I’m sore the next morning, so sensitive between my thighs that when I sit down I can’t help but gasp slightly. My thighs ache, too, a reminder that Logan had my legs spread wide, and was deep in me, his thick cock claiming my virginity. I always knew it would be him who took it, or at least I wanted that more than I wanted to take my next breath. I knew that no other man would or could compare to him. It’s why I saved myself for Logan, why I knew that if I were with another man it wouldn’t mean a fraction of what it would with him.

He’s mine, the same way I’m his.

Every time I think about what Logan and I did last night I feel my face heat. It was right after we made love that I realized Rowan and Marie had been outside, waiting. I forced myself to get dressed and face them, knew there would be looks and startling realization that what I’d been doing inside had been some pretty intense making up. And when I opened the door, it was to see Marie grinning from ear to ear, and Rowan looking pretty damn uncomfortable.

God, just thinking about seeing them after what we’d done, how my hair had probably been a wild mess, sweat still cooling on my body, made me feel embarrassed as much as it did thrilled. It meant I was finally Logan’s. I had no doubt my face was red, the product of my exertion evident. And as I said goodnight to them I felt Logan’s cum slipping out of me. It was something I could have only envisioned in a movie, or read in a book.

My thoughts have me closing my eyes and shaking my head, a chuckle leaving me. I certainly hadn’t thought my night would end up like that.

I bring my mug to my mouth and take a long sip of tea. I added extra honey, my sweet tooth fierce this morning. Maybe it’s because of all the fucking we did last night. Even now I tingle as I think about all the times he made me climax.

I hear footsteps and open my eyes to see Logan walking in, a towel wrapped loosely around his hips, droplets of water on his golden, hard and muscular skin. His hair is damp, and as I scan his form I can’t help but zero in on the outline of his dick through the towel. I get wet instantly, feel my nipples harden, and know that if I want he will give in to me without question.

He walks into the kitchen, winks at me, and makes his way over to the coffee machine. Just watching him pour that mug, lean against the counter, and take a sip of the liquid turns me on. I shift on my seat, looking at his six-pack, the way it flexes when he moves slightly. I want to run my tongue over that V definition that will lead me right to the part of him that I want to feel inside of me.

God, I’m so wet right now.

I don’t even care that I’m sore, that my pussy got one hell of a breaking in last night. Even if I hadn’t been a virgin I sure as hell wouldn’t forget my time with Logan.

I feel my face heat at where my thoughts are going, and turn my head to look down at the paper spread out before me. I am acting like I’m looking at it, but the truth is I’m not even concentrating. And then I feel him standing behind me, his heat spearing right into me. I feel my nipples bud up even more, pressing against my shirt, aching for Logan’s mouth. Before I can turn around and see what he’s doing, he has his mouth on my neck, his hand at my waist. He digs his fingers into my side, the pain and pleasure coalescing as one. My hair is up so it gives him an unobstructed path to start kissing and licking at my skin, making me hotter, needier for him. I close my eyes and lean back slightly, tilting my head to the side even more. He nibbles at the pulse beneath my ear, laving the spot with his tongue. I’m just about to turn around, pull off his towel, and suck his dick, when there’s a knock on the front door.

We both groan, but Logan presses his lower half to my back, and I feel his erection digging into my skin. I give a soft whimper, whispering for us to ignore the door. He chuckles against my ear, gives me a kiss on the cheek, and to my disappointment moves away. I look over at him, my body on fire with desire. I can see the stiff, hard outline of his cock pressing against his towel, demanding to be free. He gives me a wink and saunters off, and I can’t help but stare at his ass.

My throat is dry, tight. I’m about to say screw the front door and follow him into the bedroom, where he’s presumably getting dressed, but there’s another knock. I huff out in frustration and stand, making my way toward the door. I know I probably have a scowl on my face as I open it, but my expression softens to surprise when I see my mom standing on the other side.

“Um, hey,” I say. We were supposed to meet later today. Now is really not a good time for her to drop in. I close the door slightly, hoping that she doesn’t see Logan in the background half dressed. Not that I don’t want my mother to know about him, but her showing up and knowing I had sex with my childhood friend is not how I wanted to tell her.

She holds up a paper cup of coffee from my favorite café in town. And in her other hand she holds up a bag from the donut shop, a couple of grease stains letting me know that there’s goodness inside. But I can still feel the blush on my face, knowing it is probably red.

“I know we were supposed to meet later on, but I thought I’d surprise you with some coffee and your favorite donuts.”

I smile but it feels forced. The last thing I need is for my mom to be here. I hear a thump in the back room and I straighten, feeling my eyes widen. My mom’s brows furrow and she tries to look over my shoulder.

“What was that?”

I know I can’t lie. I don’t want to be dishonest because I do want her to know, but I just didn’t want her to find out this way. And then I know Logan is behind me, can see my mom’s eyes widen a fraction as she no doubt takes him in.

“Hey, Laura,” Logan says in his deep, raspy voice. My body tingles involuntarily.

I glance over my shoulder at him, see he’s wearing only a pair of jeans, the button undone, his chest on full display.

Oh. God.

I slowly turn back to my mom, see she still has this deer in the headlights expression on her face, and clench my jaw, not sure how this is going to play out.

“Um.” I’m not sure what to say. And then to make things even more awkward, Logan comes up behind me and wraps his arm around my shoulder. I close my eyes and laugh uncomfortably. There’s no way my mother doesn’t know what we did. When she doesn’t respond I pry my eyes open, only to see her grinning.

“It’s about damn time, you two,” she says, laughing and all but pushing her way inside to give us both a hug. “Please tell me you’re together, because after all these years of seeing the attraction bouncing between you two, my heart can’t take anything else.”

She pulls back and I know I’m as red as a tomato. I look at Logan, see he’s grinning from ear to ear, and all I can do is start laughing.

“I’m not going anywhere, Laura,” Logan says, leaning down and kissing me on the forehead. “I love your daughter. Lila has always been mine. It just took too damn long to make that a reality.”

I couldn’t have said it better myself.