19
| LOGAN |
With the last of my Saturday meetings done, I head over to the gym to try and get a climb in with Nicole before dinner.
It’s become our thing. Some couples go out on dates, we go up different walls together.
I fucking love it. Not just the climbing, but also how adamant the pushy little thing gets about me climbing at least once a week to offset my workaholic tendencies.
I’ve never really had someone look out for me like this before. To the point of adorably vicious verbal threats that usually have me laughing so hard, I can’t focus on work anyway.
The woman really has been a breath of fresh air in my life. And in Hannah’s.
Truthfully, the way she barged into our lives did take some adjusting. It wasn’t easy for me to accept that I couldn’t help Hannah as much I wanted to after the bullying. Being the one to make it all better used to be my specialty. And as much as it gutted me to have to stand on the sidelines for the first time in my kid’s life, I’m grateful for Nicole.
I’ve definitely seen a positive difference in Hannah throughout all this. She isn’t just happier and more talkative in public, she’s bolder, surer of herself. More outgoing and expressive, but also more grounded, seems like.
According to my mother, Nicole has been having the same effect on my being happier and more grounded as well.
As I walk into the gym and make my way upstairs, I hear the sound of her laughter nearby, and immediately, I feel myself smiling…and fighting off an instant hard-on.
It’s an auto-response that I’m beginning to think may be a permanent one.
I follow the sound over to my office, where I find Derick (dammit) hamming it up for her in the hall outside our storage room. Mine and Nicole’s.
Seriously, there are times I really want to fire the guy.
Yes, I’m intensely possessive of everything related to my relationship with Nicole. But this right here is more than that. The persistent dick has been hitting on her for years, ever since she started coming in here regularly. It’s always annoyed me, but now, it pisses me the hell off.
She’s mine.
Time to nip this shit in the bud.
I wrap an arm around Nicole and kiss her square on the mouth. Much to Derick’s utter shock. Never really considered myself a man who likes public displays of affection before, but with Nicole, hell, I want the whole fucking world to see.
He holds up his hands in defeat. Message received.
In theory, I know I could just stop here. But we’re talking years of him hitting on her.
After pressing a soft kiss against her temple, I draw back and casually say, “Did you know that Derick here is the biggest Raiders fan I know?”
She gasps and stares at him as if he’s the devil incarnate. “You like the Raiders?”
Derick lights up. “You watch football? Who’s your team?”
“The 49ers of course.”
He barks out a laugh. “They suck. I don’t know why everyone tries to make this whole big rivalry between Oakland and San Fran. There’s no competition. The 49ers are weak. Lucky at best.”
Oh, shit.
“You take that back,” she growls.
He laughs again. “No way. They’re the worst team in the league if you ask me.”
Great, now I have a ticking time bomb in my arms. I carefully pick up the now nuclear reactive woman and place her gently on the couch, fuming and seething mad.
Dammit, Derick had to go and ruin my fun. I just wanted him to stop hitting on the woman, not get potentially coldcocked by her. “You should probably go before she goes postal on you.”
That’s when he finally notices Nicole’s giving him a death glower from the couch.
“Ah,” he says, nodding in understanding. “Well played.”
“Thanks.”
Peering at her over my shoulder, he asks then, “Does she have any strong feelings toward any NBA teams? Because football season is almost over—”
I shove him out of my office and lock the door.
When I turn back, I see she isn’t all that pleased with me either. “Was that absolutely necessary?”
I try to—but fail—at smothering my grin. “I really didn’t think it would quite so effective. I kind of forgot how much he likes trash talking other teams.”
“Not the football thing.” She frowns. “The part where you kissed me to mark your territory. I didn’t like it.”
“First of all, I kissed you because it’s been half a day since I’ve had your lips on mine and I missed the hell out of you. Second of all, I wasn’t marking my territory. I just wanted him to know that he couldn’t hit on you anymore.”
“How is that different?”
“Because it’s you who fucking owns me, woman. I don’t want anyone else. You’re all I think about, all I want. That’s what I was showing him back there.”
A reluctant smile tips her lips up at the corner. “Now who’s not playing fair?”
“I’m not playing, period. I’m yours. In every sense of the word. But, it’s okay if you don’t want to tell me you feel the same.”
“It is?”
“Yes.”
“I see. And why is that, exactly?”
She’s so damn cute when she uses her therapist voice and redirect questions on me. “Because I already know you’re mine. If you’re not ready to say it out loud yet, it’s okay. I can wait. In the meantime, I’ll just have to make sure I ruin you for all other men until you’re ready to admit it.”
I yank her legs out from under her and have my mouth on her slick, sweet pussy the instant her back hits the couch cushion. “So, you take your time thinking about this. And only tell me yes when you really, truly feel it.”
She practically screams when I start flicking my tongue across her clit.
“You’re cheating,” she pants when I ease back and finally give her a chance to breathe.
“Yes, I am.” I slide two fingers along her g-spot while grazing my lips over her soft belly, up to her perfect little tits.
“What about now?” My teeth gently score over one tight, berry-hard nipple as I start to pump my fingers deep inside of her. “Are you feeling a little like mine now?”
Instead of answer, she stretches out fully on the couch and reaches her hand out to grab my hard cock.
Fuck, I love how this woman argues.
I groan as she quickly undoes my zipper and runs her tongue up the shaft, sucking at the tip when I start leaking precum like crazy.
Just when I start thrusting into her hot, wet mouth, the realization of where we are crashes over me.
Jesus Christ, I need to get some window blinds in this damn office.
As much as I want nothing more than to sixty-nine the hell out of her right now, we can’t. Yes, the only folks who could possibly see us on the couch would have to be up high on one of the advanced walls across the gym peering with binoculars into my office window. But still, it’s not worth the risk.
“Nicole, we can’t do this here. It’s too dangerous. I won’t be able to keep myself in check. If you put that sexy mouth of yours on my cock again, the next thing you know, I’ll be buried balls deep in your pussy, fucking you until we both pass out.”
She lets out a quiet, muffled moan, her sugary slit drenching the palm of my hand.
Fucking hell.
“You make me crazy,” I murmur roughly before repositioning us so my back is to the window, blocking any possible view of her as I drop down between her thighs to run my tongue over her sugary slit. Spreading her wide, I form a seal over her hot little pussy with my lips as I begin tracing an array of alphabets over her pulsing flesh with my tongue…in multiple languages.
“Logan, don’t stop…” she whimpers, her throat hoarse.
I growl at the insane and downright unacceptable idea of stopping right now and her whole body stiffens at the vibration.
Ruthlessly, I hold her on that brink just like that until finally, I hear my name slip past her lips in little moans of pure pleasure. “Logan, Logan, Logan,” each a half a heartbeat apart, in a rhythm I could set a clock by.
Suddenly, her entire body snaps taut and her cries grow louder, harder, faster.
I capture her lips with mine before I let her plunge over that edge.
A long while later, after she’s dozed off for a mini-nap, she lifts her head up from my chest and whispers, “I do…really, truly feel it.” She cuddles deeper into my arms. “And yes, I kind of want everyone to know it, too.”
Ah, damn. Knowing it and hearing her tell me are two completely different things.
“That seals your fate, woman.”