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“It’s more than okay, Lo. It’s great.”
He smiled then, giving me that cocky grin I’d grown to love. “Well, yeah, I’m pretty fucking fantastic.”
I laughed and pushed his face away but he grabbed my hand and kissed my open palm. “Really, though, I want you to know that you can trust me.”
“I wouldn’t have slept with you if I didn’t trust you.”
His hand stroked up and down my back as he held me close to him. I was bone tired and sore in the best possible way, in awe of the fact that a little more than a month ago I couldn’t stand Logan and now I was naked in bed with him.
Something tugged at my heart again and I tried to tamp down on it, leaning in to kiss him softly. “Thank you for tonight.”
“For the sex or dinner with my siblings?”
“Both.” I answered honestly. Yeah, the sex was mind blowing and I’d never had that much fun in bed before. It was something I’d never forget. But tonight, Logan let me see a part of him that I had a feeling not many people were privileged enough to see. I was able to see him interact with his family, catch glimpses of vulnerability with his siblings. I got to learn bits and pieces of his childhood, and in such an intimate setting, surrounded by friends and family, I felt honored. It may have sounded strange. Hell, it felt strange. But I was touched.
“Is it safe to say I’m sleeping in this bed with you tonight?”
“You better be.”
Chapter 11
A fter having sex twice more throughout the night we slept well into late morning. The sheets were torn off the bed, the lamp that rested on the nightstand was now on the floor, and there were two bowls of melted ice cream on the floor due to the fact that Logan became way too infatuated with my breasts as I was trying to eat.
Between my legs was sore and I was horrified to see hickies and beard burn scattered across my neck and collarbone. But I couldn’t say it was all bad. Logan had marked me, claimed me, and I was basking in the sense that I felt like I was slowly becoming his as he was becoming mine.
Shit, I’m a mess, I thought as I yanked my bedhead into a messy ponytail. Logan’s henley that he wore last night now hung loosely on my body and I pulled the collar up to my nose, inhaling his scent. I felt like a giddy, lovestruck teenager. I couldn’t seem to help myself.
Maybe all of this was a bad idea and maybe it was going to fall apart, but I’d spent so long hiding away and living a black and white life that when things burst into technicolor I couldn’t help but push the doubts away. At least for now. I wanted to stay in this little bubble with him and figure out the rest later on.
I was wiping excess mascara from underneath my eyes when there was a loud pounding on the front door downstairs. Poking my head out of the bathroom door, I saw Logan struggle to sit up and grab his jeans. There was a loud crack and I had no idea where it came from, but based on the wince he gave, I could only assume it was his RA acting up.
“Do you need help?” I asked softly as he stood, slightly hunched as he pulled his jeans up his legs.
Logan’s eyes met mine and he looked me up and down, my bare legs pressed together and his henley covering me just enough to be decent. “You can help me by getting your fine ass back into bed. Naked, preferably.”
I started laughing but stopped when the pounding started up again. Logan’s eyebrows furrowed and he pointed at me. “Stay here.”
Yeah, right, I thought wryly but nodded, watching the red marks on his back as he retreated downstairs, wincing because I didn’t want anyone to see them. It felt personal, something between the two of us. But then I smiled because, hey, I marked him like he’d done to me, and the thought made me warm.
I was in so over my head and sinking fast, for the first time in my life not thinking about the consequences of my actions. I was so present, so stuck in the here and now, that I didn’t care what happened next. It would change once I had time to slow down and think, maybe once I had time by myself to gather my thoughts. For now, though, I was enjoying myself. I felt my age for once and it felt damn good. Young. Carefree. Alive. Making hasty decisions that made me feel good instead of being scared that I was going to disappoint someone.
The truth was that I didn’t have anyone to disappoint. I had no idea where my parents were, if they were even alive, and Gran was gone. The thought put a slight damper on my good mood, and that wasn’t something I could just push away. I’d never brought a man home to meet Gran because I’d never been serious with anyone, but I had a feeling that I would have brought Logan home to her. I also had a feeling that she would have liked him. The woman had been able to see through everyone’s bullshit, but I had a feeling that even Logan would have been able to charm her with that smile and the mischievous look in his eyes.
I pulled on my jeans, shimmying as I pulled them up my legs before tiptoeing down the hall to the stairs. I craned my neck with my head cocked to the side, listening for any sign of trouble. With how angry the pounding was, I could only assume that something bad was going on.
You’re a damn snoop, I heard Gran’s voice in my head and scowled. I wasn’t snooping, I was just… keeping an eye on Logan. Or an ear.
Whatever.
“You couldn’t have called?” I finally heard him say, his voice still slightly rough from sleep.
“I did call, Logan. Four times. Where the fuck is your phone?” another voice, this one very deep and very unfamiliar, responded.
“Shit,” Logan responded and I heard him move across the room. There was a slight shuffling and I had to assume that he was taking his phone out of his jacket. “I’m sorry, I, uh…” he trailed off.
The man laughed. “Listen, I don’t care what, or who, you were doing, but you should sit down because I’m about to give you some bad fucking news, man.”
I was instantly on alert, straightening my spine as my palms began to sweat. Bad news? Had Conlon done something? My mind began to race as uncertainty settled in my stomach.
