Me: I thought I was coming to your house. I can stay home if you need me to.
Logan: Are we still going to see your brother and his men tomorrow?
I snickered reading his text. I’d warned Shane that we may not make it. I knew how awkward Logan felt if he wasn’t hiding behind the bar. But once my family found out that I’d met Logan’s parents, they’d demanded we set a time to get together. Since weeknights weren’t good with Jakey, we’d decided on Saturday—which was tomorrow—for lunch. Though, I’d had lunch at the restaurant today, and he hadn’t said a word about not wanting to go.
Me: That’s the plan, but I can reschedule if you need me to.
Logan: Creed. Will you stop? I still want you to come over tonight, and I’m looking forward to meeting your men, but I thought maybe you could just stay the night at my house tonight?
Do what now?
Logan: I mean, if you want.
Logan: No pressure.
Logan: Do you not want to? You’re not answering. Did I make things weird?
His rapid-fire texts came in so fast that I kept having to erase my answer and start over.
Me: Are you sure, because I’d love to. I mean, I’d really love to.
My body would appreciate it, too. I’d been leaving his house later and later each night, but still forcing myself to get up in time for the gym. I was exhausted.
Me: What about Jakey?
Logan: I talked to his counselor about it this morning. He said Jakey’s easy acceptance into our lives is a good sign. And, uh, as long as we, you know, make sure we keep the door locked if…
I could picture Logan’s face. If he had customers, they were probably worried about his blood pressure right now.
Me: I’d love to. I’ll go home and pack an overnight bag.
Logan: Okay, great. If you want, if you change your mind, that’s fine too, but I think it would be nice for you to not have to drive home in the middle of the night.
I saw the dots that he was typing another message and knew he was panicking and giving me another out. I quickly sent him another text.
Me: See you tonight, baby.
Since the blowjob the other night, I’d stroked Logan off once, and other than that, we’d only snuggled after Jakey went to bed. Logan had put his foot down that if he couldn’t touch me, then I couldn’t get him off anymore. Last night, I’d almost come in my jeans like a teenager from the heavy petting session, so if we were sleeping all night in the same bed together, I’d have to pack condoms. The man was too irresistible, and there was no way I’d make it through the night without losing myself in his gorgeous body.
“Lock the door,” I said as Logan came back into his room after carrying a sleeping Jakey to his bed.
Logan gave me the stink-eye. “No way. I told you, until you let me touch you too, you’re not touching me again.”
“I know.” I pointed at the bedside table and tracked his gaze as he took in the condoms and lube. A slow smile spread across his face as he reached behind him and flicked the lock. I’d expected a little hesitation from my man since sometimes he still seemed shy around me, but what I hadn’t expected was him to start tripping over himself as he stripped walking to the bed, gray eyes clouding over like a storm at dusk. “Someone in a hurry?” I teased.
He climbed over where I reclined on his bed, completely naked and his dick swelling before my eyes. “Shut up and kiss me, Creed.”
I savored his taste as our lips met in a slow, sensual kiss, but when he canted his hips into mine with a groan, I grabbed his head between my hands and ravaged his mouth. “My show,” I murmured, sliding out from under him.
Logan groaned in frustration as he flopped onto the bed and smooshed his head into his pillow. “Creeed.”
“You and that whining,” I said as I quickly shed my own clothes. As soon as I’d stripped down, I smacked his plump ass. “Roll over.”
“You’re so—” He stopped as he rolled over and drank in his first sight of me naked. “Bossy,” he whispered, then licked his lips.
Taking care of my body was always something I’d taken pride in. I’d dare say, even been cocky about. I watched what I ate, drank my water, and worked out five times a week; all habits I’d picked up playing football. I’d had plenty of women, and especially my boyfriend from college, show appreciation and sheer lust for the effort I put into my physique, but the raw need on Logan’s face humbled me. Though I should’ve realized before now, his allowing me into his home and around his nephew showed he already trusted me. This wasn’t about nailing a hot piece of ass, but he saw me, and despite his insecurities, he’d known I saw him.
Instead of strutting around and asking him if he liked what he saw, which admittedly was my usual M.O., I crawled onto the bed next to him, grabbed his beard, and said, “You’re beautiful.” I leaned down and kissed him. “And this…this means everything. Tonight. Right now. Being in your bed.”
Logan reached up and cupped the side of my face with one of his large hands. “I know.”
As I pressed another kiss to his lips, I stretched out on top of him. Sighing blissfully as he stroked over my naked form, something I hadn’t allowed either of us up until now, I peppered kisses down his neck to his chest. He worked with the public, so I had to be respectful, but while it may be too early to be contemplating declarations of love, I had a need to mark him—claim him as mine.
I sucked a mark into his skin right over his heart, smiling against him as he chuckled. “I can’t believe you.”
Looking up at him, I said, “I don’t know why you’re surprised. You’re mine.” Then I winked, and rubbed my cheek against the soft hair on his chest. As I moved down his body, I alternated rubbing my cheek against him and nibbling on him.
“Creed, please, come up here,” he panted.
Wanting to taste his lips one more time before I turned him over so I could see the hole I’d been dreaming of burying my cock in, I rose back up over the top of him. When he immediately pressed one hand on my ass to pull me down and hold me in place, at the same time he wrapped the other securely around my throbbing shaft, I bit into his shoulder to muffle my moan. “Oh, baby, I don’t think that’s ever felt so good.”
He nuzzled my face with his chin until I turned my head for a clashing of mouths and a dual of our tongues, stroking my dick with his sure, firm grip the whole time. When we pulled back for air, he said, “It’s only because you’ve been denying yourself unnecessarily. I know you care. You don’t have to keep trying so hard.”
I indulged in one more kiss, then grabbed his wrist and removed his hand from my cock with effort. “Yes, I do, because I never want you to question how important you are to me.” I straddled him and winked. “Turn over.” A flash went through his eyes like a lightning bolt, and he obeyed without further prompting. Once he rested his head on his pillow, I leaned up to whisper in his ear. “However, I’m not a masochist, so you have complete permission to wrap those big mitts around my cock anytime you want.”
He chuckled as I began kissing my way down his back. “I think I promised to rock your world.”
“Hmm, I’m pretty sure you said you were going to make it good.”