Drumming my fist against my jean clad thigh, I turned and paced. I thought about it for another minute. Then two. And just when I was ready to approach her door, I heard it open behind me.
“Thanks, Sabrina.” A deep, man’s voice sounded from behind me. “So we’re still good for dinner tomorrow night?”
I spun around just in time to see a good-looking, slightly older man exiting Sabrina’s place.
Shit.
She had a dinner date with some guy on a weeknight? Back to back? I turned around to slink away to where I’d parked down the street—all sly like because I thought she wouldn’t want anyone to be able to recognize my car or maybe that was me—when I heard her voice.
“Logan?” Sabrina sounded confused.
Make that two of us.
I turned back and gave her a quick nod. “Hey, Sabrina.”
The guy’s gaze bounced between us and a slight smile curved his lips. “I’ll let you two talk. Thanks for dinner, Sabrina.”
“Bye…” She hesitated like she didn’t know what to say to him.
If she said I love you, I might just lose my shit in the middle of her street.
But he just shook his head. “It’s okay. I’ll see you tomorrow night.” Then his eyes twinkled as he looked between us again. “Feel free to bring your guy if you’d like. G’night.”
What the hell?
I watched in confusion as he walked to the gleaming BMW parked at the curb and got in. A second later, the engine purred to life and he pulled away.
I turned back to Sabrina and found the same confusion on her face.
“What are you doing here, Logan?”
“I-I, uh…” I drummed my fist on my thigh again. My mind whirled with different possible answers—anything but the truth. Finally, I blew out a frustrated breath. “I don’t know. I felt bad about the shit with my guys and your family at the shop, and I wanted to make sure you were okay. Also I kinda had something I wanted to say to you, but uh, I’m not really interested in being a third wheel or whatever it’s called in your weird ass relationship, so I’m just gonna—”
“Eww, gross. That was my father. I’m not—We’re not…” She trailed off and shuddered.
Her father? That wasn’t right. No way that guy was old enough to be her dad. Although he did look vaguely familiar. Kinda like Sabrina actually.
Son of a bitch.
“Your father?” I gnawed on my cheek as an unfamiliar sensation of heat swept over my face. “I uh, I heard him mention dinner tomorrow tonight and then gave me that weird invite for tomorrow, and I just…” I gestured helplessly. It felt like I was just making this whole thing worse. “Maybe I should go. I’m pretty sure I’ll say something stupid again or worse.”
Although I’d already shoved my huge ass foot in my mouth.
Sabrina laughed lightly. “It’s fine. Kinda hilarious actually. And you know, gross.” She shook her head. “Come on in.”
I hesitated for a second and then Sabrina did that cute head tilt thing that always got me back when we were dating, and I meekly followed her like a lamb to the slaughter.
Her place looked the same. I don’t know why I’d expected any different. Maybe because everything had changed. But it all was so achingly familiar. From the layout of the sofas to the family pictures on the wall, even the size of her tv—it was all just like I remembered. Clean, classy, and feminine.
Just like her.
Unable to stall any longer, I shoved my hands in my pockets and faced her.
Sabrina stood next to the closed door and raised her eyebrows. “So what’s going on?”
I didn’t have a single fucking clue how to answer that question. This was clearly a mistake. I felt like a fool. “I should probably just go.”
“Logan.” Sabrina shook her head as she crossed the room to sit on the far end of the L shaped couch. “Just sit and tell me what’s going on. It can’t be any worse than what you said outside.”
Like I needed the reminder. I moved to the other end of the sofa and sat down with a sigh. “I uh, I don’t know. I feel stupid. I had this whole epiphany earlier this afternoon so I wanted to see you, but now…”
I’d lost that euphoria I’d had after I’d left the doctor’s.
“Epiphany?” Sabrina sat forward. “What happened?”
I shrugged, uncomfortable in my own skin now. “I uh, took your advice and went to talk to someone. Travis, actually, gave me his therapy appointment today. I went and talked through some of my shit and I thought—it’s stupid really.”
“Logan.” Sabrina’s eyes were shining as she stood up and walked toward me. Sitting down next to me, she put her hand on my knee. “It’s not stupid. I think it’s fabulous. I’m proud of you.”
I rolled my eyes as that now familiar sensation of heat filled my cheeks. “I think proud is taking it a little far.”
“No, I mean it. It’s not easy for anyone to admit that they need help. Especially a tough guy like you. It’s huge.” Then she gave me a mischievous smile. “I already knew it was huge, but you know what I mean.”
I laughed. She was kinda ridiculous but in the best possible way. “I uh, I’m sorry about that craziness out front. I saw some guy leaving your place and kinda lost my head for a minute.”
She tilted her head as she looked at me. “You were jealous.”
“I think the whole session with the shrink fucked up my head, kinda stripped me bare. It’s got me thinking all kinds of ways.”
“That’s not a bad thing.” Her fingers traced the seamline in my jeans on the side of my knee. I swore I could feel her touch on my skin through the material. I struggled to pay attention to her words and not her fingers as she continued. “And I kinda can relate. My whole world just turned upside down. My father is back from the dead. I have a sister in San Francisco that I’ve never met. And I’m not talking to my mom who used to be one of my best friends. Oh, and now I’m not allowed to go to work. So kind of the shit trifecta.”
“I think that was four, maybe five things.”
“Shut up, you know what I mean.” She rolled her eyes then gave me this look that had my breath freezing in my chest. “I just… It’s nice to have something familiar you know? A safe place to fall or whatever. Is that what you meant?”
“Yeah.” I nodded slightly, looking into her sky-blue eyes. A few years back they’d been my entire world. “Everything. Familiar. Safe.”
And then, somehow, we were kissing. I don’t even know who started it. All I knew was that my lips were tangled with hers. And it felt just like before. Like every time since I’d met Sabrina.
Heat arced across my body from where her hand had coasted up from my knee to my chest. Her touch burned a path from my side up over my pecs to my shoulder before she burrowed it into my hair. Her fingers tugged, tilting my head back like she wanted a better angle, and I welcomed the tinge of pain. I felt an answering pang in my balls. It made my dick flex against the heavy material of my jeans.
I groaned into her mouth and deepened the kiss. Sabrina growled back and suckled the tip of my tongue. I was pretty sure my eyes crossed beneath my lids.
My hand came up and cupped her slight breast. Even through her shirt and bra, I could still feel her nipple pucker. I ran my thumb over the erect tip, and she arched into my hand. I wanted to rip her clothes off and burrow my head between her two perfect breasts. And judging by the way Sabrina was groaning and arching into my hand, she felt the same way.
Instead, I rolled onto my back on the sofa and tugged her on top of me.
Sabrina knelt astride of me and gave me a naughty little grin. “You never were a fan of the woman on top when we were together before.”
The skin grafts at the back of my neck were feeling tight and uncomfortable, but I didn’t want to say as much and kill the mood. “I have no problem laying back and letting you run the show. But if you’d prefer for me to—”
“No, no.” Sabrina laughed, cutting me off. “This way I get to have m
y wicked way with you.”
“That’s the plan,” I murmured just before she leaned back down and kissed me again.
All I could do at the moment was enjoy the way Sabrina kissed me—the feeling of her soft lips kissing mine, the naughty way her tongue tried to lead me in a parry and thrust. As she kissed me, Sabrina ground her still-clothed crotch against mine. It felt so good, and I ached all at the same time.
We were wearing way too many fucking clothes.
I wanted to feel her naked breasts. Lick and suck at those gorgeous pink nipples. See if she was just as sensitive as I remembered.
My hands moved on their own from her hips to under her shirt. Sabrina murmured something in an approving tone against my lips that I couldn’t make out but loved the sound of. My fingers tangled for a second on her bra clasp at her back. It’d been so long. Apparently, some things weren’t like riding a bike.
I growled in frustration.
Sabrina pulled back, her hands resting on my chest. “Having a little trouble?”
“Those things are like Chinese finger traps.”
Sabrina’s eyebrows arched, and I waited for the inevitable question—how long had it been?—but she surprised me again. Instead, she crossed her arms, grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. It made a soft plop from wherever she threw it, but I didn’t look. I was too busy taking in the gorgeous sight of her breasts and the black lace bra barely covering them.
“Fuck me, angel. You look like a goddamn masterpiece.”
She laughed huskily as her cheeks colored. “I’d say you were a charmer if there weren’t so many expletives in that compliment.”
“Just being honest. You take my breath away.” My hand came up and cupped her left breast. From this angle her breasts looked so much bigger than I’d remembered. Fuller. So fucking succulent.
The lace rasped against my rough fingertip. I couldn’t resist fondling her taut nipple barely concealed under the dark fabric. Her flesh was so fucking responsive. Sabrina sucked in a gasp of air.
This time, I didn’t even bother with the clasp. I pulled at the lace covering her nipples, tucking the material under the mound of her tits. “So fucking perfect.”
Then I leaned up and suckled her nipple in between my lips. Sabrina groaned and burrowed her hands in my hair, holding me closer to her breast.
Not that I was complaining.
I had the most gorgeous woman in the world straddling me and urging me to continue sucking on her tits. This was fucking heaven.
But the position was still tough on the skin graft on my neck. The skin stretched in an uncomfortable and not very sexy way.
I let my head fall back against the sofa and blew against her moist nipple.
There was no fucking way I was gonna tell her why I stopped.
Instead I lay back like a pasha, my hands crossed beneath my head, and gestured at her remaining clothes. “Can you do something about the rest of those?”
Despite my arrogant tone, I continued to play with her free nipple—rubbing the tip with my thumb, back and forth. Cupping the bottom of her gorgeous tit.
Sabrina smirked. “I could, if you’d stop fondling me for a hot minute.”
“No deal. In fact—” I paused and pulled the lace away from her other one, freeing her stunning breast. “That’s more like it.”
Sabrina rolled her eyes and then gasped as I ran a thumb over the neglected tip. “Christ, I don’t remember your fingers being so calloused.”
“Oh. Sorry.” I pulled my hands away with a grimace. “Too rough?”
“No, too freaking good. But since you’re not—” Before she could finish her sentence, she unhooked her bra and let the material fall down her arms and off. Another plop rang out in the quiet condo from somewhere.
She was gorgeous—slim but with a set of tits that would make anyone look twice at her. And now she was half naked and straddling me. Me. How the fuck did I get this lucky?
“That’s more like it,” I murmured as I cupped both breasts in my hands. Christ, had she always been this delicious? I leaned up to get another taste when the graft on my neck pulled. I grunted and fell back against the sofa while trying to mask why I couldn’t do something so fucking easy.
“Here. That’s a weird angle. How about we…” She rolled off me to land on her side next to me on the sofa. I turned to face her and bit my lip. I hated that she knew what the problem was. That I wasn’t a whole person anymore. I couldn’t even think about what it’d be like when it was my turn to get naked. Because where she’d only gotten better with time I…
Hadn’t.
Sabrina smiled at me with a naughty glimmer in her eyes, and then she shimmied until her breasts were even with my mouth. “Better?”
I hardly had to move my head to reach her. It was a perfect position. Her thoughtfulness humbled me. Her fingers danced over my scalp and did this movement where all the muscles in my body immediately relaxed. My tension forgotten.
I burned to thank her for not saying what I couldn’t.
Instead of answering her with words, I used action. Trapping the closest nipple in my mouth, I suckled, pulling the sensitive tip into my mouth and teased it with everything I had. My lips. My tongue. My teeth.
Sabrina groaned, arching against me, silently urging me to take more of her.
So I did.
First one breast and then her other. The new position making it easy for me to reach both her breasts without too much strain on my tender skin. I teased her until we were both moving restlessly against each other.
Unable to wait, I pressed a hand between our writhing bodies and made quick work of the button on her jeans, opening it just enough to squeeze underneath her thick jeans and the scrap of fabric covering her pussy.
She was so fucking wet.
It was my turn to groan as my fingers slid over her soaking wet sex. So fucking perfect. My lips moved over her nipple, teasing her, as my fingers quickly found her clit. Like I had with her nipples, I ran my thumb over her wet clit in circles while my middle finger ran down her slit. Teasing her. Finding that spot that made her groan and arch even more toward me.
“You have magic hands,” she murmured with a groan. “Why the hell does that feel better with your hands than with mine?”
Pretty sure it was a rhetorical question, but the mental picture of her touching herself had my dick straining against my clothes. We definitely had to do that. But later.
I groaned. Maybe we could do it together.
My fingers slipped through her wet folds. I stretched her tight little pussy with my middle finger, learning the feel of her warm, wet sex. But it wasn’t enough. I added another finger as I continued to tease her clit with my thumb. Her flesh stretched around my fingers. I closed my eyes and could easily imagine it was my dick inside her, feeling that tight, warm pussy stretching around me.
Our bodies moved against each other. Rubbing. Grinding. Aching. I wanted, needed, just a little more.
“Oh. Oh, Logan. I can’t, I’m gonna—” She gave a sharp shriek as her pussy clamped down on my fingers. Shudders shook her body as her sex pulsed around my fingers. It seemed to last forever.
And I loved every fucking second. Christ, I’d missed this. Sabrina. Sex. All of it.
Even though my dick still throbbed impatiently—and I hadn’t come—I had a huge grin on my face. I felt like I could do anything.
Sabrina gave a soft sigh. “That was amazing.”
“Mmhmm,” I hummed as my fingers slipped from her body and out of her pants.
She stretched and gave a little shimmy.
Then she fell off the couch.
“Shit!” I sat up and peered over the edge of the sofa. “You okay?”
Sabrina giggled. “Still fantastic. Although not as skinny as I thought.” Sitting up with a grin, she tossed her hair over her shoulder. “How about we move this little party to my bedroom?”
The grin slipped off my face. “I said I’d only starte
d therapy. I haven’t aced it yet. I’m not ready to show you…everything. I just…”
I trailed off, uncertain how to finish. I didn’t even like to look at that part of me in the mirror. How could I ask Sabrina to?
“Okay. Then let’s finish out here.” Sabrina moved forward on her hands and knees until she stopped between my splayed thighs. She gave me this naughty little smile as her hands came up to my fly. “There’s only one little part you gotta show me. You can keep all your clothes on. I swear.”
Then her busy little finger got to work on my fly, and I about swallowed my tongue. “Yes, ma’am.”
Chapter Eleven
Sabrina
My heart about broke when Logan bared his Achilles’ heel to me. After living with four guys for most of my life, I knew how much alpha men liked to look unaffected by everything. To share so much vulnerability with me had to be difficult for him. I loved that Logan could show that side to me—both literally and figuratively.
I wanted to reward him for trusting me so much. And what man didn’t love head?
I had yet to meet one.
I made quick work of his fly, peeling back the material and diving through the opening of his boxers until I could grab what I wanted. His cock was as big and impatient as I remembered. I held his throbbing dick in my hand, my thumb immediately going to that fold of skin just under the head, making his cock flex in my grip.
My mouth watered at the sight.
But first things first.
“Um,” I still held his dick as I cocked my head and cleared my throat. “Do you have any condoms?”
Logan closed his eyes with a muttered curse. “No.”
Shit, neither did I. I hadn’t had sex in…I couldn’t even bear to think about how long it’d been. My mind whirled with possible solutions. I could always grab a bottle of lotion and give him a hand—
“But, uh,” Logan’s rough voice cut off my thoughts. His cheeks filled with color and I bit my bottom lip to stop the smile from stretching across my face. He just looked so freaking cute when he was all uncertain and bashful. “I’m pretty sure I’m clean.”
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