“Need you,” I hear him say before I feel myself being lifted. His cock slips free of my mouth as he grabs me and spins me. The next thing I know I’m straddling him again. This time, however, my knees are on either side of his head. It hits me that we’re in a sixty-nine position. I’m grateful that he can’t see my face as my cheeks flame with the thought of what he’s staring at. Even though he’s had his head between my legs a bunch of times before this, for some reason this feels more intimate.
His hands grip my ass as his tongue begins to circle my clit. I let out a moan. How am I supposed to give him a blowjob if he’s doing that to me?
Somehow I manage to get it together. I grab his cock and swipe my tongue across it, torturing him the same way he is me. I begin to stroke him as I suck only the head. I can feel his cum leaking into my mouth. The taste is salty but sweet.
“Take all of it.” I swear I feel as though I’m going to crawl out of my skin with need. He begins to thrust up into my mouth. I loosen my grip on his cock. I relax my throat, taking him all the way to the back. I expect myself to gag, but I don’t. I hear him let out a few curses before his hand comes down on my ass. The small bite of pleasure goes straight to my clit.
It’s then I realize that I’m moving my hips against Logan’s face. I’m pretty sure I’m humping his face. I might be embarrassed if I wasn’t so turned on. Instead I only spread my legs more so I can get closer to that mouth of his. I hear him call me a greedy girl before he smacks my ass again.
I can’t believe this is happening, but damn does it feel good. Logan is pulling this girl out of me that has been hidden away. I was always too shy to do these things with anyone else. Except for him. His hand rubs the spot that he just smacked and then goes back to rubbing all over my ass.
His touch is gentle as he caresses me, and it's not long before I feel his fingers lingering at my puckered hole. I freeze for a moment, unsure if that’s something I want to explore.
“Harder, love. Suck me harder. Show me how much you want my cum, greedy girl,” he orders as his cock hits the back of my throat, reminding me of what I’m doing. I want him to never forget this blowjob. “I’ve saved it all for you, and you’re going to swallow every last drop of it.”
I suck harder, spurred on by his filthy words. I give him everything I’ve got. My legs start to shake, and I feel more of his cum spill in my mouth. His legs flex, and I know he’s close to coming. Pretty sure he might be trying to hold back. I am doing the same, not wanting this to be over.
His tongue is magic between my legs. When I hear him say he’s about to come, I suck faster. His thumb presses against my puckered hole. I’d forgotten for a moment it was there. I let out a gasp as the orgasm hits me fast and hard at the unexpected intrusion. Pleasure rocks through my body as I hit a high that I never knew existed.
Logan lets out a grunt, and his own release fills my mouth. I drink up every drop of him. I don’t stop sucking him until he makes me by pulling me off of him. He pins me to the bed before his mouth comes down on mine in a passionate kiss. I can taste myself on his lips.
“You’re going to kill me, Angel,” he says when he pulls his mouth from mine.
“We can’t have you dying yet. At least not before you give me a repeat of that after breakfast.” I run my finger down his jaw. Being with him feels so natural. It makes me wonder if this is what it’s like to be in an actual relationship. I can’t imagine it’s like this with everyone, though.
“If you don’t quit, I’m going to make good on my words.” He kisses me again before pulling me from the bed and toward the bathroom.
“Which words?” I ask as he turns the shower on.
“Marrying you, Angel. So I’ll never have to let you out of our bed.” He pulls me under the warm spray with him. I know he’s teasing me, but damn does the idea of me being his wife sound good to me too.
16
Logan
I switch over to Bluetooth, grabbing the earpiece off my desk. This call is going longer than I thought it would. I’m getting annoyed that it’s keeping me from Angel. But I knew if I didn’t take it that my mom would keep on calling, or worse yet, show up here. I don’t want to expose Angel to her any sooner than necessary. I want to be in control of how and when they meet.
“You can’t just kick your brother out of your house.” I absolutely can, and I did. “He’s your brother, Logan. Sometimes I’m not sure how I raised you.” I swear I almost burst into laughter at that comment.
She wouldn’t have the first clue about how I was raised. She hadn’t played a significant part in it. It was all nannies and boarding school for me. In fact, she actually had the most hands-on experience raising my younger brother because he talked her out of boarding school.
“I’m engaged, Mother. He needs to know there’s boundaries and that he can’t pop in and out of my place whenever he wants.” That’s the fucking truth. The plan going forward is that no one is going to have a key to my place. Not with Angel walking around naked. I suppose her mother could have one. I’m also thinking Angel will want to give her best friend a key to wherever she lives. I wouldn’t have a problem with either of those. I’m finding that these boundaries I’m creating are for my family.
“How do you hop from one fiancée to another so quickly?” It’s not really a question she’s asking, so she keeps going. “If I’d known this is how easy you move on I would’ve been setting you up a long time ago with someone more suitable.”
I step out of my office and see Angel is still in the bedroom. I left her to get ready after our shower. I should make her breakfast.
“She's different.” Kelly and I were never going to get married. With Angel I’m thinking we actually should. I’m going to have to find a way to talk her into it. She’s looking for what her parents have, and I’m not capable of that. I’m still trying to wrap my mind around their relationship. I can give her anything else in the world but not that. The thought of her leaving me brings that weird ache to my chest again.
“How?” I could list a million things, but it would be pointless. She wouldn’t actually listen. She doesn’t even care really.
“There are going to be a few ladies you should meet at the holiday party.” Fuck. The holiday party. How the hell did I forget about that? “What time will you be getting here tonight?”
“When it starts.” I’ll have to check my calendar. I can’t believe it slipped my mind. This might not be the worst thing. The first time Angel meets my family, my mother will have to be on good behavior with so many people around.
“I really think I should have met her before this. People will ask me things about her, and I won’t have answers,” she huffs.
“I’m sure the background check you ran on her should give you enough to tell people who can’t mind their own fucking business.”
“Not enough,” she scoffs. The line goes quiet as I scan the fridge looking for something to make my Angel for breakfast. “Anything else you have to say?”
“No.” I can’t help the joy I feel at my mother’s bad mood. I turn when I hear something. My eyes land on Angel. She’s in a pair of black pants that look as though they are painted on and a sweater. Her feet are covered in fuzzy socks. She looks ready for a fire and a day in front of it reading and relaxing.
“Fine. I’ll see you tonight.” She ends the call without a goodbye. I take the Bluetooth out of my ear, tossing it on the counter.
“Everything okay?” Angel comes to stand in front of me. I grab her, lifting her up onto the counter.
“I was going to make you breakfast.”
“You know how to cook?”
I grimace, knowing I don’t have a clue when it comes to cooking. I don’t even have the damn basics down. I could learn, I suppose. It never takes me long to pick up on something. She lets out a giggle that goes straight to my cock.
“I can cook.”
“We can order in.” I hand her my phone and rattle off the code. “Whatever you want.” S
he starts tapping away at my phone.
“I forgot there is a holiday party I’m supposed to go to tonight.”
“On a Tuesday?”
“Everyone is off tomorrow.” It is Christmas Eve tomorrow night.
“When do we go to your parents’? Mom and I like to cook some on Christmas Eve, and I want to make sure I spend time there.”
“My family celebrates on Christmas Day. At night.”
She nods her head. “That works. We do our stuff on Christmas Eve and then Christmas morning. We’re pretty much done before Christmas night.” She looks up at me. “Not that you have to come for mine. If you have—”
“I’m coming.” I cut her off. I wouldn't miss it. I don’t want to miss it. In fact, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to it. “Your mom would kill me.” This makes her smile even bigger at me. I actually think the woman would show up at my house. She’s as sweet as can be, but I’m not going to challenge her.
“There. I hope you like McDonald's breakfast.” She hands me back my phone.
“You ordered McDonalds?” Of course she did. My Angel isn't like any other woman I’m used to. “To be honest, I’m not sure I’ve ever had their breakfast.”
Her mouth falls open. “Now I don’t feel guilty for pretty much ordering one of everything. There is so much I need to expose you to. My poor sheltered man. How can your life be happy if you’ve never had a hashbrown from McDonalds?”
I would eat dirt off the ground if she continued to smile at me the way she is currently. She taps my chest in a playful manner. I snag her wrist.
“There are many things I plan on showing you too.” I lift her hand, kissing her palm. Her pink tongue darts out as her pretty blue eyes go wide. I feel her heartbeat start to speed up. I kiss her wrist next before freeing her hand. Only a few small words, and I can get her body going. Not my money or power. Me.
“I enjoyed what you showed me this morning.”
She has no idea the things she’s shown me too. Again that tongue of hers. I swear she’s trying to kill me. My cock is begging for me to take her to the ground and take her innocence. I need to focus, or we’ll never leave my place today.
“I wish we could spend the day in bed together.” I drop my forehead down onto hers. “The holiday party is at my parents’ estate.”
“Carey showed me a picture of that place. I’m not sure I have anything to wear. Won’t it be super fancy? If you haven’t noticed yet, I’m not really the fancy type. I don’t own a cocktail dress or gown. And I didn’t pack any dresses, thinking I was only going to be hanging around my parents’ house.”
“I actually had Kelly order some things I thought you might need. She emailed me yesterday telling me they are in the closet.”
“You got me clothes?” She slips off the counter. I follow her out of the kitchen and back toward my bedroom. Her suitcase lies on the floor near the end of the bed. “You’re lucky I know Kelly is like a sister to you or I might get jealous. Having another woman get me clothes.”
“You have no reason to be jealous. You’re my fiancé.” The word so easily slides off my tongue. She looks down at the ring on her finger.
“What about after the holidays? Are we going to…”
“We aren’t ending after the holidays.” I lean up against the closet door.
“So we’re going to keep pretending to be engaged? I live in LA.” She stands in the center of the closet, not caring about the clothes. Again her attention is on me.
“I’m still holding out hope that you’ll move in here.”
Her eyebrows lift in surprise. “You really want me to move in?” She hasn’t said no.
“Think about it.” I push off the door, going over to the other side of the closet where they hung all the clothes. Kelly didn’t hold back. I was worried she would because she thinks I’m being crazy. Maybe I am. I don’t really care. A few crazy choices and trusting my gut got me where I am today.
I grab one of the green dresses and turn back around to show her. I want her to be comfortable tonight. I know how some of these vultures can be. Especially my own mother.
“Logan. Are you hearing yourself?”
“You haven’t enjoyed waking up in bed with me?”
Her cheeks bloom pink as she ducks her head. “You know I have.” Fuck, she’s so damn beautiful it makes me chest ache. How the hell had no one snagged her up already? Too late now because she’s mine.
I put a finger under her chin to make her look back up at me. “I’m just asking you to think about it. Move back here. Back home.”
“Is my mom paying you?”
I smile. “Nope. I can just understand why she wants you back home so bad.”
“You’re way sweeter than I thought you would be.”
“Not living up to the asshole name you gave me?”
She puts her hands on my chest to slide them up and around my neck. Next she pulls me down for a kiss.
I give her more than a kiss. I am, after all, trying to convince her to stay. When we finally come up for air, we eat cold McDonald’s naked in bed.
Best damn breakfast I’ve ever had.
17
Angel
I close my eyes as Carey puts eye makeup on me. When I called her to ask for help to get ready for tonight, she hopped in her truck without question to get over here to me. I miss having her this close. To be honest, I miss having my friends and my family close.
Logan’s offer of us living together keeps sounding better by the second.
“I think you should do it.” My eyes spring open. “Get your mind out of the gutter. I meant move in with him but also the sex thing too. Definitely do that too.” She wiggles her brows at me. She has no shame when it comes to getting me to move back home.
“It’s kind of fast.” Fast is putting it mildly.
“So what?” She shrugs. “Close your eyes.” I do as she tells me. Carey is magic when it comes to hair and makeup. I’m going to meet Logan’s parents tonight and want to make a good impression. Even if I already have a dislike for them. They sound like crappy parents. Still, I want them to like me if Logan and I are really dating. Or whatever it is one would call whatever we’re doing.
“Let’s think this out,” Carey says. “Quit that terrible job and come here. Job search while living it up with your new man in his killer condo. Not like he’s going to ask you to pay half the bills. You could actually decorate it or something. This place has so much potential, and decorating and design is kind of your thing.”
“I can’t mooch off him.”
“It’s not mooching. You give him good sexy times, cook some meals, and help pick up around here. Do your part. It’s ridiculous to think he’s going to take money from you.”
“She’s right. But you don’t have to cook or clean. I have a cleaner, and I can hire someone for food or we can order out.” My eyes open at the sound of Logan’s voice.
“I really like him.” Carey smiles at Logan. Yeah. He’s winning everyone over but my brother. He steps into the room and places a kiss on my mouth.
“This keeps going off.” He hands me my phone. “Who is DC?”
“Douche Canoe.” Carey laughs. “You kept his name that?” She changed it the last time she was out in LA to see me.
“He?” Logan’s face grows serious.
“My boss.” I look at my screen to see a few missed calls and some texts. Why is he calling me? He has a few other assistants.
“Douglass Canon. He is a douche canoe.”
He holds his hand out. “Want me to tell him to fuck off?”
“No.” I hold my phone tighter. Even if I do quit, I still might need a reference.
“If you change your mind…” He drops another kiss on me before he heads back out of the bathroom.
“That man is into you, Angel. From what I’ve read about him, most say he’s a cold jerk. That’s not what I’m getting here. So either they are all liars or he’s different with you.”
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p; “He is not cold.” I defend him instantly. I also thought he was a jerk at first. Then I spent some time with him. The man is a sweetheart. To me at least.
“Sounds like you’re smitten too. Might as well give it up. You’re moving in.” I snort a laugh. It sounds too easy.
“What if he grows tired of me?”
Carey sets one brush down to grab another. The man could do a number on my heart. Then again, what if he did end up being my one? My mom always talks about how fast she and dad fell in love. This could be just that. I don’t want to run from that because I’m too scared to try.
“It’s not like he’s his brother who does look like some manwhore. He seems to have a new girl every week. From what I can tell, before that Kelly woman there wasn’t some string of girls. If he’s asking you to move in, I think it’s because he’s beyond serious.” That’s true. There is no way he can’t be feeling all the things I’m feeling too. Not with the way he’s been acting toward me.
I look back down at my phone when it goes off again. “How the hell?” I show my phone to Carey. My boss is asking about Logan.
“I guess word travels fast. Think they know each other?”
“I don’t know, but why does he seem mad about it?” He shouldn't care. It’s really none of his business who I’m dating.
“He sounds a bit like a jealous boyfriend.” Carey takes my cell phone from my hand to read all the texts more closely.
“No, he’s just a jerk of a boss who has control issues.” I’m not sure if I should even respond to his messages. He’s not asking me anything about work. All of the questions are personal in nature.
I put my phone on the vanity in Logan’s bathroom. “All right. I think we’re done. Except your lips but I think we should leave them be. That man of yours can’t keep his mouth off yours. We don’t need lip stain smeared all over your face.”
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