“Like you in my shirt babe.”
I look down at the shirt and then back at Logan and give him a half smile.
“Did you guys figure anything out?” I ask quietly, not really wanting to know what was going on, meanwhile knowing that I need to know what was going on.
“Not tonight. Tonight you sleep here with me. Tomorrow we’ll talk. Figure everything out. That alright with you?”
“Yeah, that sounds great.” I really needed some time to decompress without constantly thinking about my latest drama.
We had finally arrived at Logan’s house about two hours ago. He brought me straight up to his bedroom after I told him I needed a shower. I needed to relax under the spray of hot water. So when Logan offered I readily agreed.
His bathroom is amazing. No tub, but a shower big enough to fit half a football team. That huge. I didn’t know how to use all of the nozzles. Logan patiently showed me how to adjust the speed, the heat, the spray. After a little adjusting it was awesome. I felt better afterwards.
I took my time brushing my hair and drying it. Putting on lotion, just forgetting everything for a bit. Thanks to Logan I was able to do just that. The day passed quickly. Logan fed me, and got me settled in his room.
Now here I stand. Finally taking in my surroundings. Anything but look at Logan. It’s definitely a man’s room. His room has a dark cherry wood king size sleigh bed. Matching night tables on either side. A large and I mean large, flat screen television that takes up half of the wall across from the bed.
What makes this room magnificent is the picture window. It is positioned behind the bed and practically takes up the whole wall. It’s late, but the view is still breath taking. His ranch, the mountains behind it. I know the stable and horses are there, but it’s too dark to see them. The stars in the sky sparkle like little diamonds. And there are millions. Beautiful. I don’t think I could ever get used to a view like this. It’s almost as if my mind doesn’t believe what my eyes are seeing.
Logan is standing close in front of me now, if I was to take a deep breath I would be touching his chest. I don’t know if he’s scared to touch me. Does he think I need space? Does he think I’m too much trouble? His son is in the house, I heard him running around before. I know he’s sleeping now, but maybe I should go sleep on the couch.
“You hungry honey?” Logan asks gently while studying my face.
“No thanks, just feeling out of sorts. I was thinking that maybe I should go sleep on the couch, you know with Cody in the house and all.”
“You’re sleeping here. I’m up before Cody so don’t worry about that. But thanks for thinking of him. You tired?”
“Um, no?” This comes out as a question….wouldn’t I know if I’m tired or not. I need to get a grip.
Logan doesn’t wait another second for me to ask or say anything. Those inches disappear as he crushes our bodies together. His mouth crashes onto mine. He leans forward which brings my body down on his bed, him on top of me. I feel his weight on me. It’s a good feeling. No, it’s an amazing feeling.
I start to kiss Logan back with as much passion as he is giving me. His tongue is dancing with mine, teasing me. When I reach my tongue into his mouth, he sucks on it which makes me shiver.
My hands go to the back of Logan’s head, fingers running through his hair. I grab handfuls of hair holding his head to mine, almost afraid if I let go he will stop kissing me. He growls into my mouth as my fists tighten in his hair. I’m really glad he doesn’t get it cut often so I have a nice handful to grasp onto.
I feel Logan’s hand under my shirt stroking the bottom of my breast. I moan into his mouth. Suddenly my shirt, (or more accurately Logan’s shirt) is being tossed to the corner of the room. He places open mouth kisses on my neck, slowly making his way down. I arch my back pushing my body towards his attention. Finally, his mouth is where I want it, on my breast while his other hand is rolling my nipple in his fingers. The feeling is exquisite. I feel like I could come just from him sucking on me. I moan and arch my back off the bed so he sucks me in deeper.
I wrap my legs around Logan’s lower back as he is making his way lower on my body. Open mouth kisses all over my chest, my stomach. I have my hands in his hair relishing this moment. My breath is coming in rapid gasps. I am anticipating his mouth on me, there.
Logan looks up at me with hooded eyes. I am barely able to focus on his face. “I can’t wait to taste you. Been dreaming about this since the first day I saw you.”
What could I say? I let my head fall back on a moan. Logan chuckles as he rips my panties from my body. I think that Neanderthal move alone gave me a mini orgasm.
Logan kisses my left upper thigh, his day old scruff scraping against my skin. The sensation of his whiskers feels so good against my sensitive skin. He’s teasing me when his mouth deliberately skips over where I need him most and kisses my right thigh, biting me lightly and then licking away the sting. I start to wiggle to try to move Logan where I need him to be. Just as he lifts his head and I know, just know that I am going to have his mouth on me I hear…. “Daddy.” I freeze because this is said right by my left ear.
I turn so quickly I’ll be surprised if I don’t exhibit signs of whiplash, expecting Cody to be standing there. Knowing there is no way to explain our way out of this situation and that there are going to be years of therapy bills over what he is witnessing.
Logan drops his head and says, “Fuck.”
Cody is not next to me but there is a little white box, which I recognize as a monitor.
“I’m so sorry darlin’’. I gotta go check on Cody. I keep that there so I can hear him in his room. I’m sure he just wants water or something. Fuck, I’m sorry.” He’s looking up at me from the juncture of my thighs. Looking remorseful, and so beyond sexy that I just sink back into the bed.
Cody has said “Daddy” about four more times.
Logan gets up and is pulling on a pair of cut off sweatpants. His impressive erection straining the front of his black briefs. “I would never leave you hanging like that, but my son…”
I interrupt him. “Logan go see to Cody. I’m not going anywhere.” I smile at him. And it’s a genuine smile. Not the fake smiles I have felt forced to paint on my face since the accident. He’s proving himself to be a great man, and father. I can’t fault him for having to go to his son. Although the timing sucks. Cody needs his dad.
“You have no idea how fuckin sexy you look right now. I’ll be back quick. Don’t fall asleep. We are not done here, not by a long shot.”
“Not a chance cowboy.” I wink at Logan.
A few seconds later I hear Logan through the monitor.
“Hey buddy, you ok?”
“Yeah Daddy, what you doing?”
“Daddy was tired and about to go to sleep, are you thirsty?”
“Nope.”
“Ok, let’s get you tucked back in big guy.”
“Daddy.”
“Yeah Cody.”
“Do you like Laura?”
“Yeah buddy I like her. Do you like her?”
“Yeah, she nice and pretty, and funny. I like the way she talks. And she let me name her cat, that was cool. Ashley think she nice too. And she doesn’t make those googly eyes that the other moms make at you.” Cody giggles.
“All right Cody lets get you back to sleep.” I hear Logan chuckling.
“Do you think Laura like me Daddy?”
“Yeah I think she likes you a lot.”
I roll to my stomach with the monitor now in front of my face. I am wearing a stupid smile. I will have to show Cody how much I like him so he never has to question that again, ever.
“Yeah, and she making me man jewelry.”
“How bout you go to sleep and I’ll make sure Laura’s here to have breakfast with us in the morning.”
“Really?”
Oh, my god….my heart is melting from this conversation. I bet Logan doesn’t even realize that I can hear him through the monitor. I f
eel like an eavesdropper, but so glad I got to hear it anyway.
“Yeah really.”
“Maybe she make us breakfast. I don’t like what Aunt Zoe cooks. It tastes mushy.”
“We’ll see buddy. Now go to sleep.”
“Can you just read me a little story? Please Daddy.”
“Not tonight buddy, go back to sleep.”
“Please Daddy.”
“OK buddy, just a little one, then right to sleep.”
Mental note to self, make fresh cinnabuns in the morning with lots of icing for Cody.
I turn over in bed and listen to Logan start to read a story to Cody. His voice is so soothing, I try to keep my eyes open but feel myself drifting off to sleep. And even with the crappy, emotional day I had, I fall fast asleep with a smile on my face.
Chapter Twenty
Cinnabuns
I wake up to something warm and solid against me. I open my eyes slowly and see that I am wrapped around a very sexy, very sleeping Logan. I gently pry my body from his to let him sleep longer.
After using the facilities I rummage through my bag and find a pair of cut off jean shorts and a cute halter top. Pull my wild hair into a pony tail, make-up free I make my way towards the kitchen. Zoe is sitting on a chair sipping a cup of tea.
“Morning Zoe." I say gently as not to scare her.”
“Hi Laura. How are you sweetheart?”
I keep to myself that I feel a little embarrassed, I’m sure she knows that I spent the night. Zoe must feel my unease.
“Logan told me that you are going to be spending a few day’s here. Let me know if you need anything. Anything at all.”
“Thanks Zoe. You want a warm up?” I gesture towards her tea cup, as I make myself a cup of coffee.
“No sweetie, I’m good. You’re up early. Usually I’m the only one up at this ungodly hour.”
“I thought I would surprise the boy’s with my world famous cinnabuns, if you don’t mind of course.” I feel my cheeks blush.
“Another person offering to cook. I don’t mind at all.”
I smile at Zoe. “Be prepared to have your sweet tooth satisfied this morning then.”
Zoe smiles at me as I ask her where the ingredients are. Thankfully she keeps a fully stocked kitchen. We make small talk as I make the dough and cinnamon sugar concoction for the buns.
After the dough is rolled to my satisfaction I sit down with Zoe. She looks at me and then opens her mouth as though she wants to say something, but shuts it again. All righty then.
When she does it a second time I look up at her and smile. “Zoe, is there something you want to say to me?” I’ve never been one to hold my tongue, so why start now.
“Logan told me that you’ve been having a rough time.”
“Yeah, this past year has not been easy for me. I admit, I never thought I would laugh or even smile again. But moving here has lightened my heart. Meeting Logan and Cody and for that matter everyone so far has been, ah, for lack of a better word, uplifting. If that makes sense.”
“You miss them don’t you?” Zoe asks looking at me with a soft expression.
I look down into my coffee; absently stir it with my spoon while thinking. “Yeah, with all my heart.” I answer softly. Logan must have told her about my sister and niece.
I am lost in thought when I feel Zoe grasp my hand gently stopping my continuous stirring. I look up at her but she is a little hazy through my teary eyes.
“I know you don’t really know me. And I know you may not even believe me, but I swear it down to my old bones. They’re happy. They are in a place so beautiful you wouldn’t even believe it if I tried to explain it to you.” I feel a tear escape and travel down my cheek. I just nod at Zoe and hope with everything I am that she’s right.
“Ahhh. But you know. They want you to be happy too. You’ll see them some day. Life is short, as you know, so you need to do things for you, make yourself happy. Live your life honey. Take it from this old biddy. Life can be amazing and beautiful. At the same time sad and lonely. Different paths led you here for a reason. Don’t question it, embrace it.” Zoe grasps my hand, and moves to her feet. “This old lady needs to stretch her legs. I’ll be back in a bit.”
“OK Zoe, thank you.”
Zoe grasps my shoulder with her hand giving me a kind and gentle squeeze.
The kitchen is starting to smell divine. I am sitting on one of the stools just soaking in this amazing room. It is a cooks dream. The appliances are top of the line stainless steel. There is a huge window behind the kitchen sink that overlooks the stream.
The kitchen cabinets are honey wood, and they are all over the walls. You would think by the size of the table that they feed twenty people for breakfast, lunch and dinner. It’s awesome. It looks handmade. An intricate design of flowers on a vine is carved into the legs.
I just finished making the icing for the buns and am sitting here gazing out the window when I feel his presence. It’s as though the air in the room changes. I look to the door and there he is…Logan. Shoulder leaning against the doorframe, legs crossed looking sexy as all get out. Bare feet, worn out jeans that fit so well it should be illegal. A black tee is stretched over his bulging biceps, yet showcasing his narrow hips. The belt is black thick leather. Hair still wet from a shower, face unshaven. Yum. Better than any cinnabun could ever be.
I must have been staring at him with every expression readable on my face because the heat in Logan’s eyes is palpable. He saunters over to me. Yes saunters. He doesn’t strut, or walk, it’s graceful, powerful. In control of every step every action. Scary, yet fascinating at the same time.
He stops in front of me and looks into my eyes. “How’d you sleep babe?” He asks while brushing a piece of hair that has fallen out of my pony tail behind my ear.
“Great.” I choke out still staring into the eyes of the man I’d like to ravish. I was never one to like endearments. Always thought of them as fake words used loosely without meaning. But all of Logan’s darlin’s, and now baby, makes my insides melt.
“Glad honey.” Then Logan leans down and brushes my lips with a soft kiss.
Ah. Yum. “What smells so good in here?”
“I’m making Cody cinnabuns.” I answer blinking rapidly, pulling myself out of my Logan stupor.
“Cinnabuns?”
“Yeah, cinnabuns.”
“Well, alright.” Logan say’s with a smile.
“You told Zoe about my sister and niece.” I don’t know why this blurts out of my mouth. And the way I say it is accusingly. It’s not like I care that he told her, I don’t know why I sound defensive.
“No, babe.” Logan answers. Watching me while I pour him a cup of coffee.
Well that’s weird.
“How do you like your coffee?”
“Black.”
I hand Logan his coffee and he pulls me between his legs placing the cup on the side.
“Laura, Zoe is well known in the area. People seek her out. She see’s things others can’t. It’s a gift. If you want me to tell her not to mention anything to you again I will. She means no harm.”
“You mean you really didn’t say anything?” I question.
“No darlin’, if I said I didn’t, I didn’t. I got no reason to lie to you. Now that we have that out of the way, can I have a good morning kiss?”
I open my mouth to respond to him telling him…. well who knows what…but the words are stuck and won’t come out. I’m floored with what he just imparted to me about Zoe. Is she a medium? I have a million questions. When I look up about to speak Logan takes that opportunity to crash his lips down on mine. My mouth being slightly open to respond is in perfect position for him to take over.
And what a good morning kiss it is. If Logan wasn’t holding me up I would have fallen to the floor. He pulls away to slide his cheek against mine. Whispering in my ear, “You fell asleep on me last night babe. Was hungry, and now I’m starving.”
“The cinnamon muffins sh
ould be done in a few minutes.” I whisper then look up into Logan’s eyes. His body starts shaking with withheld laughter. “Not for food babe, I was hungry for a taste of you.”
My mouth drops open and all that I can utter is “Oh.” Logan smiles at my speechlessness and quickly kisses my nose and moves me to sit on the stool. He must have Daddy hearing because two seconds later Cody comes in the kitchen. He is dressed in cowboy pajamas with sleep ruffled hair. He is completely, absolutely adorable.
“Laura, you’re here. Daddy said maybe you would come for breakfast.”
I hop off the stool and go up to a smiling Cody. “Did better than that handsome, I made you a special breakfast. It will knock your socks off.”
Cody smiles up at me and then looks to his feet. “But I’m not wearing any socks.”
Laughing, I grasp his hand and bring him over to the counter, “You have the best and most important job in the house. You get to taste the icing to see if it came out good.”
“Icing?” Cody asks wide eyed.
“What? You don’t like icing.” I mock gasp. Spoon held in the air with the icing on it. Cody is eying me carefully, like he is waiting for the catch.
“I don’t like icing Laura, I love icing!”
I throw my hands in the air and yell, “Yay!”
Cody and Logan both look at each other and then burst out laughing. “Laura silly Daddy.”
Whatever.
I hand Cody the spoon and he goes to town licking it. A permanent smile on his face that is getting a little sticky. Logan leans over and sticks his finger on the side of the bowl stealing a taste.
I decide to tease, don’t ask me why. I stick my finger in the bowl too and moan when I suck my finger clean. Logan is now staring at me with hooded eyes. I look at him and smile. He shakes his head smiling back. But his look is full of promises of later. And I can’t wait.
The timer on the oven goes off and I manage to thickly ice the cinnamon muffins; we sit down and eat them having comfortable conversation.
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