by Katy Kaylee
She held tightly until the entirety of the climax shook her and then slowly released her muscles. He grabbed her hips and flipped her over on her back, giving her one last lick, then looked up at her with a smile. She watched as he climbed up her body and put her legs up to his sides. Carefully, he slid into her, pushing deep and holding there while he smoothed his lips over hers. As he opened them and rubbed his tongue through her mouth, he began to thrust. She shivered as his body rolled over her tender clit, sending electric shocks through her entire body.
She reached up his sides and scraped her nails against his skin, tasting her brand on his tongue. It turned her on even more and she lifted her hips, meeting his gentle glide. Over and over again he thrust, not moving his lips from hers. She moaned deep into his mouth, feeling his body sliding up and down hers. The sweat from their stomachs made it easier to move, and she could feel his balls gently slapping against her. It was erotic in a way she never knew before. The way his hand caressed under her back and their bodies arched into each other with every push. He gave her one last deep thrust and then slid out, falling to the side and turning her away from him.
She bit her lip, feeling him grab her thigh and lift it up in the air. With his other hand he slid his cock up into her, filling her completely. She moaned out and buried her face in the pillow. She reached her top hand back and grabbed onto his wrist as he pushed up and back faster and faster. He twisted his hand and took hers, pulling it over her body and placing it on her clit. He used his fingers to guide hers, rolling circles over her nub. She gritted her teeth as he slammed up into her, rubbing deeper and deeper with her hand into her pussy. She pushed down and felt his cock sliding in and out with the tips of her fingers as her palm rubbed against her.
The feeling was incredible, and she could already feel herself teetering on the edge of ecstasy once again. Her breathing elevated and her eyes shut tightly as he lifted his hand and let her continue rubbing on her own. She moaned softly as the fire erupted in her belly and her body shook wildly. He didn’t stop fucking her, though, he thrusted harder and faster until her body finally settled.
He slipped out and leaned over her with a grin. “Oh, you’re not done.”
She chuckled exhaustively as he turned her over on her stomach and spread her legs wide. She wrapped her arms around her pillow as he mounted her, squatting over top of her and pushing his cock up into her at an angle. She leaned her head forward, her eyes opening, and screamed into the pillow, feeling his cock raking against her insides. Amber had never been in so much ecstasy in her entire life. He ran his hands up her arms and gripped her elbows, using them as leverage to thrust his hips back and forth inside of her.
Low growls bellowed from the pit of his stomach as he pushed forward and slowly slid back again. She stretched her arms out and grabbed the headboard, pushing back against it to keep herself from moving. He pushed again, this time going deeper than ever before. She could feel his dick rub the inside of her abdomen. His hips moved three or four more times before he pulled out and grabbed his cock with his hand. She turned over and looked at him with a grin.
“I want to see your face when I come,” he whispered.
He dropped down on top of her and lifted her legs up over his shoulders. He slammed his cock into her and smiled as she writhed beneath him. His body slid up and down her clit, bringing that heat straight back to her belly. She gripped onto the covers on both sides of her and tilted her head back, her hair stuck to the sweat on her forehead. He pushed deep into her, not taking his time this time around. Over and over again he humped her, hard and fast, gripping the bed next to her. As his body slapped against hers, she screamed out, arching her chest high into the air. Her pussy squeezed around his cock and that was all he needed. He pushed deep and pulsated fast and short as he exploded deep inside of her.
She could feel the pulsating rhythm of his cock as it fought back against the tightness of her mound. He fell forward, his mouth meeting hers, and laid there like that until both of them were completely spent. Their bodies twitched wildly from the pleasure and their hearts raced. He pulled out and fell to the side, pulling the covers over both of them. She could feel his arms reach around her and pull her close to him, his breath warm on her neck.
“Wow,” he whispered.
She giggled. “You’re telling me.”
She laid there, rubbing her hand up and down his arm, knowing she should probably tell him he had to go, but not being able to pull herself away from his arms. She kept telling herself just a few more minutes, just a few more. She hadn’t ever felt the comfort of having him lay there. She had never felt the wonder of his arms wrapped tightly around as if he never wanted to let her go. Even five years before they always had to separate, and now that they were there, she couldn’t fathom ripping that connection apart. It felt almost as if she did, they would both be lost forever.
So, in the darkness and comfort of her bedroom, they laid there, breathing in the emotions between the two of them until they both fell fast asleep.
44
Logan
Logan had never in his life slept that hard or that comfortable before. Falling asleep with Amber in his arms felt like the eclipse of his entire life. Owning a business, becoming a millionaire, fulfilling his promise to his parents, none of that even touched the connection he felt when he fell asleep. He had wanted that moment for so very long and it had taken them five years to get there. He was so comfortable, in fact, he didn’t hear the door creak open or tiny feet pitter patter across the floor. He didn’t feel the gentle bounce of the bed as a little human climbed up on the edge of it.
Logan yawned and stretched out his arms with his eyes still shut. His hand hit something hairy and he felt around, gripping on to a small head. The giggle that he heard next shot his eyes open and he stared at Bradley, who was sitting on the edge of the bed staring at him with curiosity. Slowly he glanced down to make sure that the blankets were covering him and then straightened out his face. “Good morning, little man.”
Bradley tilted his head to the side. “Why are you sleeping with my mommy?”
Logan laughed and choked at the same time, not knowing what to say. Luckily the voice had woken Amber up and she gripped the blanket to her as she sat up high in the bed. “Bradley. I’m sorry honey, did my alarm not go off?”
Bradley shook his head. “Not yet. I woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep.”
Just then the alarm blared out and Amber scrambled to shut it off. “Mr. Logan and I were in here last night talking and we both fell fast asleep. I’m sorry if it scared you.”
Bradley shrugged. “Nope. I was just watching him sleep. He smiles when he sleeps.”
Amber and Logan glanced at each other and Logan chuckled. Amber tapped Bradley on the nose. “Why don’t you go to your room and get dressed for school? Your clothes are all laid out on the dresser. Remember, you are going to start dressing yourself.”
Bradley nodded. “’Cause I’m a big boy.”
Amber smiled. “That’s right. Because you are a big boy. Go on and we will be out there in a few minutes and we can get some yummy breakfast in our tummies.”
Bradley glanced at Logan and jumped down from the bed. “Okay, Mommy.”
He ran out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Amber fell back in the bed and blew air out of her puffed cheeks. “Well, that was interesting.”
Logan leaned over and kissed her on the nose. “He is incredibly adorable. I just want to eat him up every time he is around. How do you ever discipline the kid?”
Amber laughed, and to Logan it seemed a little nervous. “They will try your patience, trust me. They could be the epitome of adorable and you still want to shake them until their eyeballs rattle sometimes.”
Amber got out of the bed and Logan watched as she went into the closet and pulled out a pair of dress pants and a blouse. He followed suit and picked up his clothes, putting on his pants and shirt, but leaving it untucked. He searched around th
e floor until he found his socks and shoes, and sat down in the chair in her room and put them on. They both had fallen silent, and Logan couldn’t help but notice that it felt almost awkward between the two of them for a moment.
He couldn’t have that, so he got up and walked over to her where she was standing in front of the mirror, pulling her hair back in a ponytail. He kissed the side of her neck and she smiled, leaning her head back. “Last night was amazing.”
“It was,” he replied with a smile.
She turned and pecked him on the lips. “And now I make the monster some waffles and you and I some elixir of life.”
Logan was taken back for a moment. “My mom used to call me monster. She still did it when I was getting ready to go into high school.”
Amber avoided eye contact, but walked over and kissed him gently on the cheek. “How do you like your coffee?”
Logan let out a deep breath. “Black, please.”
They went out into the kitchen as Bradley rounded the corner, his shirt on backward but everything else on point. Logan laughed and put his hands to his cheeks. “Oh no, Bradley, your head’s on backward.”
Bradley looked down and started giggling wildly. “No, silly, my shirt is.”
Logan put his hands on his hips. “Let me help you with that, sir. You never know when you could get confused and just start walking backward.”
Logan helped him fix his shirt, then lifted him up into his chair. Amber smiled at Logan and put Bradley’s pancakes in front of him. “Here you are, sir. Gourmet Eggo waffles.”
Amber walked over to the coffee maker and poured Logan a cup, handing it to him. He leaned against the counter and sipped it, watching Bradley eat his waffles, his napkin stuck in the neck of his shirt. Logan crossed his leg over the other and shook his foot at the ankle. He glanced down at Bradley, who had his back to Logan, and realized that the kid was doing the same thing. He thought it was a strange coincidence but shook it off, looking down at his watch.
He really didn’t want to leave. Everything felt so natural with the three of them all together. It almost made him smile, thinking about what it would be like to do that every day with the two of them. He knew that was something that was very far down the road, if an option at all, but he couldn’t help but let the idea run through his head.
After a few minutes, he gulped down the last of his coffee and set the cup in the sink. “I have to get headed over to my place so I can change and get to the office. Most likely all the conversations with the investors will be spilling out throughout today.”
Amber wiped her lips and nodded. “Mmm, I have to get him to preschool before I head over. I’ll walk you to the door.”
Logan followed her through the apartment after ruffling Bradley’s hair and saying goodbye just like his dad used to do to him when he was little. He was kind of surprised how naturally it came to him. Amber opened the door and Logan walked out, turning back and smiling at her. “Thank you for the lovely talk last night.”
Amber chuckled. “It was my pleasure… literally.”
Logan looked over her shoulder to make sure that Bradley wasn’t looking and then leaned in, kissing her gently on the lips. “I’ll see you at the office.”
She nodded her head and smiled as she shut the door. He turned, his chest full and his face smiling, and walked down to the elevator. The entire ride to the condo he had finally rented to get out of the hotel, and the entire time he showered and changed, Amber was on his mind. There weren’t just flashes of the passion that occurred the night before, but also thoughts of that morning. Standing there drinking coffee together in the kitchen, with Bradley eating at the table.
Logan wondered to himself if he would make a good father. He wondered if he could be a father to Bradley, since his father had left him. He wondered what life would be like if they could actually make it work together. Eventually, the media excitement over a kiss would fade, but he didn’t want the prospect of a future with Amber to do the same. She had become a staple in his life again, and he was feeling just as attracted to a life with her as he was to her herself. It was a crazy notion to him, but one that filled him with excitement, not fear.
When he was done getting ready, he reached for a tie, realizing that he had forgotten his at Amber’s place. He shrugged his shoulders figuring it would be a good excuse to stop by there again. Hopefully, he wouldn’t have to do that forever. Hopefully, one day she would actually invite him to her house. He wasn’t sure if she would ever be open to the idea of something more with him, but he sure hoped that there would be more mornings like the one he had earlier.
He called the car service and they met him downstairs, taking him over to the coffee shop to grab a brew before heading in. There were a couple of photographers there that snapped a picture, but Logan just let it go. Unless coffee had become scandalous over night, he wasn’t doing anything wrong.
When he got to work, he got busy catching up on all the stuff he had gotten behind on the day before with the calls from the investors. He shuffled through paperwork, made notes, returned emails, and tried to have a normal day in the office. He knew if they called to talk again he would get pulled away, so he was trying to use every second possible.
When lunch time rolled around, he had it delivered to his office and sat perusing the internet while he munched on his sandwich. On the main entertainment section, he found an article with Amber’s face on the front of it. He narrowed his eyes and began to read.
“The mystery girl that everyone has been wild to know the identity of has been recognized as a one Amber Stark. According to reports, Amber and Logan have known each other their entire lives. Her brother, notorious playboy gone reformed, and future heir of Stark productions was Logan’s best friend since diapers. Everyone knows the tragic story of Logan’s parents’ death, but few know that it was in fact the Stark family that adopted him. His arrival back in the LA scene was structured well, since he hadn’t spent much time there over the last five years. This is where the story gets interesting. Rumor has it, there was something going on between Logan and Amber long before and coincidentally, just weeks after he left, Amber was seen with a growing baby belly. Speculations can only conclude that the young Stark boy of Amber’s just might be the spawn of none other than Logan Townley himself….”
Logan’s mouth fell open and he leaned back in his chair. He went through his memories, thinking about the dates and how close they really were to when he left. There was actually a real possibility that Bradley was his. Just then, there was a knock on the door and Amber stuck her head in. “Got a minute?”
He stared at her for a second and then nodded. “Yeah, but close the door.”
She closed the door and looked at him suspiciously. “You okay? You look whiter than usual. Did you hear from the investors?”
He shook his head. “No, they won’t probably get back to me until the end of the week. I just read something though that brought a sensitive question to my mind. I want to be transparent with you and I hope you will do the same.”
She sat down on the edge of the chair and looked at him. “Okay. What’s going on?”
He sat up and stared her right in the eyes. “It is rumored that Bradley is my son. Is this true?”
He watched her freeze up for a moment and then let out a breath, giving a bit of a fake laugh. “No, of course not. I think you would know if you had a son. No, the answer is no.”
Logan nodded his head and she continued on with a question about work. In the back of Logan’s mind, though, he couldn’t help but feel that she was lying.
45
Amber
Amber pressed the button at the gate of her brother and Melissa’s house. The speaker crackled and Melissa’s voice came out. “Yes?”
Amber leaned out. “Hey, it’s Amber. Can you open the gate?”
There was a click and the large iron gates opened up to a grand drive that circled around a large fountain in front of the pillared entry to their home. Ambe
r had seen the house before, but every time she came there she couldn’t help but chuckle. It was almost as big as her parents’ house, something Jordan had said all his life he hated. Now, he lived in almost the same house with his soon to be wife.
Melissa was standing in the doorway with a concerned smile on her face. “He’s in the study with the door locked. He said he won’t come and talk to you.”
Amber rolled her eyes and walked inside. “Then I guess I will just have to yell through the door. I swear, he is worse than my little boy. Bradley, would you stay here with Aunt Melissa?”
Melissa smiled and reached her hand down for him. “We can look at the paintings.”
Melissa giggled and watched as Amber walked down the hall and lightly tapped on the study door. “Jordan, it’s Amber. I want to talk to you.”
His voice was muffled but understandable from the other side. “I don’t want to talk to you.”
Amber sighed. “Then I guess you will just have to do the one thing you’ve never been very good at, and that is listening. I just need to say what is in my heart. I am sorry that we didn’t tell you what was going on. I’m sorry that things were a shock to your system. It’s not something that was planned or looked for, it just fell into place.”