Chapter Twenty-two

Chapter Twenty-Two

Danielle

I roll over, stretching my arms out. In his sleep, Logan reaches for me, and I move back into his embrace, nuzzling against his chest. Muted sunlight streams through the open balcony doors. My hair is a tangled mess around my face. I’m thirsty and have to pee, but I’ve never been more comfortable than I am right now, lying under twisted sheets with Logan.

It’s like our bodies were meant to be together.

My heart is so full, and for the first time in my life, things feel like they’re going exactly the way they’re supposed to. That all the things I thought were mistakes were actually mile markers. The road was twisted, uphill, and slippery most of the way, but it led to me being exactly where I’m supposed to be.

Right here with Logan.

My best friend.

And the man I love.

Grumbling to myself, I tear away from Logan’s arms and get up, stumbling to the bathroom to pee and get a drink. Then I fall back onto the mattress, and Logan spoons his body around mine. I’d only slept maybe an hour before waking up, and I roll over, pushing Logan down onto the mattress.

I’m so fucking tired, but I can’t help the desire that’s taking me over. The warmth starts between my legs, wetting my pussy. It spreads upward through my stomach, filling me with the need to have Logan’s tongue…fingers…cock…preferably all three, on me.

In me.

“Are you awake?” I whisper, hooking my leg over Logan’s.

“Yeah,” he mumbles. “You…you okay?”

“I want you.” That gets his attention. “But if you’re too tired for a quickie, I understand.”

“I will never be too tired for you, Danielle.” He pulls me onto him and runs his hands up the back of my thighs, squeezing my butt cheeks. It’s like now that we started, we can’t stop even though we both know we should sleep.

But I’m hot and wet and need this.

So does Logan.

He flips me over, and puts his hand between my thighs, slowly raking his fingers over my skin. I groan and widen my legs.

“You’re not very patient, are you?” Logan growls and sweeps his fingers up over my clit. I open my mouth to tell him I’ve been patient, that I’ve wanted this since pretty much the first time I saw him. But all that comes out is a moan, and he pushes one of his long fingers inside me.

I’m lying on my back with Logan at my side. I’m not really at a good angle to reach out and stroke him at the same time, and knowing how good he’s going to give it to me is making me a selfish lover already.

My body revs up with anticipation, and he goes back and forth from rubbing my G-spot to my clit, getting me worked up hard and fast. The orgasm is building up in me, and my breath hitches in my chest. I bring one hand up, digging my fingers into Logan’s arm as I come, pussy spasming around his fingers.

Ears ringing, I feebly pull him to me, spreading my legs and welcoming him in between. He kisses my neck, having already figured out what being kissed in that spot does to me. I wrap my arms around his muscular torso right as he pushes inside, driving his cock in and out of me slowly at first before he picks up the pace. He’s at the perfect angle, and I’m already so fucking turned on. Another orgasm rolls through me, and feeling my pussy tighten around his cock sends Logan over the edge.

He pushes in balls deep as he comes, letting his head drop and rest against mine. We’re both panting, and my heart is racing. Butterflies are still flapping around in my stomach, and I don’t want this feeling to ever go away.

“I came inside you,” Logan breathes, slowly pulling out. “A few times now. I, uh, didn’t even think about it.”

“I make you get carried away, I know. I would say it’s a curse if it didn’t benefit me just as much.”

“That sounds like a good problem to have,” Logan laughs and reaches over for the box of tissues on the nightstand, pulling a few out and handing them to me.

“I know, right? But yeah…about that. I’m on the pill. I have been since I was like fourteen. Painful periods.”

“Oh, right. I remember you mentioning that now. In detail.”

“You’re my best friend. You get the nitty gritty of my life.” Smiling, I get out of bed as gracefully as I can for someone who’s trying to discretely wipe themselves clean. I clean myself up and get back into bed, falling right into Logan’s arms. A warm breeze blows through the open door, and Logan’s strong arms wrap tight around me.

Life is perfect.

*

“Danielle.”

“Hmmm,” I grumble. It’s physically impossible for me to open my eyes right now. I can feel sunlight streaming through the windows and door. If I weren’t half asleep, I’d get up and close the blinds.

“Dani.” Logan’s lips brush over my ear as he speaks. It’s not fair for him to turn me on this much while I’m exhausted. “Your alarm has been going off. I hit snooze twice for you already.”

His words should shock me, but I’m way too tired to care right now. I’m just too comfy in his arms, snuggled under soft sheets. If I thought the waterfalls were paradise, I was sadly mistaken. This is paradise, right here, naked and half asleep, in Logan’s arms.

“Danielle,” he repeats, gently tucking my hair out of my face. “Today is your sister’s wedding. It’s nine-thirty already.”

This time his words do shock me. “Fuck.” I sit up, eyes flying open.

“I take it I shouldn’t have hit snooze?”

“It’s not your fault.” I rub my forehead, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep in Logan’s embrace. “I have a salon appointment at ten.”

“You have time still.” He snakes an arm around me. “And we both know I don’t need much time to make you come so hard you leave a puddle on the sheets.”

“Dammit, Logan,” I groan and flop back onto the mattress. My stomach gets all fluttery and my core quivers, begging me to lie back and let him pleasure me. “I have to shower and shave and then try to dry my hair before getting to the salon.”

He’s already moved over the top of me. And his cock is hard. The tip gleaming with pre-cum. Fuck. Biting my lip, I close my eyes and reach down, wrapping my fingers around his thick cock. I bring the tip against my clit and slowly circle my hips.

We’re making up for lost time, that’s for sure. I’ve never had this much sex in this short a time in my entire life.

“You are so fucking hot,” Logan groans, burying his face in my neck. He kisses my skin, and my own eyes flutter shut. I arch my hips and slowly start moving them in small circles.

My breath comes out in a huff, and Logan moves to the side, reaching down and finishing what I started. I come against his fingers, writhing in pleasure on the mattress. My pussy is still spasming when he climbs back on top and pushes that big dick inside of me.

My mouth falls open, and stars dot my vision. He thrusts all the way inside of me, groaning as he buries his cock in deep. I can feel my pussy contract around his cock, and I angle my hips up, getting hit at a different angle. He bucks his hips hard and fast, rocking me into oblivion. I come for the second time, and only a few seconds later, he comes too, filling me with everything he has.

Resting his forehead against mine, he kisses me softly as he waits for his cock to stop pulsing. I don’t know how I’m going to get up and function. Not only has Logan destroyed me physically with his big dick, I’m exhausted and spoiled and don’t want to do anything other than lie here and make love to him.

“Should I be sorry?”

“Hell no,” I pant. “But you should help me shower. Wait, no. I need to take a fast shower, and I’m suddenly incapable of being naked around you without it turning into sex.”

“Your problems just keep adding up.”

I laugh and get out of bed, taking a quick shower. I wrap up in a towel and brush through my wet hair, looking at the time on my phone. I have ten minutes to get down to the salon, and it takes me at least fifteen to dry my hair when it’s this sopping wet.

I do the best I can and go back into the room to get dressed in record time. Logan is back in bed, half-covered with the blankets and looking so comfortable it’s not fair.

“Want me to bring you breakfast or coffee?”

“If there’s nothing at the salon, hell yes. Usually, someone brings coffee and bagels or donuts to something like this. Though I wouldn’t be surprised if Diana brings kale and sugar-free tea,” I tell him, pulling a pair of underwear on. I let the towel drop and try to hide my smile when I see Logan’s reaction to my body. There’s something rather empowering about being able to turn a man on like this.

It’s even better when it’s one you’re head over heels in love with.

I put my bra on next and then yank a tank top on over my head. “Shit,” I swear when I pick up my phone. I forgot to charge it last night, and it’s at one percent. I stick it and the charger in my purse. I’ll be able to charge it at the salon, I’m sure.

I put on a skirt, step into my shoes, and go over to the bed, kissing Logan goodbye before hurrying out the hotel room and to the salon. I’m just a few minutes late when I walk through the door, but the stylist isn’t ready for me yet anyway.

My mother is all smiles today—as she should be—and gives me a hug when I walk into the back room. There are coffee and pastries, thank the stars. I pour myself a cup and grab a cinnamon bagel.

Diana comes into the back as I’m inhaling my coffee. Her makeup has been done already, and she looks beautiful.

“I’m not an emotional person,” I start, setting the coffee down. “But I’m getting all teary-eyed, sis. You look like a princess already.”

Diana looks up, doing whatever she can to keep her own eyes from watering. “Thank you. I can’t believe I’m getting married today! In Hawaii!” She waves her hands around in the air as she squeals.

She’s happy, which makes me happy. But, dammit, I still wish she were marrying a better man than Peter.

Yawning, I reach for my coffee and take another mouthful down.

“Up late?” Mom asks, picking up a bagel to cut in half.

“Yeah.” I finish my coffee and go for a refill.

“What were you doing?” Diana asks with a giggle as she wiggles her eyebrows at me.

“I’m not at liberty to say.” I pour more coffee into the paper cup.

Diana giggles again, and Mom rolls her eyes. “Oh come on, Mama,” Diana starts. “We’re adults. Dani’s lived with boyfriends before.”

“I still don’t need to hear you talk about it. Unless you want me to talk about my night.” Mom gives us a wink.

“Ew, please don’t!” Diana laughs. Luckily, the stylist is ready for Mom, and she goes out of the backroom, leaving Diana and me alone.

“You seem happy,” she says to me, looking at the donuts but not picking one up.

“You seem surprised by that.”

“I am,” she admits. “Just as surprised to find out you’re engaged when you haven’t so much as mentioned a boyfriend.”

Shit. “I didn’t want to admit to myself how serious it was,” I say, which isn’t actually a complete lie. “I went to Eastwood with the assumption I’d leave.” I flick my eyes to Diana, knowing this is a sore subject. Whatever, though, right? She chose to forgive Peter, to believe his lies over the truth.

But I’m sure she knows.

And I know I wasn’t the first woman he made a move on while he and Diana were together. All I can hope now is that he’s grown up, and proposing and wanting to get married right after I called him out was a wakeup call of some sorts, making him realize what he had to lose or something like that.

“So why start a serious relationship when you’d just take off again?” Diana supplies, doing a nice job of slipping in a backhanded insult.

“Right. But Logan is…” I trail off, smiling. “He’s everything I could ever want.”

“So, you’re going to stay in that little town?”

“I like it there, and I don’t know why that’s so hard to believe. It’s not like it’s some backwoods town down south or something. We’re about two hours from Chicago, we have two Starbucks now, and Papa John’s just started delivering. Plus, there’s a new big hospital being built, and there’s talk of an Olive Garden going in nearby.”

“Sounds…charming.”

“Grandpa wasn’t wrong picking that place to lay down roots. It’s not your thing, and that’s okay.”

“I just don’t see how you can’t like the finer things in life.” She’s not trying to be mean. Diana really can’t understand how anyone can differ from her and not be miserable.

“It was too much pressure. Too much bullshit and everyone was fake. But that’s your thing,” I add, realizing it’s a little too late to circle back around and not insult her. I don’t know what Diana actually does right now. She’s not book smart, but that doesn’t make her stupid, though according to our father, it did, and she grew up knowing she didn’t have what it takes to get into the Ivies.

What the fuck? Am I actually starting to empathize with my bitchy sister? I sip my coffee and watch her smiling down at her ring. Being a housewife to a “successful man” was never something I wanted.

I wanted to be the successful person my parents wanted me to marry. I might not be there just yet, but I’m on my way.