by Nicki Rae
I am walking into the hotel and am awe struck. I have never seen anything so beautiful in my life. The place is very modern. Everything is furnished with red, black, brown, and cream colors. There are plush couches and beautiful high counters. I have no idea why Logan brought me here but if he is trying to make a statement, he has definitely succeeded.
I must look lost because a very nice guy comes up to me and asks if he can help me. I tell him that I am looking for the bar area and he directs me to a bar that is sitting out on a veranda.
We step outside and more than just weather is beautiful. I see the bar to my left with a beautiful awning over the top that is a beautiful ocean blue. There are several small round tables off to my right and a sitting area in front of me, which is overlooking downtown. The chairs are upholstered gold and the booths are gray leather accented with gold throw pillows. It is beautifully put together and is very comfortable.
As I look around at everyone else, I wish I had worn something a little nicer, I feel very out of place. I could kick Logan for not telling me where we were going.
“Right this way ma’am.” He says to me as he leads me past the bar, to a table tucked back in the corner of the veranda.
“Oh no, I would like to sit at that bar please.”
“Please, this is the best table in the place. I promise you will love it.”
I shrug and look back at the door. Logan still isn’t here.
“Ok. Thank you.” I say and smile at him.
I look at my phone and see that it has only been about ten minutes but it feels like it has been hours. I start to get up to leave when I see Logan walking in the door. He looks hot and it is still unreal to me that he loves me. He walks over and sits at the bar, not even looking at me.
I see him talk to the bar tender who happens to be the guy who walked me in. I narrow my eyes at him and start to get up, again, when Logan turns around and leisurely leans back against the bar. I take this opportunity to appreciate all his beauty. He is wearing a pair of low hung jeans, a tight fitting gray t-shirt, and boots. My mouth is watering but I stay put.
I try to focus back on him as my mind drifts from the gutter and notice him scanning the room. He finally makes eye contact with me, and the corners of his mouth turns up. I am a little put off when, instead of walking over to me, he turns back around to the bar.
I see him down his drink before he says something to the bar tender. He turns and his eyes are on me again. He makes his way toward me and stops beside the table.
“Hey.” He says in his deep sexy voice with a smirk in place.
He is really laying it on thick.
“I had to come over and find out why a beautiful woman such as you is sitting all by yourself?”
I wait for him to crack but he doesn’t, he is really playing this well. Ok, I got this.
“I’m just intimidating I guess.” I say.
I check my nails as if he isn’t even standing there. I hear him laugh and chance a glance at him.
Our waiter comes at that moment and asks if we would like anything to drink. Logan sits down and orders a beer, and looks to me.
“Yes. A Long Island Iced tea, please.”
The bar tender winks at me and says, “Coming right up.”
“So you come here often?” Logan says as he is looking over a menu.
“I’ve been here once or twice,” I say, coyly.
“I didn’t think that I recognized you.”
“You a regular then?”
“Kind of.”
He finally sticks out his hand for me to shake, “Logan Moore. And you are?”
I shake his hand, “New to the area.”
The waiter picks that moment to deliver our drinks.
“Thanks,” Logan says.
“So, new to the area, what brings you here? Your boyfriend out of town?”
I smile and bat my lashes, “I’m actually in on a business trip.” I say and am proud that I thought of something so quickly.
“Hmmm.” He says as he scrubs at his chin stubble.
He stands up, picks up his drink, and hands me a room key. He starts to walk away but then he looks back at me, winks, and continues to walk away. Well, what the hell do I do now? I think I should sit and drink my drink and let Mr. Moore wait like he made me.
Chapter 20
*Logan*
I walk in the hotel room feeling proud of myself. The look on her face when she watched me walk in the bar away from her was priceless. I think that I am finally getting through to her. I feel like her walls are coming down. After tonight, I am sure we will be able to put everything behind and move forward.
If Emily doesn’t get up here soon I’m going to have to go looking for her. I knew she would probably make me wait a little but it has been thirty minutes. As I am putting my boots back on, I hear a light rasp at the door and then a giggle. I smile to myself; the drink must be getting to her. I take one last look at the room and then walk over to open the door.
I open the door and she is standing there, looking as beautiful as ever, very drunk, but still beautiful.
“I started to think you weren’t coming,” I say to her.
“I couldn’t just run right after you like a love sick puppy,” she says.
I move out from in front of her so she can come in. When she walks in and sees the room, her eyes get wide and her smile takes up her whole face. That’s it. That’s the look I have been missing; this is my Emily.
She turns to look at me and says, “Logan, it’s beautiful. You didn’t have to do all of this.”
“I did, Emily; if for nothing else then to see the look on your face that you just had.”
She turns back around to look at the room. I am really glad Ben was able to pull all of this off with such short notice. He was able to get me some strawberries, wine, and flowers.
She smells the flowers when she says, “How did you get all this together so quick?”
I smile and say, “You know the bar tender?”
I see realization flash across her eyes and she says, “I knew it! You know him don’t you?”
“Yes, he got all this together for us.”
“I will have to remember to thank him before we leave.”
She turns and walks over to the bed. She looks over her shoulder at me and I see a look on her face that I have never seen. On my way over to her, I pick up the strawberries. When I get to her, she is sitting on the edge of the bed. I put the strawberries on the table and kneel down in front of her. I run my hands over her smooth thighs, up her sides and finally into her hair. I kiss her and put as much emotion as I have been feeling into the last few days. She understands and does the same. As my hand continues to fist in her hair, she starts to take my shirt off and I stop her.
“No, baby. We are taking it slow tonight.”
She is breathless from the kiss and she sticks her bottom lip out and pouts from being told to stop. She looks so damn sexy when she pouts. I reach up and suck in that bottom lip she is so conveniently sticking out. Her lips taste amazing; I can’t wait to taste all of her.
I see the struggle on her face. She wants to enjoy herself, enjoy the way I am making her feel. But at the same time, she is still torn.
“Relax, baby. Tonight is about us, just let me love you.”
I take her shirt off and direct her to lie on her stomach on the bed.
“Logan?”
“Shhh! Relax.” I whisper in her hear.
I watch as she gives in. Her body visibly relaxes and she lies down. We have been through so much the last week and I need to give her some of the strength back that she has given me.
I get some oil out of my bag.
*Emily*
This is absolutely amazing. I knew he was up to something but I had no idea it would be this elaborate. I will give it to him; he is trying really hard to show me he still loves me. And I am trying really hard to forgive him. He is smiling and I just think to myself, where did we ever go wrong, we we
re perfect together; we are still perfect together. Don’t people just makes mistakes sometime? I love this man. I think I loved him the first day he approached me at my locker.
I need to quit thinking and just love this moment he has made for us. I walk over to smell the flowers; they smell fabulous. I walk over to the bed, look back at him over my shoulder, and give him my best sex kitten smile; I’m sure I failed miserably. He walks over and kisses me, and he kisses me like he means it. I start to take his shirt off and he tells me to stop. I am so ready to feel his skin against mine, when Logan tells me to stop. I know he wants to be sweet and take things slow but I really just need to feel him close to me. It has been such an emotional week; we both just need this release. I go to put my hands on Logan’s shoulders and he reaches up and sucks on my bottom lip that must have been sticking out.
He lets loose and looks at me in the eyes.
“Tonight is about you and me. I don’t know if I will ever get a chance at this again so I want to make it the best night of your life,” he says to me and I have to fight to keep the tears in.
Where has this guy been, why did he have to go off and do dumbshit. I wipe a stray tear that managed to fall. Quit thinking and just feel, Emily. I can’t take it anymore; I pummel his lips with mine. Logan picks me up and we continue the kiss. He walks us over to the big in-suite Jacuzzi tub, which I somehow missed. He sits me on the side and turns on the water, feels for the right temperature and then stands. As the tub is beginning to fill, he walks over and sits on the bed.
“Stand up.” He motions with his finger for me to stand.
Ok, I’m intrigued, so I stand.
“Strip,” is all he says and I can see his eyes cloud just a bit in anticipation of my impending strip tease.
I, all of a sudden, feel shy.
“Babe, it’s just us in here, don’t be shy.”
He’s right, of course. I have been naked in front of him plenty. But for some reason, doing a strip tease, even for Logan, still seems strange. Ok, strip show you want, strip show you get.
*Logan*
I see her morph from shy and timid to confident and sexy, and I love it. As she starts to unbutton her pants, she closes her eyes.
“Oh, no, Emily. Look at me.”
She slowly opens her eyes and slowly, pushes her shorts over her hips while she moves them seductively back and forth just like when we danced at the bon fire. The only difference is now I get to do whatever I want with her and she doesn’t have to stop.
She leans back on the tub and puts her feet on my knee for me to pull them off the rest of the way. Jesus; it’s hard not to rip the rest of those fucking clothes off her, right now. You did this to yourself, dumbass. She stands up and she is just in her tank and panties. I stand up because I can’t take the tightness in my jeans anymore. I walk over to her and help her out of her shirt and panties. She then helps me out of my shirt and jeans. I pick her up and gently place her in the Jacuzzi before I get in. I walk over and grab the strawberries. I put them on the side of the tub and finally get in.
*Emily*
Logan grabs the strawberries and walks back over to the tub. He is only in his boxers. He puts them on the side of the tub, looks at me, and smirks. He has caught me staring at him. He knows he is beautiful, he always has. I just take in his body, never being able to have enough of him. I float over to him and push his boxers to the floor and I sit back and take in the beautiful picture that is, Logan Moore. He is tanned from the summer’s sun, his beautiful tattoo that accentuates his strong arms, his washboard stomach from wrestling and those beautiful green eyes that are screaming to ravish me, right now. I know I am in a tub full of water right now but even if I weren’t, I would still be soaked from just looking at this gorgeous man. He steps in the water, sits next to me, and he pulls me to his side. He reaches up and takes a strawberry from the container. He takes a small bite and then he takes the berry, runs it across my neckline, and says, “Awe, look at the mess I have made. I had better clean that up.”
He keeps his eyes trained on my chest, almost like he is talking to himself. He takes his tongue across the area he just had the strawberry. After licking up everything he left, he kisses me and it is the sweetest and most sensual kiss we have ever shared. His hands are roaming my body. While our kiss never breaks, I somehow manage to move to his lap. He kisses and nips down my neck and makes his way to my breasts. He puts one in his mouth before I pull his mouth back to mine. With one motion, he picks me up and sits me back down on him. It is the greatest feeling ever. We move together, slow and sweet. He continues to lick berry juice from my neck. He is gentle and that makes me more confident in myself, so I move a little faster. With the water lapping around us, splashing on the floor, we come together. I have tears in my eyes from the sensual moment we just shared.
He is resting his head on my shoulder and then pulls his head up, so we are eye to eye. He has a very serious look on his face when he says, “I love you Emily. I don’t think I can give you up. I will fight for you.”
I feel the tears streaming down my face and I don’t even try to hide them. We just shared this beautiful evening, which he created, for me, from his heart, while his father is lying in a hospital bed. How can I not love him?
Loving was never the issue, his cheating was the issue. And I think I just answered my own question. Yes, people deserve second chances. Or, more than that, people deserve forgiveness from those that love them most. Just as his tattoo has been telling him every day since he has gotten it, people can change, if they really want to. And, in those situations, forgiveness happens.
“I love you, too, Logan. I always have. There was no one before or after you. And even if we don’t make it,” I had to stop on the last part because if we were to not make it again, I know I won’t make it this time, “There will never be anyone that I love more than I love you.” I look him straight in the eyes, so I know he knows I mean what I am saying.
He pulls me into him for a hug that I think is going to actually squeeze the life out of me.
“I’m glad to hear you say that because if you would’ve said you wanted nothing to do with me, it would have made this next part a whole lot more awkward.”
What is he talking about? He must see the confusion on my face because he just smiles, kisses me on the forehead and he helps us both get out of the tub. He finds me a towel. As I am wrapping myself in it, he sits on the bed in front of me. I look down at him and he seems a little nervous.
“Are you ok, Logan?”
He shakes his head and rakes his hands through his hair.
“Switch me places. You sit down, I have to stand up.”
“Ok.”
He walks over to the table and pulls something out of a bag. As I watch what is happening, I start to have a little anxiety. I hope he isn’t about to do what I think he is about to do. He walks back over to me and hands me a black box; my mouth drops open. He is doing exactly what I think he is doing. He sees the panic in my face.
“Don’t worry, Emily, it’s not what you think. Well, it sort of is…just open the damn box, please.” He says a little exasperated.
*Logan*
I can’t really read what she is thinking when she opens the box. I know she thought it was an engagement ring, and even though I would be ok with that, I know she would not. We are both very young, and need to get to know each other again before that happens.
She looks up at me and says, “It’s beautiful, Logan.”
“When I was going bat shit crazy today, I knew I had to do something that would blow you away. I saw the necklace the other day and knew I had to have it for you; I just wasn’t sure when I would give it to you. I didn’t really want to buy you a promise ring; if I’m going to buy you a ring, it will be THE ring. So the key on this necklace means you have the key to my heart. You always have, Emily. Yes, I messed up, big time. But I will live the rest of my life making it up to you.”
*Emily*
I don’t even
know how to respond to that, so I just get up, put my arms around him, and kiss him sweetly on the lips.
”Thank you so much for saying that.”
We make the most of the rest of the evening. With everything that is going on, we don’t know when we will have the opportunity to be together, just the two of us.
I get up the next morning, feeling more rested than I have in a long time. I can’t even remember the last time I slept without having nightmares. I can only think of one reason for that.
We get up and are getting our things together to leave.
Still feeling a little sassy from last night I say, “So, Logan Moore, what happens after these hotel hook-ups?” I smile coyly.
He just smirks as he is picking up the items from the table.
“Well, you give me your number and I tell you that I will call you tomorrow.” He says as he puts on his sunglasses.
“What If I don’t give you my number?”
“Well then, until we meet again.”
He winks at me, gives me a two finger salute, and walks out of the hotel room.
Chapter 21
*Emily*
The next morning we are at the hospital. Dee wanted to go to Charles’ room but the Doctor thought she needed to go home to recuperate. After much debate, she finally agreed. But she demanded that if Charles’ started waking up that she be brought back immediately.
As we are sitting with Charles, Logan sits up straight with a shocked look on his face.
“What’s wrong?” I say.
“I think my dad just moved his fingers.”
“Should I go get a doctor?”
“YES!” he says.
I run out and find a doctor. They come in the room and start checking out the machines.
” I’m going to need you to please step in the hallway.”
Logan looks upset at this and before he can say anything, I grab his hand and we walk to the hallway.
“I should call my brother.”
I think about this for a moment.
“Why don’t you wait until we talk to the doctor? If your mom thinks something is happening, she will want to come up here. That’s a lot of work, if we were mistaken.”