Chapter 30

Hannah

It’s late when I wake up in Logan’s arms. The clock reads one fifty-eight, and I look down to see him peacefully sleeping. I nestle into the warmth between us and I feel safe.

I snuggle closer to him, pressing my ear to his heart, and listening to it softly beat against his chest. I love the sound it’s making. The thrumming rhythm keeps me awake, although I should be sleeping.

Moving out of his arms, I find a shirt of his and slip it over my body. I tiptoe out of his bedroom in search of my phone and a bottle of water.

My phone's next to my laptop, and when I check my messages, there's a few from Eden. She's letting me know to have fun with Logan, and she’ll hopefully see me tomorrow. I don’t want to text her back this late and disrupt her sleep, or whatever she’s doing with Lincoln.

When I walk into the bedroom, Logan’s thrashing over the bed. He's moving from side to side and fighting to breathe. He's groaning and his eyes are tightly closed, as if he's afraid to wake up. His blanket is off and he’s gripping the beige bedsheets.

“Logan!”

I hurry over and kneel beside him, place my hand on his chest, and gently soothe him, letting him know it’s okay to wake up and open his eyes.

“Come on, baby. Open your eyes for me. I’m here.”

He wraps his arms around me, securing me to his body.

“Hannah,” he mutters, and his light snore returns, filling my ears.

The weeks turn into months, and fall swiftly arrives. It’s weird how everything in my life is blending together when I’m so in love and so happy.

Everything at the firm is going well, and Austen’s impressed with the contracts we’ve obtained and the financial gain at the end of the third quarter.

The company as a whole has immensely improved, and every employee earned an extra week’s vacation and a bonus depending on their time at the company. Austen gathered everyone at a nearby hotel to hold a meeting, and he spoke about how proud he was of everyone. Logan was next and his speech sincerely touched many people in the company. He thanked everyone for their hard work, dedication, and commitment to the family. It was incredible watching him speak so eloquently to the company, and express himself. He showed compassion with his words and conviction in his voice.

We're doing better than ever. He’s perfect. One hundred percent perfect. We’re letting each other in, and I can honestly say he’s my best friend. Paige is back in Rochester and comes around every now and then, and even though we aren't friends, we've civil with one another.

They’re in points of their lives where Paige doesn’t need Logan as much as she thought—well, I think it’s also because she has Cal in her life now.

Tonight’s date night and it’s Logan’s turn to plan something. I pull into his driveway ten minutes to six and get out and walk inside his house. I cross into the kitchen, lean against the wall, and admire him from behind. Whatever he’s cooking on the stove smells delicious, and my stomach rumbles a little.

He’s wearing faded jeans and a gray Henley shirt. The jeans fit his ass perfectly, and the Henley shirt hugs his back, showing off his sexy muscles. Yes, my man is mouthwateringly sexy.

I slip up behind him and wrap my arms around his middle, kissing his back and smelling his musky and clean scent. All Logan.

This is where I want to be. This is where I belong. After a long day of work and meetings, coming here to Logan’s and spending hours talking, making love, and being in his arms makes each day worth it.

“Hi.”

He slightly turns and kisses the top of my head. Sigh, my favorite spot.

“I’m going to go change and be back down.”

He bangs a lid, moves a pot on the stove. I look over and see he's making sauce and there's food in the oven. “Okay. Oh, can you bring me down the box on the bed?”

“Yeah, of course,” I tell him and lean on my tippy toes to give him another kiss.

Since I’m spending a lot of time here, some of my clothes and things I need are here. I still live in the apartment with Eden, but we’re both in the same position. She spends most of her time at Lincoln’s. We get together on Tuesdays and Thursdays for girl time, and then Sunday we have dinner at our apartment with the guys. Part of me wants Logan to ask me to move in, and Eden wants to be in the right position to move in with Lincoln. He asks her at least three times a week. Eden’s scared to move so quickly, and I get it because part of me feels the same way with Logan, and the other part knows he’s the one I want to spend my life with.

When you find someone who fills you with love and passion, you hold on tight and love all of them. All of their scars, beauty, and heart. True love, the kind that you cradle and cherish deep inside your soul, isn’t a feeling that’ll always come. It’s not something you go out and find. When you’re ready, love finds you, and captures your soul.

With Logan, even though I can quit my job and know he’ll take care of me in that manner, he also takes care of my body, mind, and soul. Logan's my soul mate. We connect on a level that I know I'll never find again.

Walking into the bedroom, I strip out of my work clothes and throw on a pair of booty spandex shorts and one of his t-shirts. We’re staying in tonight, so the name of the game is all about being comfortable.

I see the box on his bed, and of course curiosity takes over and I open the box to find a Post-it note.

I know you too well.

Go ahead and open the box. It’s for you.

-Logan

Like a kid on Christmas morning, I rip off the wrapping paper and open the long, velvet box to find a star-shaped pendant. On one side there are encrusted diamonds, and on the other there’s an engraved message.

You’re my star. I love you, Hannah.

“He loves me,” I murmur, and I gently touch the star. “He loves me.”

“I do.”

I spin around to see Logan standing in the doorframe with a huge smile on his face. He looks so relaxed, and I love where we are in our life together.

“I love you, too, Logan. So much.”

Leaping off the bed, I run into his embrace and wrap my arms around his neck. We hold each other tight as he walks me back to the bed and slowly cherishes my body, letting me know how much he loves me without using words.

I place my palms on his chest and push him off me. His eyes widen when I spring up before he can object, unbutton his jeans, and pull them down with his boxers.

Then I drop to my knees in front of him.

“Hannah…”

His voice trails off as I take him in my hands, and slide them up and down his dick. He groans a little and grows hard in my grip when I stroke him and massage his balls.

“Tell me what you want me to do, Logan. I’m not the greatest with oral sex, so I want to know what you love and what drives you insane.”

His eyes are frozen on mine as he grabs my hair and piles it on top of my head, tangling his fingers in the strands, and never taking his eyes off me. I stick out my tongue and press it to the side of his penis. He growls and his head falls back. I slide my tongue upward and gently kiss the tip of his cock. A hiss erupts from his lips and I smile, knowing this is working and turning him on.

“If you don’t talk dirty to me and tell me what you want, then we’re gonna be here for a while, and I heard blue balls really hurts.”

Logan’s not saying anything. When I glance up, his eyes are slightly closed and his lips are parted. I love knowing that I’m doing this to him. He’s so experienced, and I try not to think about the other women he's been with. Even though I'm a little inexperienced, the way he's moaning and reacting to me makes me conclude that I know what I'm doing. It's an euphoric feeling, and I’m about to bring him to his knees.

I swirl my tongue over his tip and the grip he has on my hair gets tighter. His body shudders and he mutters “fuck” a few times.

“I want to know what you need me to do to you.”

“Put your mouth over my dick. Slide it down, slowly, all the way down, so I can feel the back of your throat. While you’re doing this, take your hands and put them behind your back. Don’t touch me while you suck me. You can’t touch me until I tell you to. You got it?”

I nod.

“Good. When you slide your mouth back up, swirl your tongue over the head and suck a little.”

I listen to what he likes and follow his instructions. Placing my hands behind me, I take his dick into my mouth and slowly glide down over him, letting my tongue press against his cock until I can’t go down any more. He’s so big. I can’t fit him all in my mouth. Part of me is pissed, so I keep going down until I gag.

“Fuck, baby.”

He likes it when I gag. I bounce my mouth over him and relax my throat until he’s further up inside me.

“Holy shit. Baby, fuck. Shit.”

Hearing him like this turns me on. I continue giving him head and licking, making him feel good. When I bring my mouth to his balls, sucking him lightly like he told me to, I hear his breathing grow more erratic and I know he’s about to orgasm.

I put his dick back in my mouth and continue deep-throating him, going down a little farther, making sure he hears me gagging. When he releases my hair, he quickly picks me up and brings me to the bed, stripping me out of my shorts and turning me over so I’m on my hands and knees.

“Shit,” he mutters, looking around for something.

“What?”

“We ran out of condoms.”

I hold in my laugh. I guess we have more sex than I thought.

“It's okay. I'm on the pill and I just had a physical, so I'm clean, plus, I've only been with you since Aaron.”

“Are you sure? Fuck, baby. I'm clean, too. I fucking swear.”

“Logan,” I beg, “I'm fine with us not using a condom, so please hurry.”

He slides inside of me and pushes himself deeper. I moan, gripping the bedsheets and moving along with him. He fills me completely, and rocks me until we’re both crying out each other’s names.

“It’s your turn to tell me how you want me to fuck you, my sweet naughty girl.”

“Harder,” I tell him. “You need to fuck me harder. I’m not gonna break.”

When he slams into me, over and over, my body convulses with pleasure and I scream my orgasm, telling him to keep going. It feels so good, and the pain is barely there. As he slides in and out of me, he reaches around my hip and uses his fingers to rub my clit. It’s so sensitive, I almost come again.

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” I moan, and rock with him.

His speed increases. When his fingers leave my clit, I feel both of his hands grabbing my ass and he fucks me faster.

“Come with me, Hannah.”

“So close. So close.”

We moan with our release, letting it take over our bodies, until the end. Logan kisses my ass cheeks and gently slides out. I hear him head to the bathroom, and I smile, knowing he’s getting a warm wash cloth to clean me.

Once we’re freshened up, Logan bends down and kisses my lips.

“You’re amazing. The most amazing and beautiful woman I’ve ever known. I love how you make me feel. I love the smile you give me. I love everything about you and everything we are. I am truly in love with you.”

“I love you, too. Every piece of you is mine and will always be mine. I love your good side, your dark side, your sweet side, and your naughty side. There’s nothing we can’t do together. Whatever’s ahead for us, we’ll tackle it head on, because that’s how strong our love is, Logan.”

“Kiss me,” he whispers with a boyish grin.

And I do.