Untwist

by Coopmans, Kathy

  “I love the feel of your skin, the taste of it, the smell of your desire for me. You make me want you like I can’t breathe without you, Ellie. You’ve changed me in all the best ways. I love you so much that it doesn’t seem real. Yet you are. So real, so beautiful. So mine. Fuck, woman, you drive me mad.”

  This intimidating rough-around-the-edges man so full of soft on the inside has my heart galloping at his words.

  Mixing sweetness with dirty.

  My hands go right to his striking face, and I hold them there. This man and me in our bubble, our world. Our corner.

  Before I can respond, Logan takes hold of my wrists, places my hands on his chest, and his lips claim mine. Our kiss is sensual. A slow erotic dance. Unmatched to the way his fingers are thrusting inside of me, wiggling and pumping quickly.

  I moan into his mouth, my entire body on fire as my orgasm builds. His heart that has taken on so much thumping wildly under my hands.

  I look into his eyes, expecting them to be staring back at me with heat; instead, there’s adoration, a tender sweetness like I’ve never seen before.

  If I weren’t sitting, I’d buckle at my knees.

  “Logan, I’m coming.” I don’t let go of his eyes when all at once; I’m all of a sudden overcome with a sensation that shifts my world when he tugs hard on my clit.

  “Beautiful.” The desire in his voice sends another wave of it to roll right through my body.

  Without saying anything, he pulls his fingers out of me and licks them clean.

  My thighs clench from the sight.

  “Logan, please,” I beg, squirming, my body needing more relief.

  Both palms grip my waist and lift me enough for him to capture one nipple in his mouth. He sucks and bites, and while one hand remains at my hip, the other slides up and down my spine causing goosebumps to break out all over my skin.

  “I love the way you put others before yourself, the way your kindness is like a blinking neon light. A person can’t help but be drawn toward you. I have something to tell you, don’t say anything, please. I want you to listen to every word. Let it sink into your bones the way you’ve sunk into mine.”

  All I can do is moan as he goes back to lavishing my breasts.

  Logan’s words might be filling up my heart, pulling at my heartstrings, and even though I love it, he needs to say whatever is on his mind while inside of me because this foreplay is driving me out of my mind.

  “You’ll get what you want, just give me this. I want to worship you first.”

  I inhale a shaky breath when he peppers the softest of kisses up my neck, across my chin, my cheek, my nose, and presses his forehead against mine. The look in his eyes reaches to the center of my soul. A promise to love me, a silent whisper to savor and love and adore.

  “I never thought you’d be mine. What drew us together wasn’t my fault. I know that now. Known it for some time, but you, Ellie Wynn, forgave me because through all the years you were meant to be mine. I’m a lucky man, and there won’t be a day that goes by I won’t forget to remind you how irrevocably, irreversibly in love with you I am.”

  A tremor rolls through him, his nose running the length of mine, his hot breath, his loving words filling me to the brim.

  Overflowing.

  His lips seal to mine again. Logan isn’t gentle this time. Although I love it when he is, I love it this way so much more. I love that not once while we were healing, did he treat me as fragile. He let me go about healing and forgetting in my own way, and that was by taking care of him.

  He begins to fuck my mouth with rapid thrusts of his tongue, the same way I need him to with his cock. Wild and frenzied. Out of control to give as good as he takes.

  I place my hands in his hair, tug the short strands to pull him as close to me as he can get. I run my tongue across his bottom lip and nip. I moan when he thrusts his hips, circling in a crazy slow-motion way I threw my head back and enjoy the feel of his rubbing against my sensitive bud.

  He releases his hold on my hair, runs his hands down my sides, grabs hold of my ass, and rocks me into him. I gasp. Tingles spread far and wide. Undeniable pleasure leaves my body and escapes in a begging whimper from my mouth.

  There’s no denying the strange way fate brought us together. Everything happens for a reason. The good, the bad, and the ugly have turned into the most beautiful thing I could have ever asked for.

  To be loved.

  “As much as I want you in the water, the waves aren’t as calm as I want them. You, on the other hand, are exactly how I want you. There’s one thing missing.”

  “What’s that?” I’m burning up for this man like never before. I’m about to tell him the one thing missing is him inside me when he takes hold of my left hand, brings it to his lips, and holds it there.

  “The woman attached to these hands came along and reached right in and took hold of a heart that was barely beating. She taught me lessons about patience, love, and understanding. She taught me how to live, how to love, and how to laugh. You are a rare gem, Ellie. I knew that from the beginning. I want to honor, protect, cherish you. When the timing is right, I want you to be the mother of my children, as many as you want. I want to give myself to you and only you. I want to grow old with you and love you.”

  Oh, God, what is he saying?

  I know exactly what he’s doing, but I won’t ruin it by speaking. Not when I’ve waited a lifetime for this. For him.

  It’s then that I see what’s on his pinky. The light from the moon is hitting it just right that it sparkles.

  I gasp, it’s strangled and choked and sputtering and full of an outpour of emotions I don’t know what to say. He has another piece of my parents.

  Logan kisses across my knuckles, something he hasn’t done in a while.

  He swallows hard, his gaze lighting with sincerity when he fixates his eyes on me.

  My insides are shaking in the best possible way.

  Swaying.

  “This was in the box with your mother’s wedding dress. Marry me, Ellie. I both want and need you to be my wife. You won’t regret it.”

  Lifting my shaky hand, I hold it out for him to slip my mother’s engagement ring on my finger. An overwhelming awareness I’ll never be able to explain gushes through me.

  It’s a pink heart-shaped diamond, and it fits perfectly. It’s simple; it’s elegant, it’s mine and so is Logan.

  My mom told me pink diamonds were rare one day when I asked why hers was pink. My dad followed up with his reason as to why he picked that color.

  “Your mother is a rarity, Ellie. The same as you. Rare means few and far between. It means uncommon. Not like others or other things. It means whoever gets to hold the rare thing in their arms is the luckiest person alive.”

  It means loving someone for who they are and not what they can give you.

  This ring, this love, this house, this man is all that I want.

  For a moment, we become lost in one another. I can’t help but smile at the thought of being lost with him forever.

  “Yes, I’ll marry you. You are everything to me, Logan Mitchell. Everything.” Butterflies take flight in my stomach. They go eutrophic with getting another piece of my parents along with the man who has filled my life up with surprise after surprise.

  At the same time they take off, the fireworks start behind us. I can see the colors in Logan’s eyes.

  I choke back the thick clogging of emotion that my father wasn’t going to walk me down the aisle. I wish with everything in me he could, but I can’t turn back time. I can only move forward with thankfulness that swells my heart to the fullest.

  Logan briefly closes his eyes, and when he opens them, a spark flickers. Heat sets and I know he’s about to end this night giving me what my body needs.

  Him.

  “You still want this future, Mrs. Logan Mitchell?” He thrusts his cock upward.

  A shiver licks my spine, my core clenching, throbbing. Trying to soothe the ache that had be
en there all day.

  I don’t answer. I can’t. Not with the energy charging in the air.

  Crackling with intensity.

  The calm after the storm.

  I’m a shaky quiver of want and need and love when I slide my hand down Logan’s stomach, my [ ? ] disappearing along with my hand as I wrap it around his length and guide him to the entrance of my waiting body.

  “I could fuck you for hours. Stare at your gorgeous face for the rest of my life, and none of it would be enough. I love you so goddamn much it makes my chest burn. Ride me, let me stare at the beauty of your face while you do.”

  Our eyes meet — lips part. Souls are linking and locking.

  Intense.

  “You are everything to me, Logan. I can’t wait to share life with you.” Never looking away from his gaze, I line him up, slowly sink down, and feel the familiar tingle of being stretched wide, yearning coursing through my veins. My core spasms, my soul bursts into flames, and I do as he wishes. I ride him; I watch him as he leans back far enough to watch us connect. His heated eyes blaze brightly.

  Those fireworks going off behind me as well as inside my body.

  There’s no more fear, no more worry.

  No one or nothing will come between us again.

  Chapter 18

  Logan

  My gaze trails out the window to the sound of excitement coming from the little girl who will always hold a part of my heart. The first female to wrap me around her fingers. Doubt the distance between us will change that. Our miracle girl who changed a lot of people’s lives the day she was born.

  My breath catches in my throat when Lexi starts crying and within minutes Ellie has her calm and eager words are shooting out of my niece’s mouth at a rapid speed.

  Lane went inside my house while I’d come into the pool house to give Ellie time to tell Lexi we were moving.

  It won’t matter how many times I see her with Lexi. Using words a child would understand, looking Lexi in the eye, holding her close, making her feel like she’s the most important person in the world, it was always going to make me thankful for Ellie. Because out of any Mitchell, Lexi deserved a woman who cared. One who would never walk out of her life no matter what.

  Ellie Wynn, the other female who has me wrapped around her finger is every man’s dream, knew that from the beginning. She’s tough as nails. Sexy as hell. A natural beauty with the biggest heart. Sweetness mixed with spice. Perfect in the eyes of a man who she’s forgiven more times than I deserve.

  Luck. It’s on my side and not going anywhere for the rest of my life.

  “I can come to visit whenever I want, right? My daddy too? We can have a big party on the beach because you’re getting married, Ellie. You are going to be the prettiest bride in the whole entire world. I’m going to buy a new princess dress. It’s going to be pink. Hooray, I can’t wait to tell everyone in my new school. Wait, does this mean you’ll have the same last name as me? Does this mean you’ll be my aunt?”

  Lexi’s questions bursts in my chest.

  A thankful gratifying explosion.

  “Of course you can visit anytime you want, and yes we will have the same last name. Yes to me being your aunt too. And nope, I’m not buying a new dress. I have one already. Want to see what it looks like? It was my mother’s dress the day she married my dad.”

  “You mean Renita?”

  “Nope. Renita is...” I stand in awe as I listen to Ellie explain her relationship with Renita and once again in terms a child will understand, she goes into how her parents are in heaven. Using the movie All Dogs Go To Heaven as she does.

  Fuck, I love her.

  Little arms wrapping around my woman’s neck and the two of them embrace, staying that way until Ellie shows Lexi what I assume is her mother’s dress.

  My woman. The one who will take on my last name and have a part of the most important day of her parents’ life with her.

  She owns me.

  “Ellie Mae Mitchell and Lexi Mae Mitchell. We’re going to be twins forever and ever.” Lexi lets out a whoop and snuggles a little closer to Ellie, laying her head on her chest. The perfect image clings to my thoughts as I watch them together. That little girl was the first thing to bring light into my dark and gloomy world, and now she’s with the one that’ll keep it that way.

  Drawn.

  A moth to the light. A flicker to a flame.

  Everything I ever wanted and needed.

  A feeling of simplicity and normalcy I’m sure will take time to grasp onto stirs within me as I swallow down the emotions and continue searching for what I came into the pool house to look for. You’d think a man who was able to have anything materialistic at his fingertips; I’d have it all.

  Not even close.

  I have the woman who is worth more than anything money can buy but being that I have more than I’ll spend in a lifetime, it’s time for her and me to have some fun. Ellie doesn’t know this, but when we get home, there will be a couple of jet skis waiting for us as well as the materials to build a dock.

  For the first time in my adult life, I have a home I looked forward to coming home to.

  Can hardly believe it.

  After placing the two life jackets I want to take with me in a box, I tuck it under my arm and pause at the doorway.

  “When Daddy comes back with lunch, I’m going to count to three, then you jump in the water, okay, Ellie? You swim the fastest you can go. So fast he won’t beat you this time. I’ll kick my daddy in the butt to slow him; only I’ll kick him in his real butt and not in his face like the two…”

  Lexi stops talking and looks around the backyard to see if anyone besides her or Ellie are within earshot of what she’s going to say. Curiosity as to what she’s going on about has me taking a step back. “Asses, that’s what he called whoever left two owies on his face. Daddy said it was an accident kind of like the one you had, but my dad didn’t haf to go to the hospital. I’m so, so happy you are better. Stupid asses hurt my daddy and you again and I’ll be really, really mad. When I come to visit you and Uncle Logan, you promise we can swim in the big water and ride all the rides?”

  Both bust out laughing. Giggles from my sweet girl, laughter from within coming out of Ellie. I’ll never tire of hearing her laugh. It’s the sweetest music to my ears. A close second to when she screams my name.

  I step out in the same second to catch both girls covering their mouths to stifle their laughter, Ellie taking another piece of my soul, the same way she did when she thanked Lane earlier.

  The woman was born to be a mother.

  Compassion.

  She’s full of it.

  I get lost in thought for a minute thinking about her round belly carrying my baby. Protecting them, loving them, teaching the way a mother should do. Those curves more tempting, breasts bigger, smile wider. I’d be feasting on every inch more than I do now.

  But that’s going to wait until the time is right. For now, my focus is on her, finding a building to start my business and living a life that was meant to be ours all along.

  Last night after we made it back to the house, showered and went to bed. Ellie and I laid there talking. We decided after I signed the papers to get rid of the building that’s dragged me down my entire adult life, that we’d spend today with Lane, Gabe, and Lexi. Tomorrow, along with tomorrow night she was going to spend with Renita, Norah, and her aunt while I take a drive to thank Lazaro for his part in saving Ellie, and tie up a few loose ends.

  It’ll be the last night I will ever allow the woman to lay her head down without me beside her.

  Unfortunately, Gabe had to take off to do a job. It doesn’t matter, wasn’t like we were moving to the other side of the world.

  “I heard you, young lady, if I wasn’t taking you on a real vacation where you can finally spend the swear jar money to meet the real Ariel, I’d make you give me five dollars.”

  Lane’s tone is all tease with some excitement in there as he bends down and kisses
Lexi on top of her head. First time in a long time I hear it coming out of my brother. I’m glad I’m here to witness it right along with being here to watch Lexi’s eyes go round when she catches on to what Lane said.

  Lane sets two plates on the table next to the chair, but all I see is a bundle of blonde hair jump off Ellie’s lap and let out a shriek as she leaps into my brother’s arms.

  “We’re going to Disney? Please, Daddy, tell me that’s where our bacation is? Are we going to be gone as long as Uncle Sef? He’s been on bacation a long, long time.”

  I don’t want to tune out Lane’s answer to Seth, or the giggles that follow because Lexi has been waiting ever since she figured out that Disney World is where all the princesses live. I can’t help myself when I catch a glimpse of the woman slanting a glance my way. Her smile infectious, her big heart belonging to me.

  Everything I thought I’d never have would be at my fingertips for the rest of my life.

  I couldn’t wait to start a new journey, down a smooth paved road with her. Set a date, make her mine.

  A claim.

  A promise to treat her right.

  My eyes drop to those smiling lips. Damn, I want to kiss her.

  “Uncle Logan, did you hear? I’m going to Disney just like my daddy promised?”

  “I heard. Make sure you buy the prettiest crown.”

  “Duh, Uncle Logan. ‘Course, I’m buying a crown. Geez. I am a princess, you know. I’m buying one for Ellie too. She’s going to be my aunt. My real, real, real aunt.”

  I swallow, catching onto the meaning of the word real. I hope luck stays on my side and Lexi never finds out a single thing that went down with Sadie. The thought makes the protective man in me come out full force. Suppose I better talk to Lane about what’s going on.

  I might be moving, might have changed, but I’ll never stop looking out for him or Seth. I made a promise to my father, and I won’t break it.

  When Lane notices me, he sets Lexi in the chair next to Ellie, gives her a plate and heads my way.

  I hated that with me finding my reason for happiness, Lane would still cling to his promise to Lexi. Lane deserved a piece of the good life. Both my brothers do as well as Rocco.