Best Friend’s Li’l Sis

by Kaylee, Katy

  Logan slammed his hand down on the desk and shook his head. He needed her to know how much his company needed her there. He ran his finger down the application and stopped at her phone number. He drummed his fingers on the desk for a moment and then grabbed the phone, dialing the number before he could lose the courage to do it. The phone rang and rang, but she never picked up. “Hi, you’ve reached Amber Stark, I can’t come to the phone right now…”

  He bit his lip and then hung up the phone. He figured leaving her a message wasn’t going to do any good. He needed to talk to her directly. If she didn’t answer because she knew who it was, she definitely wouldn’t drop what she was doing to call him back. Logan pulled his cellphone from his pocket and scrolled down through the numbers, calling Jordan.

  “My man,” Jordan answered.

  “Hey, dude, sorry to bother you this late.”

  Jordan scoffed. “Please, it’s like six. Are you still at your office?”

  Logan looked around the room. “Yeah. Actually, I was calling for a favor. I don’t want to go this whole time here without popping in on Amber. I was hoping you could give me her address. I thought I would swing by on the way to the hotel.”

  Jordan had no problem giving up the address. Logan thanked him, promised to come by over the next week, and hung up. As soon as the phone was in his pocket, he was up and out of the chair, heading out to the car that was parked out front waiting for him. He gave the driver the address and sat back, the nerves finally starting to sink in. They drove through the city, people milling around all over the streets going to dinner and going home from work. Up ahead, Logan spotted a flower stand.

  “Can you stop here really quickly?”

  The driver nodded and pulled to the side of the street. Logan hopped out and perused the flowers, finally finding a large bouquet of lilies. They were Amber’s favorite. He paid for the flowers and headed over to her place, trying to rehearse what he was going to say to her in his head. He wasn’t sure if flowers were appropriate, but he didn’t want to show up empty handed when he just dropped in on her unexpectedly.

  As they made their way to the condos, he leaned his head on the window. He still couldn’t believe that after all that time, and all the effort on her part to avoid him, she had shown up as a new hire at his job. He couldn’t help but feel like something about it was fate, but he pushed that aside. He had to remember that, he was going there to get her to come work for him, not to woo her or try to get her back. She had made it very apparent with her dagger stares that the idea of being with him was not something anywhere close to her mind.

  “Right here sir,” the driver said as he pulled up in front of a new condo complex.

  Logan took a deep breath and nodded. “Thank you.”

  He got out of the car and buttoned his jacket, smoothing his free hand down the front. He held the lilies tightly in his hand, squeezing the stems to try to gather up his nerves. He took the elevator up to the ninth floor and walked down the hallway, standing for a moment outside of her door. He closed his eyes and picked up his fist, knocking on it.

  Logan could hear the sound of feet walking across the room and the door unlocking. She was smiling when she opened it, but the smile quickly faded. She pulled her sweater closed around her and looked at him with shock and irritation. “What in the world are you doing here?”

  Logan opened his mouth to reply but stopped when a little boy came running up beside her. He looked up at her with love out of the same beautiful blue eyes that she had. His hair was brown like his, and curled up on the ends. He turned his attention to Logan and grabbed Amber’s leg. “Hello.”

  Logan smiled and bent down in front of him. “Hey there. I’m Logan.”

  Logan stuck out his hand and the little boy eyed it for a moment before grabbing it and shaking hard. “I’m Bradley. Do you know my mommy?”

  He nodded. “I do. I know your Uncle Jordan, and your grandma and grandpa too.”

  The little boy’s eyes lit up. “You know Pawpaw!”

  Logan smiled. “I do.”

  Bradley looked up at his mom and pulled on the edge of her cardigan, whispering. “Aren’t you going to let Logan in?”

  Logan couldn’t get over just how absolutely adorable Bradley was. He looked so much like his mom, and at the same time had a familiarity that Logan just couldn’t put his finger on. He couldn’t help but wonder who the boy’s father was, and whether he knew him or not.

  “How did you know where we live?” Amber asked.

  Logan stood up and handed her the flowers. “I called Jordan and told him that I didn’t want to go this entire trip not saying hi. He gave me your address. I looked on your resume, but it just had the city.”

  Amber looked at the lilies. “You didn’t have to bring flowers.”

  Logan chuckled. “Your mom always said never to show up at someone’s house without bringing something. You know that stuck. Jordan would have killed me if he knew I showed up here empty handed.”

  Amber rolled her eyes. “I’m going to kill him.”

  Logan smiled. “Don’t be too hard on him. You know he doesn’t know anything about anything. He just thought I was being nice. Which I am. I am being nice. I just wanted to talk to you face to face. I think I was stunned when I saw you earlier and I didn’t get to say what I wanted to say.”

  Amber looked at the flowers, down at Bradley, and then up at Logan again. To Logan’s surprise, she opened up the door and stepped to the side. “Alright, come on in but just for a few minutes. I have things I have to do.”

  Logan nodded and stepped inside, looking around. The place was huge, and he could only assume that Matt had gotten it for her. He had probably done it when Bradley was born. Bradley stood there, staring at Logan as Amber walked over to him and grabbed his hand. “Say goodnight to Mr. Logan. It’s bedtime.”

  Bradley groaned and stuck out his lip. “Goodnight, Mr. Logan.”

  Logan smiled. “Goodnight, buddy. We’ll see each other again.”

  Amber looked unsure. “Go ahead and sit down in the living room. I have to put my son to bed. He gets cranky if he misses his bedtime. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

  Logan grinned. “Take your time.”

  Logan meandered into the living room and looked around, seeing all the pictures of Bradley and the family on the walls. He sat down on the overstuffed couch and leaned back, glad to see that she at least seemed to have a good life. She was taken care of, her son was taken care of, and they lived in a really nice place. He waited there on the couch, trying to imagine what her daily life had been like for the last four or five years. What it had been like for her to be alone there with a little baby.

  “Do you want a water or something?” Amber said, coming around the corner.

  Logan sat up and shook his head. “No, thanks. I won’t take a lot of your time. I just wanted to come by here and tell you again how much I want you to come work for the company. With your skill set, and your qualifications, you could take over. We need people who will see between the lines, who will give solid ideas to the table, and won’t back down because they are nervous or scared. I need a keen eye and a strong work ethic, and knowing your father, you have those traits like you have blood in your veins.”

  She walked over and sat down on the couch next to him, no longer looking angry. “I’m sorry I reacted the way that I did. I got caught off guard when I walked in there. Seeing you…”

  She fell quiet and Logan picked up. “Knocked you for a loop? Because it did me, too. I couldn’t see straight, swallow, move, speak. I always wondered what it would be like to be face to face with you again, and that was not at all how I pictured it.”

  She chuckled. “At least we still have a feisty streak between us.”

  He laughed and stared into her eyes. He was locked, and hadn’t expected it at all. From her intense stare it looked like she was too and out of nowhere, passion flooded him. Without thinking, he reached his hand up to her face and pulled her i
n, pressing his lips against hers. Right or wrong, nothing had changed about the way he felt for her.

  Amber

  Had someone told Amber just eight hours before that she would be sitting in her living room in a strong embrace with Logan, she would have laughed them out of their chair. There she was, though, his lips pressed firmly against hers and his inviting and familiar body close. She was telling herself, screaming at herself to pull away, to tell him no, but she just couldn’t do it who. He had been her person, the man that stole her heart, and she had never gotten over him, no matter what she told Taylor, or herself for that matter. She hadn’t avoided him all those years because she was angry, she avoided him because she knew if she found herself in that situation she would never be able to back away from him.

  The desire deep within Amber’s chest pulsated through her body. Every vein, every muscle, and every piece of skin ached and yearned for his touch. She could already sense him on her, already feel him clinging to her soul, and she wanted nothing more than to let herself go and just allow him to take her. The only thing holding her back was that small aching in her stomach, that familiar feeling of loss. She had felt it when he left and then every day after that. With everything she had gone through, she thought she would be able to handle it, but as his hand gripped the back of her head more tightly, she knew she was lost.

  She let out a deep breath and pushed against him, gripping the front of his shirt with her nails. Their heads moved wildly back and forth, the passion between them over the top. It was like they couldn’t be close enough, like they would swallow each other whole before they were done with it all. There was nothing there to stop them, especially not her willpower. She tightened her hands on his shirt and leaned back, pulling him with her. Her leg went up around his side, but he held fast to her hair, running his tongue through her mouth, tasting her like he had wanted it for so long.

  Feeling that wanted, feeling him practically begging with his body for her, made her even hotter. She could feel the moist heat between her legs and she pushed her pelvis up against his crotch. His cock was hard, pushing against his pants. She moaned into his mouth as she ground her hips upward, rubbing her clothed pussy over his shaft. She could remember what every single inch of his cock felt like, what it tasted like, and the kind of pleasure that it gave her.

  He released his lips from hers and trailed them over her cheek and down her neck. He took his hand and ran it over her side, reaching down and grabbing ahold of her ass. He pulled her up and thrust his pelvis forward, swaying his hips. She gasped and leaned her head back, closing her eyes. She focused on every sensation, every squeeze of his fingertips, every claw at her clothes. She wanted him, but she wanted more of that. She wanted him to play with her, to rub her body like he used to, but she wasn’t sure she could hold on that long. His rock solid dick pushing against her folds teased her and called to her like nothing before.

  Amber reached up and ran her nails down his back as he dry humped her with her legs wrapped around him. She could feel the heat building inside of her and knew if he continued that he would make her cum right then and there. But that wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted to feel her pussy tighten around him, to feel the trickle of her juices running down his shaft. She wanted to hear that catch in his throat as he tried to hold on. Amber was no longer the love sick puppy she used to be. She had taken control of her life and everything in it and that was what she was going to do with him, even if it was only one night.

  He released her ass and pushed his hands between her legs, moving her cotton shorts to the side. She wasn’t wearing panties, which only excited her more as he quickly found the folds of her tight, wet pussy. He pushed her wide open and rubbed over her clit gently, cupping her pussy as he rubbed it. She bit her lip and growled, trying to keep her voice down. He picked up his head and pressed his open mouth against hers, feeling the vibrations of her moans in his throat. He rubbed harder and faster until she couldn’t take it anymore.

  She shoved her hands down and started franticly unbuckling his belt and undoing the button. As she lowered the zipper she looked into his eyes with lust. “Fuck me. Hurry.”

  He didn’t miss a beat, grabbing the waist band of her shorts and pulling them straight down off of her. He stood up for just a moment and dropped his pants to the ground, his boxers going with them. His big, hard cock bounced out and he lifted his shirt up, leaning over her and grabbing her behind her back. He rubbed the head against her pussy for a moment, sliding it down and pressing the tip just inside. Amber grabbed his hips and pulled him hard into her, loving the sound of his groans. Slowly, he pulled back out and she grabbed him again, slamming him into her. It was like a game, a game she wasn’t going to play.

  “Fuck me,” she demanded.

  His eyes went dark and he pushed her up into the corner of the couch, holding onto one arm and the back. He pulled out slowly and rammed it into her again and again, watching her roll her head back and moan quietly. He ran one hand over her breast and squeezed hard as his hips picked up. She slid her hands under his shirt and looked down, watching him entering her over and over again. She looked at him with a sly smile and lipped the tips of her fingers, rubbing her clit as he watched. He was so entranced by it that he slowed his hips, but she wanted more.

  Amber pushed him off of her and climbed on top, quickly finding his cock herself, sliding down his shaft. She pushed all the way to the bottom and groaned deeply, feeling him fill her up. He ran his hands up her sides, lifting her shirt over her tits and pulling them into his mouth. She put her hands on his shoulders and began to bounce up and down, the sound of the springs of the couch playing a tune with their motions. She sat down hard on his cock and rocked her hips back and forth, letting her clit rub against his skin. She reached around behind her and cupped his balls as her hips rolled in circles, sending shots of pleasure through her whole body.

  Her mouth dropped open from the sensation and she could barely move. He grabbed her hips and moved them for her, pushing and pulling her backward and forward. He thrust his hips upward and pulled her down, grinding her hard against him. She took her hands and ran them up over her tits, rubbing the nipples between her fingers. She growled, biting her bottom lip as he picked her up and started thrusting his cock into her over and over again. She reached down and gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into him. She flipped her long hair back and closed her eyes, using her legs to meet him, slamming him deep inside of her.

  “God, you feel so good,” he groaned, leaning his head back against the cushion.

  She moved her body like a wave, rounding out her hips against him. As she did this, she slid down and pinned him to the couch. She gripped his chest with her hands and pushed back and forth, feeling the heat rising and rising to the boiling point. He dug his fingers into her waist as she jolted, exploding in ecstasy. As her body shook and clutched he thrust his hips upward one last time and held her tight against him. They were silent for what seemed like forever, letting every wave of ecstasy burn through and fizzle out.

  Amber let her body rest against his until she could feel his muscles relaxing beneath her. She closed her eyes and took one last breath of his scent before pushing off of him. It was almost immediate that she felt remorse for what she had just done. She turned and grabbed her shorts, pulling down her shirt and pulling her shorts back on. He did the same, carefully tucking his shirt into his pants and staring over at her with caring.

  She couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eyes; she was too embarrassed that she had allowed herself to fall into that trap. She was too embarrassed that she had gone against everything she had told herself for the last five years, just because she was too weak to stop it. He walked over and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her on her forehead.

  Everything in her wanted to just fold into his arms and let him take her in, but she knew that would be disastrous for everyone involved. She no longer just had herself to worry about and she reminded herself of that. Amb
er leaned back and put her hand on his chest, looking up into his eyes. “We shouldn’t have done that. We should have never done that.”

  Logan tilted his head at her and smiled. “Why not?”

  She pulled away from him, sighing. “Because, five years ago we got too caught up in this fairytale that we created. Because I learned very quickly that fairytales are not real, and all they bring you in the end is hurt and anger. Look, I’m not upset with you, I’m upset with myself. I should have stopped myself before we got anywhere close to that. This can never happen again.”

  Logan stared at her for a second, picking up his wallet and putting it in his pocket. “I don’t know what you’ve been through the last five years, but I do know that you’re wrong. These things can work out, and these things can be right even if we try to tell ourselves they are. I understand your apprehension, completely. I just want you to know that I won’t stop trying. I will never stop trying, because you never left my thoughts while I was away, not even for a second.”

  Amber didn’t say anything, she wasn’t sure what to say. She walked over to the door and opened it up, wrapping her arms around herself. He walked over and kissed her again on the top of the head. He lifted her chin up and smiled. “I’ll change your mind.”

  With that, he walked out and she closed the door behind him. She turned and leaned her back against the door, tapping her head against the wood. She couldn’t lie; there was a huge part of her that wanted him desperately to change her mind. She wanted him to show her that love was real, and that it didn’t just get up and walk out the door like he had so many years before. At the same time, knowing that her little boy was sleeping down the hall reminded her of just how hard life could really be.

  Logan

  Logan sat at his desk, typing an email back to the home office. He pressed send and leaned back in his chair, tapping his pen against his lips. The screen went black and the screen saver came up, but he didn’t even notice. Without looking, he reached over and grabbed the papers and started tapping them in front of him, slipping them into an envelope.