Because of Logan

by Erica Alexander

  My body floats in lightness, and at least for now, free of the weight of uncertainty and years of thinking of myself as the ugly duckling. Right in this moment, I’m more than a swan. I’m a Phoenix, reborn from the ashes of my old self.

  He lowers himself over me and pushes my legs open with his wide shoulders as his hands wrap around my thighs.

  “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this.”

  His cheek scratches the inside of one thigh and then the other. When I think I can’t take the anticipation of his mouth on me any longer, his lips find me. Wet and trembling.

  “Oh, Logan.”

  His name is followed by a string of sounds and moans I’m certain have never come out of me before.

  This is a first for me. I get it now. All the books I read before had me curious, but now I get it. This, his lips and tongue in the most intimate part of my body, the way he licks at me, the way he tastes me, the pleasure he gives and takes from it, and the trust it requires. I get it now. I do, and I’m greedy for more. My hips move of their own accord, seeking more of what Logan is giving me as an exquisite sweet ache builds inside. More, more, more, just a little bit more. I’m so close, so close.

  Logan lets go of one of my legs, and a moment later, his fingers are in me. He pushes one finger inside and then two, and the pressure of them combined with his mouth on me sends me over the edge. The orgasm takes over my entire body. It spreads outward in waves of pleasure so intense, I’m robbed of breath. My entire body spasms in ecstasy. Too much, too much, too much.

  Logan doesn’t stop, and wave after wave takes over me. Like a broken dam, the orgasms can’t be contained. I grab his hair and pull him away from me. My body folds on itself. I’m gasping for air. I have nothing left. He took everything I had.

  Logan folds around me. I can feel the press of his erection nestled in my lower back.

  He brushes hair away from my face.

  “Skye, you okay?”

  I try to speak, but I can’t even open my eyes right now. I manage to lift one hand in a give me a minute gesture.

  His body vibrates behind me with his chuckle.

  After a minute, I turn to look at him. There’s something more in his eyes. Something more than heat and desire. I dare not to hope. Too many orgasm endorphins in my bloodstream to think straight right now.

  A slow smile spreads his beautiful lips. They’re red and swollen, and I know I’m the reason. Right on cue, my face flushes pink. His smile gets bigger.

  “I love it when you blush.”

  He turns me to him.

  “It's beautiful, Skye. Watching you come is beautiful.”

  I cover my face with my hands, and he tugs them down gently, kisses the palms, and places them on his chest.

  “We can stop here if you want. We don’t have to go any further.”

  I can feel how hard he is against my hip, and even after the orgasms he just gave me, I still want more. I want him inside me. I’m aching for it. So I tell him. With courage born from the way he looks at me, I tell him.

  “Logan, I want you inside me. I want to feel you. I want to watch when you come inside me. Don’t hold back, please?”

  A growl escapes him just before he kisses me. It’s not tender or sweet. It’s hungry and dirty. My taste is on his tongue. He devours me. His body hovers over mine. I grab his ass and pull him into me. Logan leans over me and gives in but then pulls back.

  “Fuck! Condom.”

  He pulls back just enough to grab a condom from the drawer in the night table.

  “You’re making me lose my mind. I never forgot to suit up before.”

  In seconds, the wrapper is ripped open, and he slides the condom down his length. I finally get a clear view of him. His dick stands long, thick, and proud between us. I have no idea when he took off his underwear. I guess it must have happened when I was having my out-of-body experience. His eyes roam over my body. He braces himself over me, elbows around my head, and lowers his body to mine.

  “You said it’s been a long time for you. This might feel uncomfortable at first. I’ll try to go slow. Let me know if I hurt you.”

  “Okay.”

  I’m hit with apprehension. The two times I had sex with Blake were not pleasurable. It had been hurried and unskilled. We were just kids, neither one of us knew what we were doing, and I hadn’t been ready. Logan looks at me, still waiting for my consent. I push all thoughts of the past away and smile at him.

  “Now, Logan.”

  He pushes into me, slow and easy. I can feel pressure, but no pain. He pauses, his eyes never leaving mine. He’s reading me, waiting, letting me get used to the sweet invasion. When he deems it okay, he pushes all the way in. I gasp, not in pain, but from the fullness.

  He stops immediately.

  “You okay?”

  “It feels so good.”

  A satisfied cat-who-ate-the-canary smile graces his face. Then he moves. Oh, God. I think my eyes are rolling back in my head.

  “Logan?”

  “Yeah?” His voice is strained, raspy.

  “Don’t stop.”

  His mouth crashes into mine then. The kiss is less refined the faster and harder he pushes into me. I wrap my legs behind his thighs, pulling him in deeper still. The chant of more, more, more is on repeat in my mind, on my skin, in the very center of me. Logan moves, friction and wetness bringing us a step closer to orgasm. I don’t know how long he keeps at it. It feels like hours. It feels like seconds. Our mouths part in search of air and sweat slicks our skin. I’m burning hot and covered in shivers.

  Contrasts, so many contrasts. I love all the differences between us. His tanned skin against my fair. His hardness and my softness. How his large body dominates my much smaller one. His confidence and my shyness. Our contrasts and differences complement each other.

  “Logan!”

  I gasp, feeling myself squeeze around him. The orgasm hits me again, not as intense as before, but no less beautiful and meaningful.

  “Fuck!”

  His movements are less rhythmic, more frantic, and he grunts and stiffens on top of me. Long seconds pass before his body relaxes and his weight drops on me. We melt into each other.

  After a long moment, Logan tries to push away.

  “I’m crushing you.”

  I hug him to me.

  “No, I like it. I like the way your weight feels on top of me.”

  He nuzzles my neck and drops little, tender kisses on my shoulders, neck, face.

  “You’re good?”

  He checks on me again.

  “Yes, you?”

  “Never been better. I’ll be right back.”

  He pulls out of me gently, still hard, and goes into the attached bathroom. The sound of water tells me he’s washing his hands after getting rid of the condom. I’m still lying on the bed, the exact same position he left, when he comes back. I can’t move. I’m paralyzed by orgasms.

  He fluffs the pillows and lies on them, pulling me to his chest and arranging the blanket over our bodies. I rest my head on his shoulder and my hand on his chest. His lips brush my forehead with tender kisses. Satisfied exhaustion claims me. My eyes flutter closed, lulled by the warmth of Logan’s body and the quiet breaths moving his chest under me.

  When sleep claims me, I dream of him.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Waking up with Skye next to me is something I could get used to. Her small frame under the covers is barely visible in the low light filtering through shades covering the windows.

  We made love once more in the middle of the night, and I could have gone for thirds, but she must be sore, so I held back. Not sure I can hold back again this morning.

  Wait—made love? Did I actually think that? Sex, hooking up, fucking, all those are terms I’ve used before. Making love has never been a part of my vocabulary. And surprisingly, it doesn’t make me want to run for the hills.

  I can see the top of her shoulders and a lovely mess of golde
n hair on the pillow. She’s sleeping on her stomach, facing away from me. I have the urge to pull her into my body and wrap myself around her. I went to sleep with her taste on my tongue and her scent on my skin, and I want more of that.

  I need my next Skye fix, but instead, I get out of the bed soundlessly and grab my phone from the nightstand. I make my way to the bathroom and close the door behind me.

  After a few minutes, I find myself texting Liam.

  Logan: Baby Brother. This girl…

  Logan: This girl has me wrapped around her little finger and she doesn’t even know.

  Logan: She’s sweet and kind and funny. And so unlike anyone I ever met before.

  Logan: I’m fascinated and terrified. And last night? Bro…last night was like no experience I’ve ever had before.

  Logan: She’s like sunshine in the middle of a storm. Colorful. Unexpected. Warm.

  There’s a soft knock, and I put my phone on the bathroom counter and open the door. She’s wearing a hockey jersey I had folded on top of the dresser. I take her in with hungry eyes. She looks at me, looks away, and back at me again, and I remember I’m still naked, my erection pointing straight at her. She bites her lip and touches the hem of the shirt. It falls nearly to her knees.

  “Is this okay?”

  “Yes, I like you in my jersey.”

  I like her wearing my number and name across her back. Even though I can’t see them because she’s facing me, I know they’re there.

  She points at the bathroom, and I step aside to let her in.

  “I left a new toothbrush out for you,” I say and notice I never put the cap on the paste after I brushed my own teeth.

  “Thank you.”

  I grab my phone.

  “You’re welcome.”

  Her eyes are fixed on my face, but I can tell she’s making an effort not to let them stray.

  I want to make lo—fuck her in that jersey. If she lets me, I’m going to do just that.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  When I go back into the room, he’s sitting on the bed, waiting for me. A sheet around his hips covers his still-naked body. I know the gesture of modesty is for my benefit. I bridge the distance between us without hesitation. I’m letting my body take charge, getting out of my own head for a change. I think too much, I know.

  I stand in front of him, and Logan gently pulls me closer. His hands low on my hips, he traces the horizontal lines across the middle of the jersey.

  “How are you feeling?” he asks, his eyes flitting all over my face.

  “I feel . . . happy.”

  Happy is not the right word, but as I search my mind for the correct one, none quite fits the flutter of emotions inside me. Elation, joy, giddiness, a soul-deep contentment, and satisfaction. I settle for happy.

  “Yeah?”

  His smile is coy.

  “Yes. Last night was more than I ever dreamed of.”

  “You dream of fucking me often?”

  The smile is unashamed now. He baited me.

  “Logan!”

  I try to push his chest in play. He doesn’t budge. The man is solid.

  “Are you sore?”

  There’s a hint of concern in his voice.

  I do a mental check. Am I sore? I can for sure feel his touch on me still, but sore?

  “No, not really.”

  “In that case, can I have you for breakfast?”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  River persuaded everyone to go to a Halloween party. A middle of the week party since Halloween falls on a Wednesday this year. The girls are dressing up, and I got roped into doing the same. I kind of cheated on my costume. I’m wearing jeans and a hockey jersey.

  I’m picking up the girls. I’m glad I worked a day shift today and have tonight and tomorrow off. I haven’t been to a Halloween party in years and it will be fun. Granted, I’d rather have Skye all to myself, but I can share her with the world for a few hours. Luckily, we got nice weather, and it’s warm for this time of year. We don’t see too many sixty-degree nights on Halloween.

  Skye gave me the outside door code, and I let myself into the common hall and knock on her door and wait for one of them to open it. The door opens, but it’s not the girl I want. River has her hair in a high ponytail and a knee-length coat on. Heels on her feet make her even taller. She’s maybe a couple of inches shorter than me with those shoes. The door opens wide, and I step in. Sounds from the back of the hallway tell me Skye is coming into the living room. Can’t wait to see her outfit.

  Oh, fuck.

  Holy fucking fuck.

  No.

  Nope.

  Just no.

  There’s no way I’ll make it through the next five minutes, much less through the night, with her dressed like that.

  Jesus Christ!

  She’s a walking wet dream.

  Thank God, my hockey jersey covers my groin because my dick is standing at attention and screaming Sir, yes, sir!

  Fuck me now.

  Skye halts as soon as she sees me in the room. I’m sure every thought in my head is visible on my face. She has pigtails tied with white and blue ribbons in matching colors for her cheerleader outfit. The shirt, if one can call it that, is not much bigger than a bra and ties in the front. I think it’s called a halter top. Her small breasts pop on top, making them look twice as big. Her ribs, stomach, and lower belly are completely bare. The little skirt is low on her hips and flares when she walks. She has sneakers on instead of the expected heels she hates so much. We’re both frozen in place. I’m painfully hard and need to adjust myself, but I can feel River watching me with an all-too-knowing smirk on her face.

  “Down, boy.”

  She laughs at me.

  I can see doubt in Skye’s face.

  “This is too much, right?”

  She looks at me for confirmation but doesn’t wait for an answer. Skye turns to River.

  “I told you it was a bad idea.”

  I’m still frozen in place. If I move, it will be to bend Skye over the couch, pull that tiny skirt up, and fuck her until I pass out. Pretty sure neither of them would appreciate it.

  I hear River laughing.

  “Okay, I’ll give you two a minute. I’ll be in my room, checking on nothing.”

  She leaves toward the hall and I can’t take it anymore. I have to adjust myself. Skye’s eyes go big when she sees me doing just that. I stalk toward her.

  “Are you trying to kill me?”

  “What?”

  “Have you seen yourself? Sweet mother of fuck. Can someone die from a hard-on?”

  She looks down at herself and blushes. I can’t hold back any longer. My hands find her waist and I pull her to me. My mouth is on hers before she has a chance to react. She melts into me, her lips opening and taking me in with a moan. She tastes like mint and Skye. I grab her hips and grind her into me, trying to get some relief, but all I accomplish is to get even more turned on.

  Somewhere in the back of my mind, the sound of approaching steps registers. A sigh, a laugh, and the steps retreat. I have to stop myself.

  Now.

  Before we’re both naked on the floor. With regret, I take a small step away from her and adjust myself again. Her eyes drop to my groin.

  “I have a feeling I’ll be adjusting myself a lot tonight.”

  “This is too much, right? I feel naked. I don’t think I can do this.”

  “I have to be honest, Skye. A part of me wants to show you off and the other part wants to lock you in my room and throw away the key.”

  “Which one is winning?”

  Before I can answer her, River’s voice comes down the hall.

  “Are you guys decent in there? Can we get going or should I get the hose?”

  She doesn’t wait for a reply.

  “Okay then. I got your jacket, Skye.”

  Skye turns around, and I notice her ass in that tiny little skirt.

  “Please tell me you have shorts under that skirt.”r />
  They both laugh.

  “Yes, we do.”

  River answers for Skye.

  “Show him, Skye.”

  “Show me what?”

  River laughs. Skye hesitates, then lifts the back of the skirt. And right across her ass, on the tiny shorts, the word SCORE.

  Fuck.

  Me.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  There are people everywhere, spilling over the sidewalk, walking in and out of the frat house, leaning on cars and trees, and sitting on the curb. You’d think no one has classes tomorrow. We had to park two blocks away. Logan’s arm at my back guides me around the side of the house and into the backyard. River is right behind us. More people gather around a fire pit, red cups in hand. Laughter and voices mingle with the music coming from inside the house and speakers around the yard. The amount of skin on display puts me at ease. Witches, nurses, pirates, and yes, cheerleaders, are everywhere. A lot of the guys are dressed up, and some, like Logan, took the easy way out and just put on a jersey.

  Logan’s arm goes around my shoulder, and he gestures to River to come in closer. He hugs both of us, and we lean in to hear him over the surrounding cacophony.

  “I know I don’t have to say this, but I’ll say it anyway. Don’t accept a drink from anyone but me. I’ll get it for you. Pay attention to your surroundings. I’m not letting you out of my sight, Skye. River, if you decide to walk around, let me know. You have your phone on you, right?”

  “Yes, Dad.”

  River’s response is sarcastic, but I can see gratitude in her face. She pats her phone, stuck inside her skirt. We have the same outfit, but in different colors. Mine is blue and River’s bright pink. Logan suggested we leave our pocketbooks and jackets in the car. It would be a pain holding them all night, and if we left them anywhere here, odds are we would not find them again. I know it to be true from experience. Lost a favorite jacket freshman year this way.