Apologies

BECCA

When Logan and I returned to my parents’ house, my dad still wasn’t home. My mom heard that I wanted to send my letter, so she took this opportunity to take Logan away from me. She walked him to the living room and waved for me to go upstairs. I shook my head at her. Mom was being a mom.

I reread what I wrote to Justin Wilson again. And again. Then, I just sent it. I explained to him that I wouldn’t start working for him because of changes in my personal life.

It was only a few days, and I hoped that he wouldn’t be disappointed or angry with me. He could find another person to work for him. He would have time for that.

Before leaving my room, I decided to change. There weren’t many of my things, but I found my favorite white summer dress. The same dress that I was wearing when Logan and I first saw each other.

When I looked at myself in the mirror, I smiled at my reflection. I was beautiful, my eyes were shining with happiness, and I already tried to picture Logan’s reaction to this dress. I bit my lower lip, and my cheeks blushed. I hoped my parents would understand.

As I went downstairs, I saw the front door opening, and my father walked inside. He noticed me, and his lips stretched into a huge smile. My dad always had so much affection for me, and it melted my heart.

I was his little girl no matter my behavior, my actions, or even my age. I rushed to him, and he caught me, hugging me tightly. I loved him so much.

“Becca, I am so glad that you finally came back home. You look radiant,” Dad leaned away from me and observed my face. I smiled at him and shrugged my shoulders. “I suppose I need to thank a young man for that smile of yours. Your mom told me that we have a guest.”

“Yes, Logan is here. He’s with Mom now.”

“You left him alone with my wife? We need to save him. Your mom can be very persistent and very interrogative. I hope he still wants to stay for dinner.”

Dad laughed shortly, kissed my temple, and went straight to the living room. I followed him.

As soon as we entered the room, I saw my mom and Logan on the couch. They were talking and smiling at each other. The air between them was pleasant and friendly. They looked comfortable. I arched my eyebrow, seeing that Mom wasn’t fangirling over Logan was pleasantly surprising.

“Oh, Henry, you’re home.”

Mom saw Dad walking into the living room and stood up. I shifted my gaze and looked at Logan. He wasn’t nervous at all. He was confident, radiating strength and power, and he was always like that.

People looked at him with admiration; they were drawn to him. He stood up, took a few steps, and stopped in front of my father. Dad looked at Logan; he was curious to see what was going to happen next.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Dawson, finally. I am Logan.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Logan. You can call me Henry, by the way. I hope my wife hasn’t bored you to death.”

“Henry!” Mom shrieked. She was going to say more, but the doorbell rang, and she went to open the door.

“Your wife is absolutely amazing. She’s nice to talk to, knows a lot of funny stories, and… She’s Becca’s mom, and that means she’s a wonderful woman.”

Dad was silent for a few seconds, contemplating Logan. Then I saw him smile and step towards Logan. He hugged him, clapping him on the back.

“Something tells me that you are here to stay.”

“Definitely.” Logan returned the hug, and both men smiled at each other. Even if I had my doubts about this meeting, now they all disappeared. I was sure that dinner would go perfectly, and it was exactly like that.

I entered my room with Logan at almost 2 am. We had dinner with my parents, eating Chinese food and drinking wine. We talked, told funny stories, and laughed.

I enjoyed their company. Never in my life could I imagine that the first meeting between Logan and my parents would go that well.

We went to the bathroom together. I washed my face while Logan did the same. We glanced at each other and exchanged smiles when our eyes met in the reflection.

I was the first one ready to go back to my room when Logan caught me by the elbow. I turned to look at him and saw his eyes glimmering with fire. My heart quickened in my chest, almost deafening me. A very familiar feeling began to form in my lower abdomen.

Logan pulled me towards him, wrapped his arms around my waist, and lifted me in the air. I silently stared into his eyes, waiting for his next move. He turned around and placed me on the countertop, nestling between my legs.

I let my hands land on his waist, moving them up to his broad back and then down to his butt. I squeezed his butt cheeks and saw his lips stretch into a lopsided grin.

“You did that on purpose,” Logan whispered in my ear, leaning in closer. He took my earlobe into his mouth and sucked on it. I shuddered from his touch.

“Did what?” I wrapped my legs around him, pressing him closer to me. Even through his jeans, I could feel his cock growing harder.

“This dress... It’s the same... From the night I first saw you...” Each word was accompanied by kisses on my neck.

“Maybe…” It was starting to be very hard for me to concentrate on our talk. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel his lips on mine.

“Do you have any idea how difficult it was for me? I needed to make an impression on your father. To show him and to your mom that you are important to me…”

Logan leaned away from me, and I furrowed my eyebrows.

“To show them that I am good for you. That I would do anything for you… and you chose this dress… I felt like I was fucking Harry Potter at the dinner with his uncle’s sister…

“I thought about my coach and practices, only to distract myself… Because the only thing that I wanted to do is take you to your room and make love to you until you forget your name.”

“Then what are you waiting for right now? Wasting our time?”

I placed my hands to his belt and unbuckled it, then unzipped his fly. I pushed down his jeans, and now he was only in his boxers with a huge bulge underneath them before me.

I licked my lips and realized that Logan was watching me. I locked my eyes with his and started unbuttoning his shirt. Soon I was the only one still in my clothes.

Logan placed his hands on my butt and pulled me closer. His hard dick pressed against my clit, which ached with desire.

Never in my life had I wanted someone as much as I wanted him in this moment. Our movements were slow, our hands roaming over our bodies. It looked like we were caressing each other without taking the next step. It started to feel like torture.

“Take off my dress,” I whispered and raised my hands in the air.

Logan pulled my dress over my head and stared at me. His eyes lingered on my boobs and then went down to my belly. God! He was torturing me by not touching me. “Want to hear a secret?”

“Yeah.” Logan’s hands moved from my waist to my bra. He unclasped it and tossed it to the ground. He placed his big palms on my breasts, cupping them. Then he pressed his thumbs against my hard nipples and started rubbing them. I moaned and closed my eyes.

“I wanted you to fuck me that night—a total stranger. A guy I saw for the first time in my life and still… I wanted it so badly…”

“And?” I heard him whisper in my ear and then felt his tongue on my neck.

“I was soaking wet just because you locked your eyes with mine... You watched me, roaming your eyes over my body... I thought that you liked what you saw... I thought that I wouldn’t say no to you if you wanted to fuck me right there in the doorframe of the room full of other people...”

“I wanted it, Rebecca... Fuck! My dick was hurting because I tried to hide it with all my might. Then, there was that asshole who touched you right in front of me...”

“He was lucky that there were other people and that it wasn’t just my team members... If they were the only ones, I would have beaten him...”

“I hoped that you would ask me to join you... Even in a situation like that, I was only thinking about how much I wanted you...” Logan took my nipple into his mouth and bit it slightly. “Do it again. Please...”

He obliged. Logan took my other nipple into his mouth and repeated his actions. Only this time, his hand snuck under my panties. He found my clit and pressed his fingers to it. I started to breathe faster and closed my eyes again.

“You made me so aroused that night without even touching me... When I returned to my room in the hotel, I tried to fall asleep to forget about you... But it was almost impossible... until I took a cold shower.” I clung to his broad shoulders. “Logan...”

“I did the same... Because I was hard as a rock...” His fingers were moving faster on my clit. I was so close already. “Do you want me inside you?”

“Yeah…” The word was barely audible. I opened my eyes and locked gazes with Logan. My eyes clouded with desire. “Please…”

Logan pushed down his boxers and stepped out of them. He bent down, and I saw a condom in his hand. He slid it over his beautiful dick, pushed my panties to the side, and entered me with deliberate slowness.

I arched my back and wrapped my hands around his neck. My fingers traced their way from his tattoo on his neck to his ears. Logan moved in and out, deep and slow.

I felt my lips tingling. I missed his lips on mine. I wanted his tongue inside my mouth. So I leaned in and captured his lips with mine, wrapping my legs around his hips and pulling him even closer.

Our lips and tongues moved in perfect sync, while Logan's thrusts became rougher and faster. His hands gripped my butt tighter. Our kiss grew hotter and more urgent with each passing second. I was so close to climaxing, and I knew he was too.

As soon as I couldn't hold back any longer, I shuddered with a moan of pleasure. Logan held me close to his chest, and a few moments later, he reached his orgasm too.

We lay tangled together, trying to catch our breath. We were both sweaty, but also very happy. I smiled at Logan and heard him chuckle. He pressed his lips to mine and gave me a quick peck.

“What do you say if we take this to your bed?”

“With pleasure.”

I wound my arms around his shoulders, letting Logan wrap his hands around my butt. He lifted me and went back to my room. He placed me on the bed and hovered over me.

“I love you, Rebecca.”

“I love you too, Logan.”

I saw his lips stretching into a big, satisfied grin. He stared at me for a few seconds, as if he were drinking in my appearance, trying to remember every feature. His eyes were shining, even in the darkness of my room. Logan bent down to me and kissed my lips again.