Home for the Holidays

by Darling, Lucy

  “That’s really not a good idea. I don’t want a job because my fake boyfriend gave me one.”

  “Angel, this is far from fake.” He thrusts his cock into me again. The simmer of arousal I was feeling already blooms. It makes me ache knowing I can turn him on.

  “You two want some hot chocolate?” my mom asks, opening the sliding glass door. “It’s snowing.”

  “I would love some.” I try and take a step away from Logan, but his hold on me is firm. I give him a look, and he finally drops his hands. That doesn’t help my turned-on state. The fact that he doesn’t want to let me go only heightens it.

  “And you, Logan?”

  “I would love some.” I start to head back inside after my mom, but Logan grabs my hand, pulling me back to him.

  “We can stay another night if you want, but I want you alone at some point.”

  “You want sex.” As much as my own words make me blush, they needed to be said.

  “I don’t think there is a man out there that doesn’t want to have sex with you, Angel.” My face warms even more. Now Logan looks pissed and he’s the one that said it.

  This man is good for my confidence. Living with a bunch of supermodels can wear it down. But a few days with Logan has me thinking I’m sexy.

  “I’m a virgin,” I remind him.

  His nose flares. “Are you saving yourself for your husband?”

  “I don’t know.” That is the truth. “I want what my parents have one day. I know I don’t need to be a virgin for that but…” I trail off, not sure what I want.

  “We don’t have to have sex, Angel. A repeat of last night sounds damn good to me.” He licks his lips. Thing is I think I do want to have sex with him.

  “We can go to your place,” I give. A slow sexy smile slides across his face.

  “You’re leaving?” I hear my brother say. He’s now standing in the back door.

  “You mind your own business,” I snip at him as I push by him to get back into the house.

  “You’re my sister. That makes it my business.” Here we go again. I roll my eyes. Beau’s problem feels bigger than him just not liking that his little sister now has a man in her life.

  “She is going to be my wife.” Everything inside of me goes tight at the possessiveness in Logan’s tone. “Why don’t you find your own wife to worry about?”

  My brother actually flinches. “Listen here—"

  “Don’t start Beau,” Mom says, cutting in before I can. I can’t help myself. I stick my tongue out at my brother. Logan wraps an arm around me as we drink our hot chocolates. My mom seems cool with me leaving tonight.

  It probably has something to do with Logan now being on her team when it comes to getting me to move back here. Logan wants me to do much more than move back, though. I’m not sure he even realizes the depth of the things he’s asking me to do.

  We might as well be married. My insides flutter with that thought. I push those feelings down, reminding myself this is not a Hallmark movie.

  14

  Logan

  She wants what her parents have. Her admission plays through my mind as we make the drive back to my place. When I asked her if she was saving herself for marriage, I’d shocked myself with the thought of marrying her. Why not? It makes perfect sense to me.

  She would be able to move back here. There would be no need for her to worry about a job. Sure, if she wanted one she could get one, but there would be no rush. I wouldn't have to worry about faking being engaged anymore. And I really fucking love the idea of coming home to her every night. It actually would be perfect. My mind had quickly begun to plan it out until she rocked me with her admission of wanting what her parents have. I’m still trying to wrap my mind around what her parents have.

  “I need to tell you something.” I have Angel tucked into my side with my arm around her. No one is around. There is no need to be holding her close, but when she slid into the car, I found myself pulling her to me. “I don’t want you to be mad at me.”

  My mind quickly runs through the things she could do that would make me mad. The asshole from the coffee shop comes to mind. When I’d texted to check in on her with Carey, the last thing I expected my driver to say was that some asshole was checking out my girl. Yeah, my girl. That is what she is, and I’m finding I want to keep it that way.

  “You know if we’re engaged, to the world we’re exclusive.” I told her more about Kelly last night. That we hadn't been exclusive. At least on her end. I hadn't cared. She was like a sister to me and had been doing me a huge favor by agreeing to the fake engagement to begin with. I wasn’t going to stop her from living her life.

  “I would hope so with the way you’ve been…” She ducks her head to try and hide her blush that goes straight to my dick. Yeah, why couldn't I marry her? Because she wants a marriage like her parents. One that seems to include love, which I know nothing about.

  “Eating your pussy like a starved man?” I finish for her.

  “Logan!” She smacks my chest before burying her face there. I lean down and brush my nose against the top of her head. She smells like chocolate tonight. Here I am trying to steal a smell of her. I really am getting lost in her, and I’m not so sure I want to be found. She feels good pressed up against me. “Don’t you want to know what I did?” she mumbles into my chest. Right. If it has nothing to do with another man, I doubt it will piss me off. At least when it comes to her. The woman truly is an angel.

  “Wait. Did you think I was going to say something about me being with someone else?” She peeks up at me. Whatever she sees sends her into a fit of laughter.

  “Angel,” I warn, pulling her more into me.

  “You’re kind of adorable when you’re jealous.” I’m glad she thinks that because I have a feeling it’s going to happen again. “Aren’t you going to deny being jealous?”

  “No.” Why would I? I am.

  “I promise you have nothing to be jealous about when it comes to me.” Her comment only goes to show how naïve she is.

  “So what is it that you’ve done that you’re keeping from me?”

  “I told Carey what is really going on between us. I know I signed that paper, but she’s my best friend, and well—”

  “It’s fine.” She lets out a breath and relaxes back into me. That was it? Once again I’m reminded of how innocent and sweet she is. “How did she respond?” I have a feeling however Carey feels about something will sway Angel.

  “She thinks we’re going to fall in love.” Angel rolls her eyes. “That we’re going to end up getting married.”

  “Hallmark movie?” I tease her. Again the idea of actually marrying Angel isn’t a bad one. It could really work for both of us.

  “I think you might be too dirty for a Hallmark movie.”

  A bark of laughter leaves me. A sound that’s becoming more familiar with each second I spend with her. “That so?” I pull her the rest of the way into my lap and kiss her. Now that we’re at my place, I plan to show her just how dirty I can be. The tap on the window breaks me from my thoughts and lets me know we’re at my place. I open the door, taking her hand.

  “Where are we?” she asks, seeing we’re now in a parking garage.

  “My building. My place is on the top floor.” I start to lead her towards the elevator. Nick will handle the bags.

  “Sir,” he calls after me.

  “Not now,” I tell him. I want Angel in my place and my mouth back on her. Everything else can wait. The elevator doors open instantly, and I pull her in, putting my key in to take us to the top floor. When they close, my mouth is on her again. Something inside me instantly relaxes once I feel her soft lips against mine.

  Her mouth is addictive, and I find myself constantly thinking about it. About her. I don’t understand this hold she has over me, but I really don’t fucking care at this point. I need her, I want her to continue making me feel these feelings. I can’t remember the last time I’ve enjoyed something as much as I enjoy her
.

  When the elevator dings, I lift her off her feet to carry her. She wraps her arms and legs around me. That mouth of hers goes to my neck. She’s getting bolder and less shy.

  The doors open to reveal not only the foyer of my penthouse but my brother.

  “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” I stop walking when my brother comes into view. I watch as his eyes roam over Angel’s back. I want to rip them out of their sockets. He doesn’t deserve to look at her.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” I feel Angel’s hold on me tighten. “How did you get into my house?”

  Most brothers probably gave each other keys to their homes, but that’s not the type of relationship Chad and I have. As a matter of fact, we don’t have any type of relationship.

  Sure, we keep up the façade for the public, but that’s the extent of it. He’s a lazy shit who thinks the world should be handed to him. My parents have done exactly that for the most part.

  “Mom’s been trying to get ahold of you.” He holds up a key card. I don’t recall giving my mother a key. I make a mental note to have all the locks changed.

  Angel lets her hold on me loosen, a silent tell that she wants me to put her down. I do, but I don’t let her go, pulling her into my side the second her feet hit the floor. My brother's eyes trail down her and back up again.

  “I see you tossed Kelly to the curb. It’s probably for the best. She was an ice queen.”

  “No she isn’t,” Angel says before I can get a word out.

  My brother lifts his brows. “And you’re an angel.” Again with his fucking eyes all over her. “So they say.”

  “Leave. I’ll call Mom in the morning.” I press the elevator button for him.

  “You haven’t even introduced us.” Chad licks his lips. Angel only pushes more into me. Most women fall for him. He can be charming when he wants to be. I’m not charming. I’m a dick. I don’t hide who I am. I’m also not as fucked-up in the head as my little brother. He’s only nice when he wants something, and by the way he’s looking at Angel, she’s what he wants. I understand Beau’s concern with me if the only Duncan he knows is my brother.

  “You’ll meet her when I bring her over.”

  “It’s fine.” Angel’s voice is so soft. “I’m Angel.” I watch as she puts a fake smile on her face and holds out her hand.

  My brother smirks, taking a step forward to put his hand out but I shift, stepping in front of Angel and motioning for him to get on the elevator.

  “It’s like that?”

  “Get on the elevator or I’ll put you on it.”

  “I’m sorry my brother is such an asshole, Angel,” Chad says but gets on the elevator. “See you soon.” He winks at her as the doors slide closed. Lucky for him because another second and I was going to mess up that pretty face of his.

  I pull my phone out, calling Nick. He answers on the first ring. “What the fuck was he doing up here?”

  “I’m sorry, sir. I tried to tell you. He had a key.” I take a breath, getting my anger under control. I can see the uneasy look on Angel’s face. “I’ll have the locks changed.”

  “Get it done tonight,” I say before I end the call.

  “So you and your brother aren’t on the best of terms, I see.”

  “He’s an asshole.”

  “I think he might say the same about you,” she teases me. This time the smile she gives is real, and I feel myself relax. “Are you okay?” She puts her hands on my chest. “That was intense.” I have to admit that it feels good to have someone be genuinely concerned about me. It causes that warm feeling to form in my chest again. The one that seems to be a constant now that Angel is around.

  “I don’t want him bothering you.”

  “He’s your brother.”

  “Don’t go thinking he’s a good guy because he’s my brother. He’s nothing like your brother.”

  Her smile grows bigger. “Did you just call my brother a good guy?” A laugh leaves me. Fuck. How does she do that? I was ready for a fight with my brother a second ago. Normally my mood would be shit after seeing him, but instead she has me laughing.

  “He is a good guy.”

  “I’m glad you like him. It means a lot to me.” She pulls me down for a kiss. I’ll have to compliment her brother more often if this is how she reacts. “Now let’s stop talking about our brothers and show me your place.”

  That I can do.

  15

  Angel

  I run my fingers through Logan’s hair. I don’t know how we got in this position, but I love it. Logan’s head is currently resting on my stomach. His arms are wrapped around me in a tight hold as he sleeps. He’s holding me as though he never wants to let me go. It’s not only endearing, but it pulls at everything inside of me. Thoughts of us doing this for the rest of our lives dance through my mind. I push them down, knowing that it’s only wishful thinking.

  After getting a taste of his family last night, I don’t think Logan’s life has been full of much love. For a moment I was pretty sure he was embarrassed of his brother. If I had to guess, I’d say that before me he probably didn’t give a shit what people thought of his family.

  Some guilt nags at me. From the small pieces I’ve gathered of his family it’s not a great one. And he spent the whole day before with mine. Almost a modern-day Mary Poppins in comparison.

  After his brother left, Logan showed me around, and it didn’t take long before we ended up in his bed. His place is nice. It’s a little bare but still clean and shiny. It almost reminds me of a fancy hotel more than someone’s home.

  Again he didn’t press us to take things further. Even now I’m completely naked and he still has his boxer briefs on. I’d even made a move to try and touch him, but he distracted me with that mouth of his.

  For someone who said they want to have sex with me, he’s not pushing for it. I trail my fingers down his face. His gorgeous green eyes slowly open, locking with mine. My heart melts at the sight of the big smile that forms on his face.

  “Bathroom,” I tell him. He turns his head and places kisses on my stomach before letting me go. I slip from the bed, hurrying into the bathroom. I’m still not used to walking around naked in front of anyone.

  A plan starts to form in my mind as I use the bathroom and try to tame my hair. It’s a mess from Logan always having his fingers in it. When I slip back out, he’s lying on his side of the bed. His eyes are closed again. I move quickly, knowing this is my chance.

  You can do this. I give myself a silent pep talk. I push away my shyness as I climb back into the bed. I slip under the sheet with him before I crawl on top of him. When his eyes begin to open, I kiss him.

  His hands tangle into my hair. I let out a moan when his cock presses into my sex. I start to shift my hips back and forth, rubbing myself against him.

  “Angel,” he groans against my mouth. I make myself stop. This is about pleasuring him, but this man has made me greedy.

  I kiss his neck and slowly start to trail kisses down his chest. The man's body is perfect. I love the small amount of hair he has on his chest. While he’s built, it’s not all shiny and bare like you see in magazines. He feels and looks like a man. So different than most of the men I see around LA.

  I keep traveling down his body. The man really is hard everywhere.

  “Angel.” There is a warning in his tone. I only smile, knowing I might be the only person that tone doesn’t work on in his life.

  “It’s my turn.” My fingers slip into his boxers before I give a tug. His cock springs free. We both audibly suck in a breath. The man isn’t only hard everywhere. He’s freaking big too.

  “Angel. Baby. You don’t have to do that.”

  I wrap my hand around his cock. The skin is softer than I thought it would be. “I’m not sure this will fit inside of me.” I smirk, looking up at him. It’s then I see he’s got his hands fisted in the sheets. The head of his cock is a little red. Almost angry looking. I stroke him a few times, ca
using him to groan.

  “I’ll get you there.” He licks his lips, and I think back to all the times he’s gone down on me. How he slides his fingers into me. He started with only one, but I’m pretty sure last night he got three into me.

  My already throbbing clit starts to pulse thinking about how he’s been working my body up to take him. It’s both dirty and sweet. I think that’s my type.

  “Does that turn you on, sweetness? Thinking about me getting your pussy ready for me?” I lick my lips again, nodding my head yes. He starts to move, and I know what he’s going to do. He’s planning on grabbing me and putting me on my back so he can bury his face between my thighs. As much as I love that, I want to do this for him. I want to drive him wild with pleasure the same way he does to me.

  “Logan. Please.” He stops. His cock jerks in my hand. Cum leaks from the head. “I want to do this.” He lies back down. The need to taste him rides me hard.

  “But you need me to guide you, don’t you, Angel?”

  “Yes,” I admit. I know the gist of giving head, but I’ve never done it before. I have read about it in books and seen it alluded to in the movies. Still, there is something about when he orders me around in bed that works for me. Pretty sure it works for him too.

  “Taste what you do to me, Angel. That cum is yours.” I stare at him for a moment. As dirty as his words are, they stoke something deep inside of me. They make me think it’s possible that he could really belong to me. That he's turned on for me and only me. “Take me in your mouth.”

  I lean down, more of my shyness fading away. My tongue comes out, and I lick the cum off the head of his cock. He groans out my name.

  “More, Angel,” he demands. This time I take the head of his cock into my mouth. He lets out another deep groan. His hips thrust up, and more of him slips into my mouth.

  I go as deep as I can, sucking him and moving my hand at the base of his cock. I stroke him quickly, fueled by the sounds of pleasure he's making. My nipples tighten to the point of being painful. I feel myself grow wetter the more I suck him. So much so that I can feel my arousal coating my thighs. My sex throbs with need. I try not to wiggle around and focus all my attention on Logan. I want him to enjoy this.