Chapter 17

LOGAN

~FIVE YEARS AGO~

I shouldn’t have drunk so much, and even if I did, I should have known what I was doing was wrong.

Even though she is old enough to know better, she is still a kid. I know better than to fall for a girl who’s so young. Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to do the right thing.

The right thing would have been to tell Maggie to go back to her bedroom. Instead, she’s tangled up in my sheets, kissing me.

She clings to my neck as I trace a path from her ear to her neck while placing wet kisses on sensitive parts of her skin, making her moan. She is inexperienced, so of course she wants to explore.

The sane thing would be to let her be with someone from her high school, someone who’s her own age, like that big blond football guy who came to see her off, Caleb or whatever, but the thought of her with another man crushes me.

Instead, I’m indulging in a taboo relationship, all because I want to protect her from someone else.

“Logan,” she whispers, sitting up.

“What are you doing?” I ask her.

She touches the hem of her tank top, lifts it up over her head and tosses it onto the floor.

I stare, stunned, at a topless Maggie.

“Baby…no,” I whisper.

I’m speaking as if the walls could hear us.

Her breasts are nice and round with the most perfect set of nipples.

I try to cover her with my blanket. Even if I’ve had a bit of alcohol, I know I should be stricter with her and tell her to leave, but the words don’t leave my mouth.

“You shouldn’t…,” I say, “you shouldn’t be doing that in front of me, Mags.”

She inches closer. She’s kneeling on the bed, looking like a goddess bathing in the moonlight.

“Why not? Do you not like what you’re seeing?” She gives me a crestfallen look, like she’s hurt, and I hate to put that look on her face.

My eyes get beady. “Uh…no you’re beautiful. Too perfect.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“I thought we were just kissing…”

“But you said it yourself,” she says. “You want me.”

“Yes, I do, but…”

“But what?” she asks. “I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

“It’s not about that, Mags.”

“Well, we’re not doing anything wrong here,” she continues. “So stop feeling guilty.”

I’m sitting with my back against the headboard when she slides into my lap. She’s wearing a silky pair of shorts that came with the nightgown set she was wearing earlier.

When she puts her arms around me, her breasts squeeze together, and she presses against me.

I should be the mature one here right now, and yet my tongue seems tied.

She picks up my hands and puts them around her. There’s a certain glee in her expressions, like she’s giddy with happiness.

She starts kissing me, and I’m quite aware of my thick erection pressing against her stomach.

~Fuck!~

My hands slide to her back as I hold her against me, giving her everything she wants. My heart beats hard against my chest, like I’m the fucking virgin and not her.

I’m not a sap, not by a long shot, and this has never been the case when I was with other women, maybe because those ladies were as experienced as I was, but this almost feels like a first, like I’m exploring with her.

We’re both breathless when we pull away.

“Logan, can you…”

I look at her. “Can I what?”

She looks away, almost shyly.

“What do you want, sweetheart?”

“Amelia says that she loves it when her boyfriend sucks her breasts and when he touches her”—her face burns as she turns away—“her nipples.” She looks back at me. “I want to know what it’s like too. Can you do that to me?”

I knead her breasts with both my hands, and I touch her nipple with the pad of my thumb, moving it back and forth. “Like this?”

“Yesss…”

I lower myself to the right one, taking it into my mouth while circling my finger over the other, when her moans get louder and she threads her fingers into my hair.

I give the same attention to her other breast. There’s a burning inferno inside me that gets bigger and bigger by the second.

She lies down on the bed and spreads her legs. She’s rasping when she says, “Do you…do you like this?”

~Don’t look, Logan. Don’t you fucking look!~

I lose. I turn to look at her, and good lord, those cotton panties are almost non-existent. It’s like some flimsy see-through lacy underwear.

I can see everything. Her folds glisten with her arousal, and if I wasn’t so unsure, I would have dined on that pussy.

“Logan, I don’t know what to do,” she says. “Are you going to fuck me?”

~The answer is no.~

“Not right now, baby.”

She nods.

~Thank fuck!~

She sits up finally and slides into my lap, sitting directly over my dick that’s still tenting my boxers and starts grinding herself over it, seeking her release.

She goes slow at first, seeking her pleasure. All the blood rushes to my balls as she keeps going. My hands wrap around her waist as I hold her to me.

“Oh, my god…” She rides faster, and she’s so wet that she’s going to come soon. “Logan…oh fuck…” She continues going back and forth, rubbing herself on me. “I’m so close…”

Her moans are drowned by the searing kiss I plant over her lips.

When she finally comes down from the frenzy, she lies on the bed staring at me as she laughs, “That was so amazing! Thank you!”

I smile at her. “You’re welcome.”

“Are you serious?” she asks.

“About?”

“Am I welcome to do this with you again?”

We stare at each other for a moment. “As long as we keep it a secret from everyone else.”

“I promise,” she says.

“Was that the first time you ever experienced that?”

She blushes again and nods. “I’m so glad it was with you.”

Pride swells in my chest. I made her feel good. “Okay, go to sleep now.”

She touches my waistband. Girl is hornier than I can imagine. “Can I touch it?”

“Not right now, baby. Next time, okay?”

“But I showed you my pussy.”

So, are we in kindergarten now? Trading candies? She’s so cute. I kiss her forehead. “Sleep!”

“You’re so bossy.”

When she finally sleeps, I walk into the bathroom. I need a cold shower ASAP.

***

When I wake up the next morning, I’m almost sure Maggie will regret what we did and things will get awkward between us, but that’s not the case.

I do a lot of office work all morning, and when I finally come downstairs to cook lunch, she descends the stairs.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” she asks in her usual spoiled diva tone.

“Thought you would want to rest after all that exertion last night.” It’s my idea to test the waters, to see if she’s going to react or not.

She gives me a coy smile. “I’m up for more of that.” She puts her arms around my waist from the back.

I laugh. “You’re shameless. Go set the table. Let’s eat, and then I have to run to the office.”

She pouts. “Why today? Can’t you spend time with me?”

“It’s work, Mags.”

I’m almost tempted to call my secretary and tell her I’ll work from home, but since Dad’s not in town, things have piled up, and I’m doing the work equivalent of two people.

It would be a disaster if I decided to take a day off.

She looks gorgeous in my T-shirt, with her almost tangled, messy, dark hair, and I notice she hasn’t even bothered to wear a bra.

“Can we go out in the evening?”

“It’ll be late when I get back home, baby.”

“What time is late?”

“Eight.”

“That’s perfect. Let’s go out to dinner. I know this new place by the beach.”

“Sure. I’ll text you.”

“Your tie’s crooked. Let me fix that for you.” She sits on the granite counter and does the knots for my tie.

“How do you make it so perfectly?”

“I do it for my dad all the time,” she smiled. “You look so handsome in a suit.”

I’m smiling until my cheeks hurt. “Thanks.”