Lip Smacker

by Bailey, Alison G.

“That’s what I thought I said. Slide.”

  Wavy was playing with Logan. There was nothing in the rules that stated a player had to say anything when landing on those particular spaces. Wavy’s favorite show of all time was The Carol Burnette Show. She never missed an episode. She loved it so much that when the show came out on DVD I snagged the entire collection for her.

  There was a recurring bit where Carol Burnette and the others played a southern family of misfits. In one of the more famous sketches the family is sitting around the table playing none other than Sorry. In thick southern accents, the characters would drag out the word slide for as long as possible. Since pulling Logan’s leg was making Wavy happy, I wasn’t going to rescue him and spoil her fun.

  “Yes, you said slide, but the rules of the game specifically state the word must be pronounced sli-i-i-i-ide. Say it with me.”

  “Sli-i-i-ide,” they said in unison only Logan didn’t drag out the “i” to Wavy’s liking.

  “You’re not quite getting it, young man. Let’s try it again.”

  This went on for another five minutes. The only other noise in the room was an occasional cough from me as I tried to hold in my laughter. By the time the lesson was over, Logan was mimicking Wavy not only in speech, but also in how she was sitting a little hunched over in the chair.

  After the game Wavy said she was tired and wanted to go lie down. Once I had her settled in her bed, I closed the door and went to join Logan. I found him putting the board games back on the bookshelf where Wavy kept them. I stood at the end of the hallway that led into the living room and watched him.

  He wasn’t only a bright light in my world, Wavy had taken quite a shine to him as well. After so many years of it being just her and me it was nice to have a different energy in the house. A very hot energy at that.

  Logan turned around, catching me in the act of gawking at him.

  “What are you looking at, Slugger?”

  I slowly sauntered over to him. With each step his smile got bigger and bigger.

  “One sexy specimen of a man.”

  Stopping in front of him, I placed my palms flat on his chest, and looked up at him. “Thank you.”

  Automatically, Logan’s hands landed on my hips. “For what?”

  I inhaled his fresh scent. “Being you.”

  “You like that, do ya? Me being me.”

  “I like it very much.”

  Slipping my hands up his chest and around the back of his neck, I pulled his lips to mine. I nibbled on his lower lip before slipping the tip of my tongue out and flicked it. Logan opened his mouth just enough to let my tongue slide in. I took my time exploring his entire mouth and he let me. The kiss was slow and deep. The temperature in the room and the heat between my legs were both becoming unbearable. Logan broke free from the kiss, peppering my jaw all the way to behind my earlobe with kisses.

  “I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered holding my hips tightly against him.

  I tilted my head to the side giving his mouth plenty of room to work me into a frenzy.

  “I was going to say the same exact thing about you.”

  “Great minds.”

  As Logan’s mouth worked its magic, I glanced out the window to see Pearl making her way up the walk. “The next shift is on the way. How about we head to my place and continue this mind body meld?”

  “I was going to say the exact same thing.” He sucked on my earlobe, sending shivers throughout my entire body.

  “Really? Those exact words?”

  “My version: for the rest of today your hot little body is mine and once we get back to your place I plan on fucking you in every room and in every way possible.”

  I quickly met Pearl at the door, letting her know Wavy was resting and to call me if she needed me. Without another word uttered between Logan and myself, I took him by the hand, dragged him across the street, up the stairs, and into my place.

  STEPPING INSIDE, I TURNED to close the front door. Logan came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. Automatically, my back melted against his chest. I could feel how hard he was, which turned me on even more. I felt so free and sexy with Logan.

  Grasping the hem of my shirt, he tugged it up and over my head, tossing it to the side. As he nibbled my neck, his hands traveled up to my breasts. He slipped two fingers under my bra and pulled down the lace. My tits sprang free, my nipples already puckered and screaming for his touch.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, Lip,” he said against my neck as he rolled my nipples between his fingers.

  “You make me feel that way.”

  “What do you want me to do to you?”

  “What you’re doing right now is pretty amazing,” I moaned.

  Suddenly, Logan’s hands fell and he spun me around to face him. The look in his eye was intense and hot as hell.

  “How do you want me to fuck you, Lip?”

  “You keep talking like that and I’m going to come right here and now. Um… What are my choices?”

  A devilish smile spread across his handsome face. “Oh no, I’m not running this show. You are.”

  Sweat and other bodily fluids poured out of me like a tsunami. I had never been this turned on by just words.

  My gaze drifted for a second before I said, “I really liked how it felt when you were behind me.”

  Logan gave me a quick kiss before turning me around and lifting my skirt. Thank my lucky stars I wore a skirt today. The feeling of my panties gliding down my legs bumped all my sensations into overdrive. I was in such an erotic fog that I wasn’t even aware that Logan had unzipped his pants until I felt him rub against me. His hands returned to my breasts as his hips rocked into me.

  “Does this feel good?” he whispered in my ear.

  “God, yes.”

  “Have you ever been fucked like this before?”

  “No, sir.”

  “Good. I need you to put your hands flat against the door, spread your legs apart, and brace yourself.”

  I did as instructed.

  At first, Logan took it slow, letting me get familiar with the sensation. After the initial adjustment, things took off like a bullet. Gone was the southern gentleman. Enter the commanding beast. And I loved it. Between the feel of Logan’s thrusts and watching my breasts bounce I was on the verge of exploding. When Logan reached around and slipped his hand between my legs, I was done. I came crashing down, convulsing in his arms.

  “You okay, Slugger?”

  “Better than okay.”

  Logan then turned me to face him, slapped his big hands on my ass, and lifted me up. Pressing my back into the door, he slammed into me again and again, until release overcame him.

  Moving into the living room, we continued kissing, licking, sucking, and fucking—only this time sitting down. Thirty-five minutes later after rehydrating, we took it to the kitchen. More of the same but now with the addition of frosting. Logan carried me down to the basement guestroom, but what we really needed was a nap, and we ended up falling asleep in each other’s arms, which was pretty amazing.

  When I woke up it took me a second to realize where I was. I didn’t usually spend a lot of time in my guestroom. Looking over at Logan, the entire afternoon came rushing back. It was still hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that this incredible man was mine. Logan’s eyes squinted open and aimed right at me.

  I turned over onto my stomach, and snuggled into his side. “I hope you realize how much I love you, Logan Heath.”

  “I feel it every time I’m with you, talk to you, or think about you. It’s been a busy couple of weeks. How ya doing, Slugger?”

  “I’m okay.”

  He shifted, wrapped his arm around me and pulled me to his chest.

  As his thumb traveled back and forth against my arm, he placed a soft kiss on my forehead. “Don’t bullshit me.”

  “I’m scared.” Logan tightened his hold on me. “The other day I was looking at some pictures on my phone that I took before t
he cruise. Wavy looked so happy in them. She’s aged a lot in such a short time.”

  “I wish there was something I could do to make everything better.”

  I looked up at him. “You are making things better, Logan. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

  “I can’t take away your pain or fear.”

  “No, but you make it tolerable. Just being able to admit it out loud helps. I won’t let Wavy know how frightened I am to live without her. She’s my home.” My voice cracked on the last few words.

  Logan rolled me onto my back.

  Hovering over me, he said, “I love you, Lip. As long as I’m around I’ll be your home.”

  AS I SPRINKLED A cup of powdered sugar into the mixing bowl, my mind wandered to yesterday and how great it was. I got to spend it with the two most important people in the world to me. I could tell Wavy had a good time and enjoyed having Logan join us again. She hadn’t said a word about him being around a lot more. I held back on any discussion about him, because talking about Logan made me happy.

  At my parents’ funeral, an old friend from school came up to me, supposedly to give me her condolences. She gave me the pity look and said she was sorry, then launched into all the wonderful things happening in her life.

  Read the room, dumbass.

  I was not going to do that to my grandmother. When I’d gone over last night to check on her, to my surprise, she restrained herself from asking about the in-depth details of my relationship. I breathed a sigh of relief, because I wasn’t that sure what the details were.

  Logan and I loved each other and wanted to be together. Those two things I knew for sure. But we hadn’t talked about the typical relationship stuff, like being exclusive. I mean, we loved each other, so one would assume the exclusivity clause was a given. Plus, you don’t have that much sex with a person and not be exclusive. Right? At least, I considered it a lot. Granted, I hadn’t had sex in a long time. I guess it was possible that what qualified as a lot could have changed over the years.

  Before I could go any further down the rabbit hole of doubt, the sound of bells called me to the front of the shop.

  I pushed through the swinging doors to find Amber standing at the front counter.

  “Having another bowel dilemma?” I said sweetly.

  “Ha-ha. I came in to congratulate you.”

  “For?”

  “Selling this shitty little dump.”

  “While it gives me no pleasure to tell you that you’re wrong, you are wrong.” I smirked. “Oh, how about that, I did get some pleasure from it.”

  “I have to hand it to Logan, no one in the office thought he’d be able to do it.”

  “Look, Amber, I’m not sure what office gossip you heard, and frankly, I don’t care. If you’re not here to buy cupcakes you can leave.”

  “He kept telling Mr. Harper there was no way you’d be willing let go of this junk pile. That you’d have to be forced out.”

  I knew Amber was just trying to sow the seed of doubt. She was angry with me because in her mind, I took Logan from her.

  I actually felt a little bad for her. I needed to be the adult in the room. “I realize you’re young and immature—”

  “You’re going to be forced out because of some kind of zoning thingy. Logan was able to pull some strings with the zoning department. He’ll stop at nothing to get his clients what they want. Even if it means stepping on the little people.”

  Staring at this conniving little bitch, I forced my mind to stay in the present and not let her force me on the path she was going down when suddenly my phone rang. I slipped it from my back pocket and looked down. My stomach did a somersault at the sight of Wavy’s name on the screen.

  “Hey, Wavy,” I said turning away from Amber.

  “Lip, it’s Mozelle.”

  My chest tightened.

  “Hey, Mo, what’s up?” I tried to keep my voice calm.

  “Your grandmother needs to talk with you.”

  I could hear Wavy breathing heavily as she took the phone.

  “Elipheleta, I’m not feeling very well.” Her voice was weak.

  “Okay. Are you in pain?”

  “Yes.”

  Her one word response caused my heart to skip a beat. “I’m going to call 911, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  “And I’ll be right there. I’m leaving now. I love you, Wavy.” My voice choked on the last sentence.

  “I love you, my sweet girl.”

  I hung up and immediately dialed 911. Then I called Pearl, who headed out the door to be at her dearest friend’s side while still on the phone with me. I didn’t have Mr. Abrams’ number. Why the fuck didn’t I get his number? I dialed Logan’s number, but it went straight to voicemail. I knew if I tried to tell him what was happening I’d lose it, so I didn’t bother leaving a message.

  I walked toward the register and started shutting it down, completely ignoring Amber in the process. I made my way around the counter to the front of the bakery, clicked off the Open sign and opened the door.

  “You need to leave. I have an emergency,” I said, nervous energy coursing through my body.

  She sauntered toward me, a knowing smile plastered across her face.

  “I’m privy to a lot of confidential information. It seems Logan got down and dirty to make the deal happen. He even told Mr. Harper he had fun screwing you…over.”

  My grip tightened on the door handle. In a moment of weakness, I took her bait.

  “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  “You poor unaware thing. That’s big business for ya. It’s cutthroat. I hope everything turns out all right with that emergency.” Her lips pursed into a straight line as her brows furrowed, a fake display of empathy.

  For a moment it felt like a thousand-ton sledgehammer had hit me in the gut. But I didn’t have time for this snide woman’s attempt at hurting me. All I cared about was getting to my grandmother.

  Two hours later I was sitting next to Wavy’s hospital bed. My grandmother wasn’t a big woman by any means, but in this bed she looked especially tiny and frail. By the time I had arrived at her house earlier Pearl, Mozelle, and the ambulance were already there. I ran inside to find Wavy strapped to a stretcher. Her eyes found mine immediately and in one look we communicated how much we loved each other.

  Once they put Wavy in the ambulance, I turned and saw two visibly shaken dear ladies with tears pooling in their eyes.

  Pulling us into a group hug, I whispered, “She’s going to be okay.”

  Nodding their heads in agreement was the only response they could manage. Before catching up with the ambulance, I made sure both ladies got home safely and promised I’d call as soon as I had any news.

  My emotions were completely raw as I watched my grandmother sleep. The doctor had given her stronger medicine for the pain, causing her to drift in and out of consciousness. She wasn’t hurting, which was all I cared about at the moment.

  After running tests and doing a scan, the doctor informed me that the cancer was becoming more aggressive. Because of Wavy’s age and the lack of treatment, we were looking at possibly a few more weeks. My knees buckled when I heard the news. I had to brace myself against the wall to keep from falling down.

  I wasn’t expecting that strong of a reaction. It wasn’t like this was new information to me. Wavy and I had planned for this day when she decided not to have any other treatment if the cancer were to come back. When someone doesn’t look or act sick, it’s easy to pretend they’re not sick. It’s even easier to believe that they aren’t dying. But that’s exactly what was happening to Wavy. My grandmother. My family. My home. And as much as the two of us thought we had prepared for the inevitable, it still caused an indescribable pain in my heart and soul.

  Suddenly, there was a light knock at the door. I wiped the tears from my cheeks and cleared my throat. I needed to be alert and not a bundle of emotions when the doctor spoke to me. Not wanting to wake Wavy, I got up and wa
lked quietly to the door. I opened it to find Logan standing in the hallway with a pained look on his face.

  I stepped out into the hall and said, “How did you know I was here?”

  “I saw I had a missed call from you. I texted and called you.”

  “I had my phone off.”

  “When I didn’t hear back I stopped by the bakery. Then I ran by your place and saw Pearl and Mo. They told me what happened. How’s Wavy?”

  All of a sudden, Amber’s words came flooding back into my head.

  “You poor unaware thing.”

  “You’re going to be forced out.”

  “He had fun screwing you…over.”

  All of the doubts I had about Logan flooded my mind. No one knew Logan and I were together, especially not Amber. Why come into the bakery to gloat? I knew he was too good to be true. I’m such an idiot. I should have listened to my gut.

  “Don’t call her that. She’s my grandmother not yours,” I blurted out.

  Looking shocked at my words, Logan studied my face. “I realize that, but I care about her. Do you need anything? I can run by your place and pack you an overnight bag.”

  “No, I don’t need anything…or anyone.”

  “I’m here for you.” With his arms outstretched, he took a step toward me for a hug.

  I backed away. “I’m not all that sure anymore.”

  “What are you talking about? You mean everything to me.”

  “Is it true?”

  “Of course it is, Lip.”

  My vision was getting blurry from tears. “Really? I found out about your legal maneuverings for Harper regarding my bakery.”

  His gaze dropped to the floor as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

  “Lip, it’s not what you think.”

  And that was the second my heart shattered into a million little pieces.

  “Amber stopped by the bakery this afternoon,” I said, deadpan.

  “We need to talk, but not now. You’re too upset.”

  “She came in to congratulate me. She said word around the office is that The Closer closed another seemingly impossible deal. The acquisition of a bakery for Harper Investments.”