Page 99 of Accepting Fate
I pull away and kiss down her neck then sit back on my knees and take her with me.
"Shirt off,” I command.
Logan doesn’t hesitate and the shirt is off in seconds.
"Lay down.”
Biting her lip, she lays back down. I start at her lips again and kiss my way down her neck to her breast and swirl my tongue around her nipple.
Logan's hands go to my hair, and she lets out a moan.
Sucking her nipple into my mouth, I roll the other one between my thumb and forefinger, so it doesn’t feel left out. I switch sides and continue my way down her body until I get to my favorite place.
Logan is panting while I stare at her sweet pussy. I can’t help myself and I run my fingers through the wetness dripping from her and bring my fingers to my mouth, tasting her arousal. My eyes don’t move from hers and she reaches over to her nightstand to put her glasses on.
Needing more, I position my head between her legs and lick her folds. Logan’s hands go back to my head and push my mouth against her pussy.
"Please, Grayson,” she begs.
I give my girl what she wants and suck her clit into my mouth. Then slip two fingers into her, fucking her hard and fast.
Logan is practically vibrating underneath me, and I can tell she’s close. When I feel her walls start to contract, I slip my fingers out and sit up. Not wasting a second, I line my dick up with her entrance and push into her. Hard.
Falling forward, I catch myself on my forearms on either side of her head and her legs wrap around my waist.
Knowing exactly what she needs, I kiss her. She opens up instantly and we devour each other.
I feel her walls start squeezing the life out of my dick as I drive harder and harder into her. Sliding my hand between us, I rub her clit and she goes off like a rocket and takes me with her.
Logan hugs me to her. Not wanting to leave her heat, I roll over so that she is now on top of me, resting on my chest.
Threading my fingers through her hair and kissing the top of her head, I say, "Go back to sleep. I promise I won’t wake you up again."
Logan plants a kiss on my chest. "But I love it when you go full caveman.”
I chuckle. "I know you do. Now sleep.”
"What time is it?” she asks.
Ignoring her, I try to coax her back to sleep by running my hand up and down her back. Every time I do this, she passes out.
I feel like shit for keeping her up. She worked all day then came over here to check on me. I’m sure the last thing she expected was to find me sitting alone in the dark. I know she’s exhausted, but I needed her. It felt like I released a breath I had been holding in for years when I finally told her that story out loud. I didn’t expect to get as bent out of shape as I did but it felt right telling Logan.
Eliza’s anniversary is different each year. This year hit harder because the longer I sat on my balcony, I tried to understand why I felt so angry. Then it hit me.
I started putting together all the small things Logan does. The need to check the doors and make sure everything is locked up, how jumpy she is when someone sneaks up behind her, the scars on her back, calling her ‘princess’.
Eliza was nervous and shy when she first got to the house. No one could touch her for the first week she was there without her balling her hands in a fist.
The longer I sat there, I realized all of the similarities between Eliza and Logan. I watched her as I told my mom and Eliza’s story, and she didn’t realize it but she was giving me the same look of understanding that she gave Alana.
I didn’t want it to be true, but it’s hard to ignore the facts when they keep slapping you in the fucking face.
All I know is that my patience is wearing thin with all these secrets. I need her to tell me so that I can get rid of whoever this fucker is that put those scars on her back.
Logan breaks me out of my thoughts by poking me in the ribs. "Stop trying to put me to sleep. I’m wide awake now.”
Kissing the top of her head, I reach over and grab my phone off the nightstand. "I’ll make you a deal. You stay here and sleep and I’ll go grab breakfast from the diner.”