All Chapters of Cheap Trick: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter Twenty-OneDanielleEverything hums inside of me. Every nerve in my body. Every inch of flesh. I’m straddling Logan, feeling his cock harden against me. I rock my hips, and just the fabric of his pants rubbing against me sends a jolt through me.My face is cupped by both his large hands, and when he inches those long fingers along my cheek, I can’t help but quiver. Because I know without a doubt those long fingers are going to be exploring more of my body tonight.“Logan,” I breathe, but don’t get any more words out. He puts his mouth to mine and moves his hand to the back of my head, taking a tangle of hair in his grasp. I widen my legs, pressing myself down against his lap. His cock is getting harder, and—holy shit—it feels huge.He brings his hands down to my hips, gripping me tight and pushing me down against himself. Then he angles his hips up, rubbing his hard cock against me. Fuck! I toss my head back, nails digging into his back. I’m getting wet already, and I swear he

Chapter Twenty-ThreeLoganI wasn’t prepared for this. It was the last thing I thought would happen, but it did. And now I can’t stop smiling when I look at Danielle. She’s standing up for her sister, holding a bouquet of brightly colored flowers. Her hair is pulled back in a loose bun at the nape of her neck, and she looks absolutely beautiful.This is the longest I’ve seen her since she left this morning to get her hair done. Things ran over at the salon, and she had to run back to the room, change, and then head down to the beach with the rest of the bridal party for photos. I’m sitting in the back, and I don’t know a single person around me. Though even if I did, it wouldn’t matter.My eyes are on Danielle and Danielle alone, as they will be the rest of the night.Things are fucking perfect right now, and as soon as we get time together at the reception, I’m going to pull her aside and tell her everything.This wasn’t some vacation hookup.I don’t want to be fuck buddies, even tho

Chapter Twenty-FiveDanielle“Mom.” I gently nudge her. “We’re landing.”She sits up, blinking rapidly, and looks around. Maybe she took more Xanax when I wasn’t looking, because she slept nearly that entire flight. I don’t know the last time I slept for a solid eight hours, and I know that’s entirely my fault. I stay up too late doing non-important things, like binging TV shows or finishing a book.My phone is in my hands, waiting to get the all clear to turn it off airplane mode. It’s early in the morning here in Chicago, and I’m terrified for the news I’ll get once I get service again. I pack up my bag and look out the window, feeling an odd sense of relief to see Lake Michigan and the flat, green Midwest land below us.Using my feet, I push the bag under the seat in front of me and grip the armrests. Landing always makes me a little nervous, and I don’t have Logan’s hand to hold this time.I turn my phone back on the second we’re on the ground and check for updates. A text comes t

Chapter Twenty-SevenDanielleI open my eyes and roll over. I don’t know what time it is. Or what day it is. All I know is Logan is in bed next to me, and his slow and steady breathing is the only thing keeping me from falling apart. Everything happened so fast.We got to the hospital. Grandpa seemed like he was going to pull through. And then he was gone.I slowly get out of bed, needing to use the bathroom. Logan hasn’t even gone home yet since he got back to Eastwood. Everything was so perfect before, and I would give anything to go back to our last night in Hawaii.After using the bathroom, I go downstairs, following the sound of the TV. Mom is in the living room, drinking wine and watching a baking show. It’s almost four in the morning.“Mom?”“Oh, Danielle, honey. You’re up.”“So are you. Did you get any sleep?”“A bit here and there.”I cross my arms over my chest, chilled even though it’s warm in the house. Usually, we’d turn the air conditioning up before going to bed. I hate

Chapter Twenty-NineDanielleI lean against the metal gate, watching the horses run around the pasture. The chickens are already fed, and the goats are grazing near the barn. It’s a little after eight in the morning, which is still early for me but not as early as Grandpa got up to feed the animals.I can handle eight AM. Well, when the weather is nice, that is. I’m already dreading having to trudge out here in the rain and snow.Logan was still asleep on the couch when I came out here, and I silently go back into the house, not wanting to wake him. He’s been my rock the last few days, and I really don’t think I could have gotten through this without him.I’m making breakfast when my phone rings, and I hurry to silence the call. It’s a local number, but since I don’t know who it is, I don’t answer. If it’s important, they’ll leave a message. And I really don’t feel like talking to anyone right now anyway.Looking around the kitchen, I feel an emptiness in my heart. I want it to go awa