Confessions and Consequences

BECCA

I moved closer to him, and Logan pulled me onto his lap. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, leaning into him. He placed his palm on my cheek and looked me in the eyes. His eyes were full of tenderness. I almost felt hope spread over my whole body.

“Were you crying?” Logan’s whisper sent shivers down my spine.

“Yeah... A little...” Our eyes were locked. I was even afraid to blink.

“I am so sorry about that, babe…”

Logan said it and leaned in to kiss each of my eyelids. Then he moved his lips to my cheeks and only then to my lips. This kiss was different from all of our kisses. It wasn’t heated or passionate. It was slow, but it was radiating love.

When he leaned away from me, he tightened his grip on my hips. He was showing me without words that he wanted me to stay close. I had nothing against it.

“Rebecca, after dropping a bomb like that on me, you shouldn’t have left so fast. I needed time to process it. To make a decision.”

“And? What did you decide?”

“My kiss wasn’t enough? Damn, I thought I was convincing,” Logan leaned into me and hid his head in the hollow of my shoulder. I felt his breath on my skin, and a thousand butterflies burst in my belly.

“Becca, I am sorry for lying to you and for hiding the obvious... Of course, I still have feelings for you. It was so stupid of me to try to deny it…”

“Yeah, your words were very different from your actions…”

“God knows how hard I tried to forget about you and I was fucking sure that I was successful, until I saw you again.”

He laughed heartily, and I felt my body start to relax.

“Well, no, I was able to convince myself that I just want you... But when I found out that Chase is a married guy now and after I kissed you in my room, damn, Rebecca…”

“Still, in the park, you told me that you didn’t love me anymore.”

Logan placed his lips on my neck and let them travel to my jaw. I bit my lower lip, trying to hide my excitement.

“You’re a smart girl, and you already felt that I was lying. At least to myself. When I kissed you for the second time, everything became crystal clear. I still love you, Becca, and having sex with you felt wrong… Because I didn’t want to let this feeling overcome me.”

“I tried to fight it… Letting Drew talk to you, spending my time with Teresa…”

“I think I could have guessed that she would be there… But it slipped my clouded mind… Since the moment I saw how you looked at me, while I was going down the aisle… I was expecting you to come to me… So I was sad to know that she was there and you were spending your time with her…”

“Drew didn’t waste his time.”

“I had a feeling that you were pushing me to spend time with him… Especially when he came to our bathroom while I was there. He said that you told him where to find me.”

“Yeah, something like that… I saw you two dancing… I thought I would need to empty my mind again. You would be with him, and I would use Teresa to help me… But that motherfucker decided to tell you about…” Logan coughed.

“About your sexual escapades with double penetration.” I locked eyes with Logan. I didn’t see even a hint of embarrassment.

“That. And you strode away from him, drowning your bad mood in alcohol... But you know, I think now that it was a good thing that you were that wasted.” Okay, I guess we will talk about his sexual experiments later.

“How so?”

“Honestly? Because I had the perfect opportunity to end my useless relationship with Teresa. If it weren’t for you, I would have probably had sex with her.

“But you told me all about your feelings and I... I couldn’t... Fuck, she tried, Becca, believe me. But no. We spent the night in one bed, with our backs turned to each other.”

“Well, I thought it might be something like that. Liam told me that he saw you two together this morning…”

“I went into your room in the middle of the night, and you weren’t there... I think I saw a hickey... Who did that?”

“Riley.”

“What?!” He was surprised, I could tell. My lips stretched into a big smile.

“Yeah... I left the room immediately when Teresa took you away from me. I almost fell asleep in the hallway, leaning my back on the wall…”

“Still, it doesn’t explain anything.”

“Riley found me in the hallway. She tried to walk me back into my room. I yelled at her, or at least I wanted to. She helped me and took me to her room. I was in a mood and whining, so I told her that you rejected me…”

Logan stared me in the eyes. He waited for me to continue my story.

“You know, two rejected and drunk girls—it’s a terrible combination.”

“Did you sleep with her?”

“Uh-huh.” I shrugged my shoulders.

In a few seconds, Logan turned around and placed me on the bed. He hovered over me, and I stared into his eyes. I wanted him badly. I licked my lips and watched as he followed the movement of my tongue with his eyes.

“Logan…”

“Yeah?”

“I am not on the pill. Do you have condoms?”

“Unfortunately,” he pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Then he just took off his shorts with his briefs at once.

Oh my God, this man was perfect. I remembered the feelings I felt when it was our first time. Even then, he was gorgeous, but now he was beyond anything I could have expected. Every line, every muscle, and every bicep was defined.

I enjoyed just looking at him: his tattoos, his scar, his fit abdomen, and his hard cock, so long and thick. I felt my arousal becoming stronger with every second.

Logan placed his hand on my towel and stripped me down, taking it off me. Even in the darkness of the room, I saw his eyes darkening and his pupils widening. Evident admiration and desire were reflected in my own eyes.

He took me in his arms, wrapping them around my waist. He climbed on my bed, positioning us in the middle of it. Logan nestled between my legs and just stared me in the eyes. I let my hands travel from his abs to his chest and then to the back of his neck.

“Do you trust me, Rebecca?”

Instead of answering, I pulled him to me and kissed his full and delicious lips. My tongue slid inside his mouth, slowly starting to play with his tongue. And just like that, I felt him as he entered me. A moan escaped his lips, and I deepened our kiss.

Logan’s thrusts weren’t fast; they were incredibly deep. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pressing myself even closer. I savored every moment, feeling an orgasm building inside me.

I wanted more. So much more. Suddenly, Logan pulled out of me. My eyes snapped open.

He rolled away from me, laying on his right side. I glanced at him; Logan was smiling. He knew perfectly well that I felt disappointed. He pulled me to him, pressing my back against his chest. In a few seconds, his cock slid inside me.

Logan placed his hand on my belly from behind. He let it travel to my breasts at first, kneading them and pinching my nipples. I bit my lower lip, trying to stifle my moans. Logan started kissing my neck, quickening his movements. I moved my hips, matching his thrusts.

“Damn, Becca... So good...” Logan whispered right in my ear, and I couldn’t even answer him. It felt too amazing.

When I thought that I was at my limit, Logan’s hand slid from my breasts to my clit. As soon as he started rubbing it with his fingers, everything in me burst with excitement. His deep thrusts, his rubbing against my clit, set my body on fire.

The waves of orgasm overwhelmed me suddenly. My body trembled in his arms.

“Shit, Becca... How you just squeezed me... I won’t last...” Logan’s voice was barely audible. He was out of breath.

He pulled his penis out of me and rolled onto his back. Impatiently, I sat on the bed, turned to him, and took his entire shaft into my mouth. I heard Logan’s groan and saw his fists clenched on the bed sheets.

I sucked his penis, swirling my tongue over its length. It only took a few minutes. I felt him tremble inside me, and his semen filled my mouth. Without thinking, I swallowed everything, and only then did I straighten my back and sit on the bed.

Logan was lying on his back with his eyes closed. His chest was moving up and down; it looked as if he was trying to catch his breath. My lips stretched into a big, happy smile.

“Becca, come here,” he whispered and stretched out his arm.

I moved closer and placed my head on his chest. Logan wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pressing me closer to him. Something was happening here between us, and it wasn’t just the afterglow of the sex. It was more mature, more profound, and very intimate.

Deep down, I knew that this night was only the beginning. We would have a long way to go before we see if we could be together for real. But this night showed that we were both ready to try, and we both had feelings for each other. It was about tenderness, love, and trust.

“Rebecca, what are we going to do now? My life is in Philadelphia, yours is in New York. Did you think about that before saying that you want to be with me?”

“Yeah…” I felt sleepy. Logan was caressing my back with his fingers, and it was so pleasant, it was hard to concentrate. I wanted to purr with pleasure and fall asleep in his arms.

“Babe, that’s not an answer.” Logan laughed heartily and kissed my forehead. Warmth spread through my whole body. That gesture alone said a lot about his feelings for me.

“I will contact my future employer and tell him that circumstances have changed and that he will need to find a replacement for me. Then I will go to Philly. Find a place to stay, a place to work…”

“Are you crazy?!”

My eyes opened with a snap. I looked up and met Logan’s gaze.

“If you… No. That’s the wrong choice of words. When you come to Philly, you will bring your pretty ass to my house, and you will stay there with me. It’s not even up for discussion.”

“So, instead of trying to date, we will start living together?” I needed to clarify it because I was already so damn happy that I was afraid I understood him wrong.

“Considering our history, our friendship, how much we know about each other… It will be the most obvious step.”

My lips stretched into the happiest smile that had been on my face in days. Logan smiled at me in return, and I saw the precious dimples appear on his cheeks. Dear God, I was a lost cause. I hope I won't get burnt...

“I...” I yawned, and words disappeared.

“Sleep, Becca. We will talk about everything in the morning,” Logan tightened his grip on my shoulders, covering us with a blanket with his free hand. The last thing I remember before I drifted to sleep was his lips on mine.