Page 42 of Accepting Fate
The guy has a habit of spoiling any animal that comes into our family. The day I decided to keep Oliver, he came over with bags of cat toys and treats. Now the little shit is spoiled rotten and runs this house.
He is very picky about who he likes, and Wes, Dad, and Landon are on his shit list. Hell, I’m on it fifty percent of the time.
Every time they come over, Oliver glares at them from his throne on the back of the couch. When they walk by, he smacks them with his paw.
Mom thinks it’s hilarious when Wes and Oliver glare at each other until one looks away.
Wes always wins.
Downstairs is one big room. The kitchen and living room are separated by the island. The living room is made up of one giant couch that allows everyone a spot to stretch out. The couch faces a flat screen tv on a stone wall with a fireplace below.
A large sliding glass door fills almost the entire back wall of the house, showing the porch and forest behind.
When I was building this place, I had one goal. I didn’t want to feel suffocated in my own house and that’s why I put as many windows in this place as I could.
Off to the side of the kitchen, a staircase leads to the second floor where all the bedrooms are.
I abandon Oliver and his sulking and rush upstairs to my room to take a shower. On the way to my bedroom, I pass by one of the spare bedrooms and the office. I stop into my office quickly to plug in my tablet, so I won’t be stuck at my desk drawing while it’s charging.
My office doesn’t have much. I don’t spend a ton of time here. I’m either downstairs on the couch or at The Hideout if I have free time.
An oak desk sits in the center of the back wall with a black chair. A few drawings line the walls, and a leather couch sits on one wall. I have to keep this room shut or Oliver will come in here and sink his talons into the carpet. I’ve been meaning to swap the carpet for hardwood but in the winter, it’s nice to sit in here and not have my feet freezing.
I make my way to the bedroom and straight to the bathroom. I focused a lot of my attention on this room. For one thing, the shower is massive. I hated growing up feeling like I was suffocating in the tiny ass shower at my parents’ house. The bathroom was done before my bedroom was, and I didn’t give a shit I was sleeping on the couch downstairs while it got done.
After turning on the shower, I walk back to the sink and lean onto the counter. The past twenty-four hours have been unexpected. The night replays in my mind as I strip my clothes and step into the shower.
The hot water falls over my body from the waterfall faucet above. My muscles relax and my mind drifts to Logan.
Her body fit perfectly on top of mine. It took every amount of restraint I had to not flip her over and fuck the shit out of her when she was moving her body on top of mine.
Opening my eyes, I look down and see my dick is rock hard. I wrap my hand around my length and give it a few quick strokes. With one hand on the wall of the shower and the other on my dick, I let my mind drift to the girl that won't leave my mind.
Her piercing green eyes look up at me as she sinks to her knees in front of the couch. Timidly she starts unbuttoning my pants and takes out my aching cock. Grabbing the sides of her face, I tell her to open her mouth. Her eyes go wide with nervousness but then she smiles and opens wide, slowly taking me into her mouth. Logan takes me all the way to the base and sucks hard. My hands tangle in her hair as she bobs up and down. One of her hands dip between her legs and the other goes to pinch her erect nipples. She lets out a moan around my dick and my balls tighten, cum shooting on the wall of the shower.
My breathing is heavy, and I try to calm myself down from the visual of Logan on her knees.
I rush through the rest of my shower and hop out to see my phone ringing on the bathroom counter.
Wrapping a towel around my waist, I grab my phone and see Cassie’s name on the screen. Swiping the screen to answer, I hit the speaker button and walk to the dresser inside the walk-in closet.
“Hey Cass,” I say while I set my phone down on top of the dresser and take out a pair of boxers and socks from the top drawer.
“Hey, bossman. Just wondering if you knew you had a client today.”
“Yeah. I’m running a little bit late, but I’ll be there before they get there.”
Grabbing a black shirt with The Needle’s logo imprinted on the front, I slip it over my head.
“Yeah, about that. They’re here early.”
Cursing under my breath, I run my hands through my wet hair. “Shit. Tell them I’ll be there soon. I had to take care of something this morning.”
My clients are great and usually I’m there way before they get there, but I wasn’t leaving Logan in whatever fucking limbo we were in.
“Okay, boss. She said she has changes to the original design. I guess she forgot to message you and figured you two would discuss it at the appointment.”
“Did she show you the changes by any chance? This was supposed to be a headshot of her golden retriever on her forearm,” I say as I pull on my jeans and walk back to the bathroom to grab my keys and wallet.