Mixed (A Recipe for Love Book 3)

by Lane Martin

  “Like your Pinterest boards.” Logan offered with a sly smile.

  “You know about those?” I was a little embarrassed by my obsession. What can I say? Pinning was addictive, and I happened to be a little OCD when it came to my boards. I’d always been a little compulsive when it came to organizing certain things. You wouldn’t know it by looking at our closet, but you would if you looked at my bar or even Aria’s clothes. My pins were the same way. “Wait a minute. Are you 711dream?” 711dream and I follow each other, and we favorited each other all the time. My birthday was on the seventh and his birthday was on the eleventh, and a speakeasy, just like the one I was currently sitting in, was my dream.

  “I am. Do you like it?” Like didn’t begin to describe how I felt right now. I launched myself at him. He caught me in his strong arms as he sighed with relief. How could he possibly think for one second I wouldn’t love this?

  “I love it.” I pressed my lip against his. He opened eagerly as I licked his lips and allowed him to take over the kiss until we were both out of breath. “I love you, Logan. Please make love to me.” I could feel him hard against me. My pussy was drenched in need of him. “Please,” I pleaded again, desperate for him to make love to me.

  “You’ll tell me to stop if anything hurts or doesn’t feel good.” I hadn’t had a drop of alcohol, but I was completely drunk on him. Logan grasped my shoulders and puts some space between us. He searched my eyes desperately for any sign of fear or hesitation but saw none. “I need to hear it, Libby.”

  “I promise.” The next few minutes were a blur of clothes being stripped off. My shoes. His shoes and socks. His shirt. His belt. Followed by me trying to take his pants off.

  “Leave them. I need you naked. Now.” I loved every side of Logan. But right then, that Logan was my favorite, the one that knew what he wanted and told me. I swore the man could get me off with just one look. Talk about zero to sixty. No one else had ever gotten me off like he did. Not even my five-flame rated battery operated boyfriend.

  His fingers found the zipper of my dress, and I got wetter with each inch that it lowered. With a whoosh, it fell at my feet, and I stood before him in just my strapless bra and matching panties. Conscience for the first time that my breasts were full and heavy with milk, and that my skin was marked where it was stretched. Like when I was pregnant, Logan fell to his knees before me. Caressing the marks left from motherhood, reverently kissing them, instantly making the worry fade. I ran my hands through his thick dark hair as he slowly lowered my panties to the floor.

  “Beautiful,” he groaned as I tugged, encouraging him to get moving. But I should have known that wasn’t the type of lover Logan was. Tonight, we would do this his way. In his time and I would get to enjoy every minute of it. I nearly screamed at the first swipe of his tongue across my clit. “Quiet. Don’t wake the baby.” My knees gave out when he did it again. Luckily the couch was right behind me. I’m sure Logan knew exactly where I was and what would happen when he flicked my sensitive flesh with his tongue. Once my ass was on the cushion, and my knees were on his shoulder he continued his tortuously slow assault. He worked me up at least three times with just his tongue but refused to give me what I needed, his cock or his finger inside of me. My tits were hard as rocks. Luckily, I still had my bra on, or my milk would have leaked everywhere.

  “Please,” I begged as he stopped again. I needed to come so badly I could barely see straight. Logan stood before me and quickly lowered his pants. His dick was red and angry and glistened with pre-cum.

  “You promise.” Oh, for the love of God. He hadn’t used his finger or his cock because he was still worried about hurting me. If I didn’t want him inside of me so badly I might have finished myself off just to show him how fine I was, but I needed his cock to be happy as badly as I needed my pussy to be.

  “I promise. Please, Logan, don’t make me ask again.” With one move he was inside me. See what happens when you ask nicely. I wrapped my legs around him, and he unclasped my bra and took my breast in his mouth and began to suck. I came instantly, and he followed just a few seconds later. No wonder why he wanted to keep his pants on.

  “Was that okay?” He asked sheepishly as he wiped my milk away from his mouth with the back of his hand. I’d tasted it. It was very sweet and as strange as it seemed, highly arousing knowing that he wasn’t turned off by me nursing Aria. Speaking of, she decided that was the moment to wake up. I’d have to thank her later for letting us finish. “I’ll get her.” He said after kissing me tenderly and covering me with one of the blankets we used at the picnic reception that I hadn’t even noticed he’d brought in. Maybe because you were blindfolded and horny. I slipped into Logan’s shirt as he put on his pants. Commando. I’ll need to remember that later. He quickly washed his hands before he picked up our daughter. Could he be any more perfect? He talked to her while he changes her diaper. Not in a baby voice. Really talked to her.

  “Listen. I know you just got here and everything, but we need to talk about Clara. She’s your cousin, and she could really use us in her life.” Yeah, he could get better. I mean, I knew with the bigger apartment he was already planning it, but hearing him talk about it with Aria just made it that much more real. We were going to be a family of four with a restaurant and a club. What the hell have we gotten ourselves into? “You’ve got a say in this too.” He offered after kissing Aria and handing her to me.

  “We can handle it.” I’m still scared to death. After getting me a glass of water, Logan sat behind me. I leaned against his bare chest as Aria suckled against mine. I didn’t think I’d ever been so content in my life.

  “It’s a good thing the windows are still covered.” Logan chuckled before pressing his lips to my shoulder. “Did I hurt you?” Not that I would tell him if he did.

  “No, you were amazing. I still can’t believe you did all of this.” This space was everything I’d ever dreamed of. From the light fixtures to the stain of the wood, it was perfect.

  “Well, I had a lot of help. Do you remember the guy you gave your grilled cheese sandwich to on Valentine’s Day?” I nodded yes as I moved my daughter to burp her. That seemed like it was so long ago. “That was Kade. He’d been working with Brit on the space, but he wanted to meet you in person.” I remember that day. I was so mad at Logan. I wasn’t sure we were going to make it. I loved him, but I wasn’t sure it was enough. Kade gave me one hell of a tip and some great advice.

  “He told me to give you a chance.” I was so glad that I did.

  “And he told me I owed him a Benjamin and free sandwiches for life.” I couldn’t help but laugh. Well played Kade. I couldn’t wait to be properly introduced.

  “Smart man, but it still seems a little crazy that you already started working on this. We barely knew each other.” This was a huge undertaking. I knew the boutique that previously occupied the space closed shortly after I started working at Swayed. If Kade was working with Brit by Valentines’ Day that was barely any time at all.

  “What was your biggest complaint when you started to work at Swayed?” That was easy.

  “She bitch.” Marissa and I tolerated each other, barely. I think she knew she was lucky to still have a job between her history with my sister and me.

  “Besides her.” Aria now slept peacefully against my chest as Logan held us both. I should have been embarrassed that he was only in his slacks, and I was only in his dress shirt covered by a plaid blanket holding my daughter on a sofa I just came spectacularly all over in the middle of an unopened bar, but I wasn’t. Everything about this moment was perfect for us. I had to think about it for a second. I loved working at Swayed with Logan.

  “That nobody but me could mix a good drink.”

  “Bingo,” he tapped the end of my nose.

  “And once that was fixed?”

  “That you didn’t have enough bar space.” Since I came along and hired a killer staff, bar revenues had skyrocketed. The once sparsely used bar was now teaming with busin
ess.

  “And Darcy was constantly complaining about us not having space for large parties.” Logan promoted Darcy once I pointed out how much both the kitchen and wait staff relied on her. She had been a godsend. Logan lifted his hand and motioned toward the back of the space. Deep burgundy velvet curtains currently held open with gold tiebacks lined the length of the wall. “We don’t have that problem anymore. The Swayed kitchen is connected; we might just need to hire a few more line cooks.” I loved that he said, “we.” “And you might not like this, but Kade and Brit thought it was cool.”

  “Why do you sound so unsure? So far I love everything I see.” He kissed my neck before he carefully got up. “Let me show you.” He took Aria from me and placed her back in her stroller while I slid on my panties and buttoned his shirt which hung off of me. Logan took my hand and led me over to a red antique phone booth that decorated the space and opened the door. “The reservations are connected, so you can come in here for a drink when you are waiting for your table at Swayed. When your table is ready, you’ll get one of these cards and be shown this way.” He pulled a card out of his pocket. It wasn’t vintage, but it sure had that feel. On one side it listed only the address for Swayed. On the reverse side, one word was written. Aria. The password. It was a replica of the cards for the speakeasy’s this place represented, and just like everything else, it was perfect. He pushed a door that was hidden at the back of the phone booth. It opened into Swayed. This was so much better than anything I could have favorited or linked to my electronic dream board. It was real.

  She loved everything, including the secret passageway between Swayed and the new place. The way she jumped into my arms and kissed me tempted me to push her up against the wall and fuck her again. But I had already done that once, and as much as I wanted to, I wasn’t about to be a repeat offender. Not until after she saw her doctor and got the go ahead. Not that she wasn’t doing everything in her power to try and get me to change my mind. “Stop babe, it’s not going to happen again. I won’t risk hurting you.” Not to even mention that I hadn’t bothered to glove up before I screwed her on the couch. I’d rather have nineteen kids than ever have anything between us, but it was probably something we should discuss first.

  “Are you sure?” She questioned as she seductively ran her fingers down my chest, only stopping once she palmed my hard cock through my pants.

  “You need a name.” Jesus, she was trying to kill me. She unzipped me and took me in her hand. “Fuck,” I gritted out as she began jacking me off. Naming her place without her was something I’d refused to do. Most of my staff who were in on the secret, but who also had no idea about my brother called it “The Joint” but I, of course, refused to call it that.

  “Let me think about it.” She responded as she fell to her knees.

  I didn’t even want to think about what time it was when we finally made it back to the apartment. Or the fact that Aria didn’t care if I only had two hours of sleep or not. Somehow Logan looked wide awake when he left to meet Mikey at the farmer’s market this morning. I still couldn’t believe what he did. Jesus, I thought Declan was over the top when he gave my sister her dream bakery, and then Logan swooped in and did the same for me. I mean he didn’t really give it to me. I just inspired it, but he did want me to run it and name it. Have you ever felt like you were born in the wrong era? I’ve always felt this connection with the Prohibition period. Ironic I know since I was a bartender, but I loved everything about it. The clothes, the drinks, and the history. Especially my family’s history. The story went that Pop’s father built boats for the Feds to catch the rum runners. They were fast as hell. But not quite as fast as the more expensive boats he also built for bootleggers. Pretty ingenious if you ask me. I didn’t really think about a name when I swirled my tongue around Logan’s thick, long, hard cock. And I certainly didn’t think about it when I took him in my mouth as far as I could. The only thing on my mind as I sucked his dick and played with his balls was how fucking lucky I was to have him.

  As tired as I was, I should have napped when Aria did, but I couldn’t shut off my brain. I had to pack up the apartment, name my dream bar, and get ready to meet Logan’s niece, Clara.

  Club 21, the amendment which put prohibition into law was a possibility. I jotted it down on the list of names I started to consider. I had already crossed off Maine Law and Volstead. I added another folded concert t-shirt to the box. It was comical that he had all of these. He never wore them. Noble, I wrote down. I like it. It sounded regal, but fans of the era would know it was a reference to the noble experiment that prohibition was considered to be at the time. I gave it a star and crossed out Club 21. The last thing we needed was to miss out on patrons because they thought it was a nightclub for twenty-one-year-olds. Temperance Society. Speaking of temper, I needed to stop daydreaming in the bottom of the closest and feed my unhappy girl.

  “Are you ready to see your daddy?” I wanted to see Logan, and I had to see the bar again. This time in the light of day, which I know was silly since the windows were still covered in paper. I couldn’t believe I’d never noticed the construction going on right next to us. The secret passageway and kitchen access were completed while Swayed was closed for annual renovations and now I knew why Logan was so adamant I stay away. He didn’t want me to see any of it. My mom, Declan’s mom, and my aunt Maggie were coming by to see it too.

  “There she is.” Mikey was a big bald guy. He looked tough, but he was really a teddy bear, and he was crazy about Aria. I might as well be invisible.

  “Well hello to you too.” I offered the gentle giant who took my daughter off my hands the second he saw her. I swore this kid was going to have more aunts and uncles then she knew what to do with.

  With a kiss on my cheek, he offered, “Sorry Libby. Logan was next door with Kade the last time I saw him. Go on over, but leave her here with me.” Shocker.

  It was even better than I remembered. Everything from the light fixtures to the color of the drapes that separated the private area from the main room was exactly what I would have picked myself. I didn’t see Logan, but a man I instantly recognized was standing behind the bar. He looked like he belonged there. “How about a BLT?” He asked with a wipe to the bar top. It was kind of fitting since the first time I met Kade, I offered him my grilled cheese sandwich. Logan was nowhere in sight.

  “I just ate.” I knew better than to show up hungry to visit Logan.

  “I was talking about a drink. Bourbon, lemon, and tonic.” It was simple and fresh. Perfect for a hot summer day like today and exactly what I would serve.

  “I’ll take the lemon and tonic, but the bourbon will need to age a little longer since I’m breastfeeding.”

  “Of course, congratulations and thanks for giving the guy a chance to make it right.” Kade was referring to the night we met. The night I wasn’t sure if Logan and I were going to make it. I guess I was the last one to know. I looked over at the leather couch where Logan made love to me last night.

  “You have no idea how right he made it.” Lord, it was hot in here? “Speaking of Logan, where is he?” How would I ever look at that sofa and not remember what we had done on it? I fanned my heated face.

  “He went out to see some VIP’s in the dining room.” Kade handed me my lemon and tonic. “So, what do you think?” Until now, Kade had always come across as confident. Even on Valentine’s Day when he sat alone at a bar surrounded by happy couples. Now, he seemed nervous.

  “It’s better than I could have ever imagined.” My glowing review of Kade’s work seemed to set him at ease.

  “Yeah, it’s pretty great. Have you figured out a name yet?” I shared my ideas with Kade about the name and a hundred other things. The more I talked to him, the more I knew what I needed to do.

  “Look who we found,” Logan held Aria while my mother, aunt, and Brianna, my new brother-in-law’s mother followed in behind him.

  “Oh, Libby this was amazing,” I was so glad my mom was here to
stay. She deserved to be happy and pining away for my dad in California wasn’t good for her. I thought the news that he was going to jail was what she needed to hear. The man she once loved was gone, and he wasn’t coming back. It sucked, I got that because that man was the dad I’d looked up to, the dad I would always miss. I wished Aria could know that Grant Barnes.

  “Can I get you, ladies, a drink?” Yeah, Kade was exactly what this place needed. I swore he didn’t even bat an eyelash and all three women were weak at the knees. I took Aria from Logan to feed her and sat down on “our couch.” Logan gave me a knowing smile.

  “Would you be okay with me offering Kade a job?” I wasn’t sure what authority I had.

  “This is your place, Libby. If you want Kade to stay on you should hire him.”

  “Just like that?” Hiring a bartender to work a shift or two was one thing, but I got the feeling this hire was going to be a lot more involved than a minimum wage position.

  “Just like that.” OK, I guess this baby really was mine. If only she had a name.

  “How soon until you open?” Maggie asked as she tipped back another BLT.

  “As soon as Libby is ready.” Logan was really giving me all of the power. It was exciting and terrifying at the same time.

  “You need to do something big.”

  “Like?”

  “How about revealing the true identity of D. Mathair to the world?” This wasn’t big, this was huge. D. Mathair was the beloved author of the award-winning children’s book series, The Adventures of Bash and June bug. Now that Declan knew who his mother was, she had no reason to guard her identity. Not to mention that the world would eat up the fact that my twin sister, Emily, and her new husband, Declan, were the real-life Bash and June Bug. Hopefully, we could leave out the fact that I was the character, Fluffy, a little troublemaker pug who constantly wreaked havoc on the two beloved characters. Gee Brie, what did you really think of me as a child?