Chapter 30: Chapter 30

LAUREN

Lauren woke up warm and cozy in her worn-in bed with puffy blankets and a pillow that molded to her head perfectly. After the café incident, she’d wanted the comfort of her home, not Logan’s cold, dark, and monotone apartment.

Her eyes fluttering open, she was relieved that her skin wasn’t damp and her stomach wasn’t threatening her with the urge to vomit. Her eyes met the sleepy gaze of a certain swoony billionaire who was smiling at her. Lauren gave him a small one back.

“Morning,” she said, feeling self-conscious because he looked just as good in the morning as he did at night.

He shifted onto his back and pulled her onto his chest. “How do you feel this morning?” he asked, stroking her hair.

“Better than I have in a long time.” She yawned, then stretched against him.

“I like waking up with you,” he said with a sigh.

She grinned, climbing onto his waist and looking down at him. “I like waking up with you too,” she said, rubbing herself along his thick length that was hard and ready for her.

He peered up at her through a half-open eye, his smirk stretching to one side of his face. Lauren licked her lips as he ran his fingers up her thigh, her stomach, and her breast to her nipple.

Shuddering, she loved the way it ignited such a bone-deep ache inside her with that simple touch. She arched into his caress as he cupped her breast, the flesh filling his hand while he tweaked the nipple, making her suck in a breath and grind against him.

And then the fire inside both of them exploded.

There were no gentle caresses; there were no tender kisses. It was all hot and fast with a demanding intensity that only grew hotter within her.

Lauren licked over her hand then reached between them, stroking his cock as he fucked her fist, kissing her and sliding his tongue along hers. She cried out as his fingers found her center.

His fingers fucked, flicked, and stroked until she was a panting, moaning mess. She writhed on top of him, trying to withstand the tight need for friction burning through her, but it was too much. She needed his cock inside her.

Positioning him at her entrance, she was about to slam down when he gripped her hips.

“Wait, you’re okay with this?” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Lauren gave him a reassuring smile, then slowly slid down his cock. Inch by glorious inch sank into her until he was buried to the hilt, throbbing within her pussy walls. She clenched around him, and he groaned.

“I want this. I need it,” she whispered, and then he was moving.

He thrust inside her like they had been apart for years, like he couldn’t breathe his next breath without her around him. She rode him hard, her pace fast as she tried to beat the tension, the molten lava in her core threatening to spread.

Lauren cried out, clutching the blankets as he rolled his hips to meet her. He gripped them with his big hands, slamming her onto him. His grunts and groans kept her going, kept her moving, until she was on the edge.

“Yes. Oh my god,” she cried out. “Don’t stop, Logan. Right there, please.”

And he did exactly what she needed. He pounded into her, hitting her G-spot over and over until she was a shivering mess around his cock.

Her pussy clamped around him, the volcano in her core erupting and spilling lava through her veins. Lauren rode out her orgasm, the end of it coming just as Logan groaned from deep in his chest and stilled his final thrusts inside her, releasing his hot cum within her walls.

She collapsed on him, breathing hard as he kissed the top of her head, his own breaths harsh.

“Wow. I missed you,” she panted out.

Chuckling through heavy breaths, he played with a strand of her hair. “I missed you too, sweetheart.”

Lauren sat up, gave him a kiss, then got off him. “I need a drink, do you want one?” she asked, pulling on panties and his shirt.

Logan put his arms behind his head and looked over to her. “Coffee, please. I’ll be up in a minute.”

“Hmm, I like the sound of that,” she teased then headed down the hallway to the kitchen.

Where Shana was. Drinking her smoothie and looking right at Lauren. Seemingly waiting for Lauren to emerge from her room. Seemingly ready to talk.

And so was Lauren, as the apartment had been icy the last few days with them not speaking. It was time to clear the air so all of them could move on to the new chapter of their lives—one where she, Logan, and the baby were together and Shana was okay with it.

Hopping off her barstool, Shana met Lauren on the threshold of the kitchen, holding her hand out to stop Lauren from talking first.

Not that she was going to.

“I want to apologize,” Shana said. “I had a little, tiny, minor control-freak moment where I may have gone a little too far, and I’m sorry.” Shana tucked a long strand of her hair behind her ear. “I didn’t have all the facts either, remember? I didn’t know you’d gotten so serious.”

Lauren processed the apology, nodding slowly, then went to make coffee.

“I’m sorry, Lauren,” Shana continued. “I should have backed off and let you do what you needed, and if it was a mistake, let you make it and learn from it. I should have trusted you, encouraged you. I should have been hyping you up, not getting in your way.”

Lauren stopped making her coffee and turned to Shana, shocked to see her with tears in her eyes. All of Lauren’s lingering anger vanished at Shana’s rare show of emotions. Shana wasn’t big on apologizing either, but she was really good at knowing when she needed to.

“I’m sorry, Lauren,” she said, a tear streaking down her cheek.

Lauren sniffled, her own tears falling, and moved in to hug her. “I know you are, Sha,” she said. “But”—she broke the hug and looked her in the eyes—“I’m not the only one you need to apologize to.” Lauren glanced at Logan, who stood in the kitchen behind Shana.

Turning, Shana saw him and nodded, then she took a deep breath before saying, “I misjudged you, Mr. Haw—”

“Please, Shana, call me Logan,” he said.

“I misjudged you, Logan,” she continued. “I thought you were an asshole to all the women you slept with, and I wanted more for Lauren. I didn’t think you really cared for her.”

Logan approached her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “I forgive you, Shana. You were just looking out for your best friend. I understand.” He came to Lauren’s side while she poured two glasses of coffee.

Shana sniffled, then wiped her eyes as she turned to face them. “So, now that we’ve established that I was a horrible bitch, can we move onto the part where I become the best aunt this kid is ever gonna get?” She grinned, looking between them.

Lauren chuckled, sitting at the breakfast bar with Logan beside her. Stirring her coffee, she cringed that hers was decaf, then looked longingly at Logan’s. He took a sip, and she pulled him in for a kiss, his lips shiny from the real coffee. He smirked against her then kissed her fully.

“That’s going to take some getting used to,” Shana said. “Woah, okay, pause.” When they stopped kissing, Shana continued. “What’s going to happen now?”

Tilting her head, Lauren asked, “What do you mean?”

“Dre is over a lot, but we’re quiet,” Shana said, pointing a finger between them. “You two are not. Not a fan of hearing my boss and my best friend fuck all the time. So is he moving in and buying the best noise-canceling headphones, or are you moving into his place?”

Lauren froze, mug at her lips. She hadn’t even thought about their living situation. And by Logan’s deer-in-the-headlights look, neither had he.