The Winter Wedding

by A. C. Arthur

  Cassie nodded, still grinning. “But I bet you wanted to.”

  No, actually, last night Cheyna hadn’t known what she wanted to do. Not until Logan had put those movies in and walked her into his bedroom where he wrapped his arms around her and held her all night. In the morning she’d acknowledged that had been exactly what she’d needed.

  “I wanted to have dinner with him tonight.” Again, she found herself saying things to Cassie with the same openness that she’d shared with Logan last night. It was odd and totally unlike her. “But he’s not here so I should probably go home.”

  “He’ll be here eventually. I’ve been hanging out for the last hour but my mom’s gonna freak if I don’t show up at home soon. She still treats me like a baby, even though I’m having a baby.”

  “She cares about you.” That was something else that Cheyna had always longed for, someone to genuinely care about her.

  “I know. That’s why I hate that I’m disappointing her and the rest of the family yet again.”

  “Because you’re pregnant?”

  “Because I’m still in school with no real end date or career goal in sight. Because I’m working as a hostess at a steakhouse instead of a job facilitated by a college degree. Because I’ve always been the flighty an irresponsible sibling. Oh yeah and I’m pregnant but not married or engaged or even in a relationship with the baby’s father. Take your pick.”

  Cassie sat back against the couch with a heavy sigh.

  “All that and she still cares enough to worry about you coming home. Your brother gives you a key to his sanctuary and keeps a room for you whenever you need it. I’d say you mean a lot to them regardless of whether or not you’ve always been the flighty and irresponsible one.”

  “I like you.” The words burst free as Cassie gave Cheyna another huge grin.

  “I like you too,” Cheyna admitted.

  They both heard the keys in the door at the same time and looked up to see Logan walk in.

  “Ah, hello,” he said, confusion clear on his face. “What’s going on here?”

  Chapter 10

  Logan had spent the entire morning in Connecticut with Sam and his staff. Background checks were started on Liam Edison, Zeke Volker and Fiona Watson. Cheyna had mentioned her name before they’d showered this morning when Logan had asked how she was doing. She was wondering how a woman she’d went to school with ended up working for the man Cheyna had sued. It had seemed odd to Logan as well, so he’d been sure to mention it to Sam.

  Hiring D&D Investigations hadn’t turned out the way he’d presumed it would. Sam agreed to look into the case, but made sure Logan knew that he also had a vested interest in the outcome. Cheyna was working with Sam’s family. What was going on in her life right now would directly impact the wedding and possibly Monica and Alex personally. That meant Sam was not charging a fee and that whatever he found out, whoever turned out to be guilty, Sam and his associates would do what was necessary. If Cheyna did turn out to be guilty of anything Sam would not hesitate to turn her over to the authorities. He’d wanted to make sure Logan knew that was a possibility.

  Cheyna was not guilty of anything. Logan would bet his life on that.

  Now, after finally making it into his office around three o’clock this afternoon and staying late to catch up on all that was going on there and have a quick update meeting with Jagger, Logan was at his apartment. Where, for the moment, Cheyna, along with his younger sister, were looking pretty guilty of something.

  “You’re home. We’ve been waiting for you.” Cassie was smiling brightly. Something was definitely going on.

  She popped up off the couch and hurried over to him.

  “Take off your coat and join us. Cheyna and I were just getting to know each other.”

  “What are you doing?” He mumbled the question so that only Cassie could hear him.

  His sister was humming as she helped him out of his coat and hung it in the closet.

  She closed the closet door and shrugged as if what she were doing was self-explanatory. “I’m entertaining your guest since you weren’t here when she came to see you. That’s not very hospitable, Logan. Mama would not be pleased.”

  Cassie took his hand and led him across the room in his apartment as if he were the younger sibling and she actually had to teach him how to act.

  He looked at Cheyna who had also stood from where she was sitting on the couch. “Hi. I didn’t know you were stopping by this evening.”

  “I should have called when you didn’t reply to my text. I can go if you and your sister have other plans or if I’m intruding. I just stopped by on impulse and it was silly.”

  Cassie stopped when Logan was just a few feet away from Cheyna. “No. It wasn’t silly. If you want to see someone, you go see them. What’s the big deal?”

  She talked while taking Cheyna’s hand and linking it with the one of Logan’s she’d been holding. Logan and Cheyna looked at her as if she were crazy.

  “There. Hold hands. Sit on the couch and talk or whatever.” Cassie’s grin was huge, her eyebrows moving up and down as if she were sending them some subliminal message.

  Logan frowned. “You can go now.”

  Cassie clapped her hands together and nodded. “Right. Sure. I’ll go and you two can you know…”

  “Cassie.” His tone was enough to warn her that whatever she was about to say needed to remain unspoken.

  “Yup. I’m going. It was great meeting you Cheyna. Logan, I’ll call you tomorrow. Maybe we can do lunch.”

  His sister moved as she spoke. Her boots making a clicking sound over the floor until she stopped to put her coat on and head for the door. This was the Cassie Logan was used to. Happy, mischievous, adorable in her free-spirited way. The quiet and withdrawn girl who’d sat at the dinner table with him last week and avoided his questions in the days following was someone else. Logan was glad his sister was back. He wasn’t glad her return to normal appeared to have happened as a result of a surprise visit from the woman he’d slept with.

  “Bye, Cassie. It was nice meeting you too.” Cheyna’s words came just before the thunk of the door closing.

  Logan still held her hand. He looked down at their entwined fingers and then up to see that she was now staring at him.

  “Hi, again.”

  She smiled. “Hi.”

  He chuckled and shook his head. “Let’s start over.” He leaned in to place a quick kiss on her lips before pulling back. “I apologize for not responding to your text. Have you had dinner? I could order something. I haven’t had anything since a hot dog at three when I returned to my office.”

  Whatever else Logan was going to say was cut short.

  “I’m not hungry…for food.”

  Her tone had gone from uncertainty while Cassie was in the room to a sexy whisper now that they were alone.

  “Ooookay.” The word was drawn out as Logan wondered if he were caught in some eerie episode of the Twilight Zone. No, he was being punked. Wait, were either of those shows still on television?

  Cheyna guided his hand around her waist as she stepped closer to him.

  “I didn’t call before I came and I should have. But I wanted to see you so I didn’t think, I just acted. If I had thought it out, I might not have come.”

  She lifted a hand to cup the back of his neck, pulling his head down close to hers.

  “To be honest, if I stop to think about what I’m doing right now I might back out. So I’m not going to stop. I’m just going to go with what I’m feeling and deal with the repercussions later.”

  She’d pressed her body against his. The form-fitting turtleneck she wore was no barrier at all. Logan could feel the soft curve of her breasts against his chest. Following her lead his hand was flattened at the curve of her back. She smelled like heaven, a mixture of flowers and soft musk that suited her perfectly.

  Her lips brushed over his while her gaze stayed fixed on his. Her eyes appeared light and then darker as she touched h
is lips again this time extending her tongue to trace along the crease of his mouth.

  “I don’t want to talk, Logan. I don’t want to think or wonder what’s going on around me. Tonight, I just want to feel. I want to feel something real and good for a change. Please, Logan, help me feel good.”

  Never in all his years had Logan been faced with such an enticing proposition. His answer should have been obvious by the immediate jump of his dick. But just in case it wasn’t, “I can make you feel very good, baby. Very, very good.”

  He placed both hands on her hips and ravaged her mouth. She sighed and melted into him, tilting her head and opening her mouth to his hungry assault. Both of her hands were at the back of his head now, holding tight as if she thought he might stop. She had nothing to worry about, nothing was going to stop him from having her again. His hands slid down to her ass, cupping her cheeks and pressing her into his throbbing length.

  She said she wanted to feel good, well so did Logan. He’d wanted nothing more than to feel his dick slipping into her warm cove again. That day at the gallery he’d felt as if he were swimming in the deep waters of a private abyss. Tonight, coming home to find her waiting for him, needing him on some primal level, Logan was ready to take another dive. Hell, he was ready to drown himself in her tonight and the next night and the next…

  Tearing his mouth away from hers for a second he grumbled, “Take this off!” His hands were on the turtleneck, pulling it from her pants. She lifted her arms and Logan pulled it up and over her head. Beneath it she wore only a bra. It was black and her heavy breasts looked as if they were going to spill right out of it. He cupped the silky black material, holding their weight in each hand. Logan stared down at them as if he’d never seen breasts before. His mouth watered as he rubbed his thumbs over the spot of the material where he knew her nipples would be. Her chest heaved with her heavy breathing, the rise and fall of her creamy skin against the dark bra made him tremble. An animalistic groan rumbled in his chest. In the next seconds Logan was ripping the bra from her chest watching with unmitigated glee as her breasts were freed. Her nipples were hard, beacons for him to dip his head down and lick lavishly. She arched into him, feeding him as if she needed the feel of his mouth on her as intensely as he needed to suckle her.

  Logan could feel her nails raking against his back as she gathered his shirt, pulling it from his pants the way he’d previously done hers. He reluctantly released her breasts and stood up straight. She started at the bottom working the buttons of his shirt. Logan went to the top, pulling his tie free with record speed and taking the remaining buttons at his neck. They both forgot the buttons at his wrists in their race to get the shirt off. She cursed and Logan frowned just before he yanked the sleeves over his hands with such force that the buttons popped, landing someone around the room. His shirt fell to the floor. She lifted his undershirt up and over his head, her hands flattening on his bare chest. It was her turn to lean in and put her mouth on his skin.

  Logan sucked in a breath, the feel of her tongue on him felt so damn good. She licked his pectoral muscles, down his abs and to his navel. Logan buried his fingers in her hair, wrapping the long tresses around his hand and holding her tight to him because fuck…he’d never felt anything as sweet.

  He should have known better than to ever say never.

  Cheyna’s hands moved quickly undoing his belt, the buckle and zipper of his pants and pushing them down his legs. She plunged her hand into the slit of his boxers and exposed his thick erection. Going down on her knees she held him in her eager grasp. Her fingers were at the base of his cock while her warm breath fanned over his tip.

  “Hell yes.” It was permission and a prayer. His body quaked with urgency as she held her mouth just inches from his dick. “Take me, Cheyna. Take all of me.”

  She kissed his tip first. A tentative touch that sent shockwaves of pleasure dancing down Logan’s spine. She pulled back and looked at his erection once more. Logan throbbed in her hand. The next touch was her mouth opening over the head of his cock and Logan’s eyes closed, breath leaving his lungs. She sucked him in deep, held still and pulled back. Logan pushed her head and thrust his hips slowly, he wanted inside again. She obliged and he wanted more. He wanted so much more. But her mouth eventually became a curse when Logan feared he might lose himself in her right at this moment. He pulled back quickly, her suction leaving him with a loud plopping sound. Untangling his hands from her hair Logan took another step back from her. He bent quickly, pulled off his shoes, pants and boxers, tossing them all to the floor somewhere behind him.

  Cheyna was still on her knees looking at his body as if she were going to devour him whole at any second. The look spurred him on and Logan went back to his pants to hurriedly find his wallet and as many condoms as he had stuck in there. He came back to her holding one packet after tossing the other two on the end table next to the couch.

  “Put it on.” He handed her the condom packet as he once again stood in front of her.

  She licked her now swollen lips and Logan almost said “fuck it” and let her take his dick into her mouth again. But she ripped the condom packet open, dropped the paper on the floor and quickly sheathed him with the latex. Logan grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her up off the floor. He moved with lightning speed to get her pants, panties, and shoes off. When she was naked he eased her back onto the couch pushing one leg up so that her foot touched the wall as it rested on the back of the couch. He pushed her other leg out in the opposite direction so that he could look down on her opening for him like a precious flower in bloom.

  Damn she was gorgeous. Her dark hair fanned out around her face. Her lips were partially opened, her tongue snaking out to lick them one more time. From the dark circle of her hardened nipples down to her smooth stomach and the clean-shaved mound between her legs. “You’re beautiful.” The admission came with a whoosh of breath as Logan stared down at her in amazement.

  “Tonight, I’m yours.”

  It was an admission that had come out in a voice so quiet Logan almost didn’t hear it. But he had heard it and he knew those three words would forever be etched in his memory.

  “Then let me take what’s mine.” His words sounded gruff in comparison to hers, but Logan didn’t give a damn.

  He moved down between her legs, slipping his hands between her ass and the pillows of the couch. When he was even closer Logan lifted her as if she were a delectable dessert ready to be devoured. And that he definitely did, burying his face in the soft folds of her body, stroking his tongue over her moist vulva lips, inhaling the sweet intoxicating scent of her arousal. She bucked beneath him, eventually rotating her hips to the rhythm his tongue created as it moved in and out of her opening. When Logan could feel her thighs trembling around his face he pulled back and adjusted himself until he could thrust his full length into her waiting center. Her walls sucked him in and held him so tight Logan couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure.

  He pumped into her fiercely blinded by a passion as thick and scary as multiple layers of fog. He grabbed both her ankles, pressing her legs up into the air and back until her butt was off the pillows. With his knee on the couch and one foot planted on the floor Logan continued to move inside of her. Through the haze of delight he looked down to see her heavy breasts moving with their rhythm. If it were at all possible his dick hardened even more, his strokes coming faster and more frenzied.

  She called out his name. Was she loud or did it just seem to blast through his mind like a siren? Logan thought he felt his body shaking. She was so wet and so tight holding him securely inside of her, sucking him deep when he attempted to pull away so that he had no choice but to dive in once more. He still tasted her on his lips and his fingers gripped her ankles tightly. Her voice was in his head. She was in his soul.

  With that last thought Logan came hard and fast, his dick throbbing deep inside of her. When he felt as if he’d fallen off a cliff and landed on his face, Logan moved. He released her
ankles and slowly lowered her legs. He took care to pull out of her just as slowly and eased off the couch to go into the bathroom. Once behind that closed door Logan’s hands gripped the sides of the sink. He dropped his head and closed his eyes trying to steady his breathing and to figure out what the hell had just happened.

  No answer was coming to mind because all Logan could think about, all he could see or smell was Cheyna. She’d asked him to make her feel good but Logan wasn’t so sure he’d done that. He had no clue what he’d actually done out there and that thought, that uncertainty, had scared the hell out of him. He lifted his head finally and looked at his reflection in the mirror. Everything looked the same, his eyes and the slash in his right eyebrow where he’d had stitches after falling from his bike during a wheelie gone wrong when he was ten years old. His beard was getting longer and his nose was still a little crooked, but he was still Logan.

  “Logan?”

  He heard his name being echoed and he blinked before realizing it was in a different voice.

  “Yeah?”

  He answered her from behind the closed door and hurried to rid himself of the condom.

  She cleared her throat. “Can I come in?”

  Why did she sound so sweet and so lonely? Damn, Logan could kick himself. After all these years of considering himself such a good and caring lover, he was hiding behind a closed door. What the hell was happening?

  After washing his hands really fast, Logan opened the door to see Cheyna standing there, still gloriously naked.

  “Of course you can.” He reached for her then, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her into the bathroom.

  When she was once again pressed to his chest Logan kissed her. He kissed the woman that had been confusing him since the first day he’d met her. He kissed the vixen that had lured him into taking her against a wall in an art gallery. And the same woman who’d waited on his couch for him to take her again. Or was she taking him? Logan couldn’t tell anymore and he didn’t really care. Not at the moment. All he knew right now was that he wanted all of her. She said she was his for tonight, then he was going to make sure he took everything she had to give and he’d give her even more. She deserved it all.