.
“When is he coming by to get you?” Megan asked getting up off the couch.
“In an hour,” I answered, heading to the kitchen to make something for El to eat before I left.
“An hour? That’s it? What are you doing in there then?” she asked, grabbing my arm and pulling me back to the bedroom.
“I need to make something for El before I go.”
Still, I was helpless as she dragged me.
“I can make her dinner. Trust me it will be better than anything you might make. If you only have an hour, we need to start now to get you ready.”
I grinned. There was a reason Megan was my best friend.
A half hour later I was giving a fashion show for Megan and El while they sat on my bed. I showed off one outfit after another.
“No,” Megan said bored by my fifth choice. “Don’t you have some little black dress back in the recesses there?”
“I am an English teacher that never goes on dates, what makes you think I would have anything like that?” I retorted, hands on hips. “This is fine,” I argued, tugging on the floral flowing blouse that I matched with some skinny black jeans.
Both Megan and El shook their heads. With a huff, Megan started shuffling through my closet herself.
“Here,” she announced, walking out.
She held a rose gold color mini dress with a full open back. The straps of the dress wrapped up around the neck leaving a deep plunging neckline that nearly went to my navel.
“I can’t wear that. When did I even buy that?” Maybe I had seen it at a thrift store. I couldn’t remember.
“Oh, it’s so pretty,” Eloise exclaimed.
“You wore it to a graduation party in college,” Meg reminded me.
“What?” I stared at it. “If you remember that, then it means I haven’t worn that since college, like pre-pregnancy. There is no way I’m going to fit into it.”
“Oh please you are the same size you were before El,” Megan said pushing the dress at me.
“Some things got big and never downsized.” I motioned to my chest.
“All the better.” She shoved the dress in my hand. “You go put it on. I’ll dig some tape out of your drawer to keep the girls in.”
“This is too much,” I mumbled nervously as I stood in front of my floor length mirror.
I was wearing the rose gold dress, my boobs practically duck taped in between my backless stick on bra and the double-sided tape keeping the edges from sliding open. Megan did my hair in sexy waves and applied my makeup.
“Wow, you look hot.”
“I look like a hooker,” I responded.
“I feel like that is what we are going for. How else am I going to ensure you get laid tonight? Let me guess. It’s been about six years since the last time?”
“No,” I retorted. “Maybe.” Megan raised one of her blonde brows at me.
“Did you slip any condoms in your purse?” she teased.
I slapped her playfully on the shoulder. “Meg.”
She laughed. “You are a cautionary tale.”
I giggled. “It’s not going to get that far tonight.”
“In that dress there’s only one direction things are going.”
A knock on the door stopped our banter. I wrung my hands nervously.
“I don’t think I can do this,” I finally said.
Megan came up to me and put both hands on either shoulder. I could tell I was in for a pep talk.
“Hey, you can do this. You deserve this night. Logan would be so lucky if he finds a way into your panties. That being said, I will plan to stay here for the night,” she added with a wink.
“Now go and open that door before I do it for you.”
I took a steadying breath, attempted to adjust the girls from popping out of place one last time and then left my bedroom to answer the door.
“Holy fuck,” Logan muttered, looking me up and down when I answered the door.
“Mommy looks pretty, huh?” Eloise said as Logan walked in.
“Yes she does,” Logan answered as his eyes walked the line of my body again.
He looked sexy in his tight button up shirt and jeans. He was more casual then I was, and I wondered if I should change clothes.
“It’s too much,” I said fiddling with a curl of my hair.
“Hell, no. It’s perfect.”
“Language,” I warned with a smile and a nod of my head to El.
She covered her ears. I had to laugh.
“Oh, sorry. I might have to work on that. Remind me. Okay?”
“Always.” I grinned.
“Ready?” he asked, holding out an arm to me.
I forgot how chivalrous he could be. I blushed a little before turning to kiss El. I took a deep breath and held his arm as we left the house.
“You two have fun,” Meg called from the porch.
“We will, Meg.” Logan squeezed my hand.
He shuttled me into the car, closing it behind me. I watched him walk to the driver’s side. He slid into the seat and started the car.
“What are you in the mood for tonight?” he asked.
“Hmm?” Had he read my thoughts? Did he know what the dress meant?
“Food, babe. What do you want to pick up on the way to my place?”
“Oh right.” I shook my head. “Food. I’m not sure.” I was too nervous to eat. It was hard to believe we were here together. Five years had passed and now we were doing something normal. Something people all over Evans Mill did—have dinner.
“Pasta?”
“Sure.” I nodded.
“Good. I could go for some Mia’s. I missed their lasagna.”
“Then let’s get that.” I watched him as he drove, wondering how many things he had missed. What did he think about when he was overseas? What were the things from home that he thought about the most?
We parked and walked inside the small Italian restaurant to order.
“Doesn’t look like it’s changed at all,” Logan noted, looking around the place.
“You’ve changed though,” I said setting my eyes on him.
“I have? How?” he prodded.
“You look a lot tanner, and well you know stronger.” It was hard to ignore the muscles and the way his shirt bulged against his biceps.
“I worked out a lot over there,” he responded shaking it off.
“And you have a lot more hair,” I said with a little laugh. “I don’t think I ever saw you with a beard before.”
He rubbed his chin.
“I could shave it if you don’t like it,” he finally said. “Though you might want to wait and try it out first.”
“What do you mean try it out? I’ve already kissed you. It kinda tickles.”
“I know. I figured you might enjoy how it feels,” Logan tempted, looking down the line of my body.
I blushed and looked away. Was he seriously talking about going down on me while we waiting to order food at Mia’s? Holy shit. He was making me hot, and wet.
“I’m not the only one that looks different.”
“I don’t normally do this,” I explained as I tried to smooth down my hair. “It was Meg’s idea. It’s too much. Isn’t it?”
“You look sexy as hell, Cass,” he whispered. “I wasn’t talking about the dress or your hair.”
His eyes fell on my breasts.
“I know I’m kind of bursting. It was a pre-pregnancy
dress.”
“Trust me, I’m not complaining.” He gave me a wicked grin.
“Are you two ready to order?” Francesca Mia, the restaurant owner greeted us at the register.
Logan and I nodded, wondering how much of our sexual banter was overheard. It was getting heated.
Logan paid for the food and we took the white paper boxes back to his townhouse.
I bit my lip. I didn’t know why I was feeling so nervous. I had been with Logan a million times, but
I was full of nerves now as we drove on to his house. I kept my thoughts to myself as we pulled into the driveway. I took in the rooms as he walked us in and went to the bar to pour drinks.
The place was a little bigger than my own, but looked like it was still a show model. It wasn’t decorated or furnished. He didn’t even have a couch, just a simple chair that faced a blank wall.
“Love what you’ve done with the place,” I teased as he handed me a glass of wine.
He looked the room over like he just realized for the first time it might be sparse.
“I thought you said you’ve been home for a few weeks. It looks like you just got here.”
He shrugged. “I guess it could use furniture. I’ve been busy with the practice. Caleb and I have a lot to figure out. I don’t spend much time here.”
“I could help you,” I suggested.
He grinned. “That would be great. Come on,” he instructed, motioning for me to follow him to the kitchen. “Let’s eat. I’m starving.”
There were two bar stools in front of the bar.
“No table?” I asked.
“Not yet.” He unboxed our dinner in front of us.
He slid onto a stool and patted the other for me to join him.
Fifteen
Logan
“So Afghanistan, Syria, and Iraq?” Cassie asked after the second glass of wine.
It was a subject we hadn’t broached yet. We had talked about the good old times all through dinner and even what she had been up to in the last five years, but neither one of us had brought up my time away.
“Yeah,” I said taking another gulp of wine.
“How long in each place?” she prodded.
I gave her a soft smile. It was only fair that I shared with her after she had been so open with me.
“Five years all over the fucking desert. First, it was boot camp. Even though I was always going to be a medic, I still had intensive training. I’ll just say it was a lot more intense than normal officer boot camp.”
“Then what?”
“More training. Language. Culture. Anything and everything.”
“So what did you do when you were there?”
I lowered my head. She had a right to know. “Surgeries. Patched guys up. I built make-shift hospitals. I was everywhere. I don’t think I’ve slept in five years.”
Her hand slid to my knee. “It sounds horrible.”
I swallowed. “It was. I couldn’t—”
“Couldn’t what?”
How did I explain it? How did I put into words that I never meant to abandon her?
“I was on the ground from the minute I got there. Phones aren’t easy to come by.” I paused, praying like hell she understood what I was trying to say. “I reached a point when I couldn’t have two lives. I couldn’t’ be there sewing guys back together, and a life back here. Two realities.” I shook my head. “It didn’t work like that for me. I made a choice. And I know now it was the wrong one. I choose to put my head in the medicine. Into their lives—and because of that I couldn’t hold onto anything back home.”
Cassie’s fingers curled against my pants. “I think I’m starting to understand. A little.” She sighed. “There’s more, though, isn’t there? You haven’t told me how you were hurt.”
“I had to be flown out.”
“Are you allowed to tell me what happened?”
I pulled the bottle over from the side of the bar. The question was inevitable, and I wanted to tell her. It wasn’t something I had ever said out loud. The only people I talked to about the bombing were the guys there with me and Caleb.
I refilled our glasses.
“That bad, huh?” Cassie said as she watched me drain my cup.
“I was in the field hospital. I was there with the team, but there were also some marines stationed to our small base as well. A soldier came back with some shrapnel in his leg. He couldn’t be airlifted until the artery was clamped.”
I looked over at her again. I could feel the cold sweat on the back of my neck as the memories came flooding back. She instinctively reached over and took my hand in hers. I gave her a weak smile.
“No one knows how they got their hands on such long-range missiles. Where we were, the insurgents weren’t that organized. Well, I guess that was our mistake. The first one hit right outside the tent.” I took a heavy pause. “Blew it all to shit. I woke up with all the equipment on top of me. When it threw me back, it skewered my leg.”
“And the soldier you were helping?" Cassie asked.
“I tried my best. He was still open when the blast hit. I tried to cover him when the second missile struck, but it was too late. There wasn’t anything I could do. He died from blood loss.”
She took my hand and laid it against her cheek kissing it softly. I pulled her close and kissed her forehead. I never thought I would survive telling that memory, but with Cassie here it was a whole lot easier than I expected.
“And your leg?”
“Oh, I’m fine. Some scars, but nothing terrible.”
She looked skeptical. “You’re downplaying it.”
“No, babe. I’m good.”
I watched as she looked me over, brushing a long hair away from my face. We were so close now that I could smell her perfume and feel the touch of her smooth thighs rubbing against my own.
“It was hard for me, when I first came back,” I said twirling a lock of Cassie’s hair.
I felt like we were about to discover each other for the first time all over again.
“I can’t imagine, Logan,” she whispered.
“Well, I don’t want you to imagine it. I don’t want that part of my life to have anything to do with you. I never have. Is any of it making sense now? Why I had to keep you out?” I lifted a curl from her shoulder. She was so damn beautiful. So fucking perfect, it hurt.
I let my voice trail off as I let go of her strands of hair.
“We’re starting over,” she announced.
“We are?”
“Yes.” She nodded. “We have to.”
I grinned.
I took her mouth hungrily and pulled her hard against me. I scooped her into my arms, resting her ass on the edge of the bar. She looked at me seductively.
I reached up the short distance under her skirt, skimming over her center. She hissed as I tugged off her lace panties.
“Are you ready to see how you feel about this beard?” I teased.
“Oh shit,” she moaned when I lowered between her legs, shoving her skirt to her waist.
I spread her legs wide, resting her heels on the bar stools so I could feast until I was full. Until we were both satisfied. I plunged between her thighs.
“Oh, fuck, Logan,” she called from above me.
She was so sweet, and ready. Her juices coated her pussy. Cassie moaned in satisfaction as I pumped my tongue in and out of her wet center. Her hands tangled in my hair as she braced herself on the bar. I gripped her hips as I helped her rock against my mouth. I could feel her thighs tightening, and I knew she was close.
“You’re going to come so hard,” I promised.
I began to move my head up and down as I fucked her with my tongue. I licked and lapped. I slurped and sucked. I’d never been this thirsty for her.
“Logan.” She panted. “I’m going to…”
She gave a sharp gasp and stilled as she spilled her juices into my mouth.
I drank from her, kissing her thighs. Kissing her clit. Waiting for her t
o come down from her orgasm. When her breathing steadied, I stood over her. I let her watch as I removed my shirt and pants.
She sat forward. My cock bobbed eagerly when I shoved my boxer briefs to the floor. It didn’t matter that we had been naked a hundred times before. I was still satisfied to hear her hungry moan when she saw me.
“We’re going upstairs,” I growled. I took Cassie in my arms and climbed the steps to the second floor. I kicked the bedroom door open and lowered her to the bed.
“I want you,” she whispered.
I stood next to the edge of the bed, offering her my cock. She crawled toward me like the sex panther I remembered.
Her hands wrapped around my solid cock.
“Fuck, Cass,” I groaned.
Looking up at me, she bent her head and licked just my tip. I wound my hands in her hair, yanking her toward me. I wanted her mouth on me.
“Let me in,” I instructed.
Her lips parted and I thrust my dick inside her mouth. I thought it would take me to my knees. Her mouth was hot and tight. The memories came flooding back. Cass’s blowjobs. She’d blow me in the library. In her dorm room. In the back of my parents’ house. She gave epic blow jobs.
My eyes closed as her tongue swirled and curled. She cupped and tugged my balls as I pushed deeper. I hit the back of her throat as she let out a grunt. I felt my spine start to tighten. It wasn’t going to end like this tonight. I pulled her hair, dragging her lips off my cock.
I smiled at her. “You feel so fucking good, but tonight I’m going to come inside you.”
She nodded. Her wide blue eyes, stealing my breath.
I reached behind her neck and found the clasp that held her top. With a swift movement, I unsnapped it waiting for her breasts to burst free.
“What the hell?”
“Sorry, we used a lot of adhesives to keep the girls in,” she said with a little laugh.
I knelt in front of her again. I peeled away the tape and revealed her breasts to me one at a time. She laid back when I was done, and let me slip the dress the rest of the way off her.
Scooting back on the bed, she laid before me like a naked goddess.
The blinds were open, and the light of a full moon came in as slits across the milky white of her body. Her hair was splayed around her in golden waves reaching to just above her perked nipples.
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