Arianna Brady and Ty are playing air hockey in the den while Melanie and I are in the living
room watching a movie. As much as I love this movie, and because I’ll never get tired of crying
my eyes out to a sappy romance movie, I can’t focus on it. Instead, I’m checking my phone every
five minutes and looking out the side window for headlights every two. I don’t know why I’m so
anxious. I know Logan has no interest in my mom, I know he was only with her on this trip
because I essentially shoved him at her, a nd though he hasn’t admitted it, I’ll bet anything he
was just trying to make me jealous. It worked. No, I know nothing will happen between them
tonight. Doesn’t mean it will be for a lack of trying from my mother. We have two more days
until this vacation is over. What’s stopping us from leaving now? I’m more than ready to be
away from my mom, and maybe Logan and I can... I don’t know. Spend time together away from
all this and figure out what it means, if it means anything outside this place. “Why do you kee p
checking your phone?” Melanie asks. I look up from my screen, almost unaware that I was
looking at it as I smile at her. “Just texting my friends.” A bald - faced lie. We haven’t really spoken
much since I’ve been here. The house has terrible rec eption and going up and over the pass to
Leavenworth wasn’t any better. There have been a few check - in messages, but since Cassi’s
birthday, it’s been quiet in the group chat, which is definitely not normal. When I get back, I
have to call them and tell them
how much my life has changed since that night in the club. I don’t even think they’ll believe it.
Maybe that night has something to do with why they also have been radio silent. Melanie gives
me a disbelieving look that is so similar to one Marissa would g ive, it’s frightening. “You’re not
texting, though. You just ke ep checking it. Like you’re watching the time or checking for a
message. I thought your boyfriend was in the other room,” she says, gesturing to Ty. I shake my
head. “He’s not my boyfriend.” “Y ou two are just hooking up then?” My eyes widen as I blink at
her several times. “How do you even know what hooking up is?” I balk. She rolls her eyes at me.
“I’m fourteen, not five, Ari. Besides, your mom pretty much talks shit about you and Ty hooking
up whenever you’re not in the room.” “Language,” I admonish, to which I earn another eye roll.
God, my mom really is the worst. “We’re friends,” I say as Ty and Brady walk into the room.
“Who’s friends?” Ty asks. “You and me,” I say as I look up at him from the couch. He smiles, his
hands coming to rest on my shoulders before dropping a kiss to the top of my head. “Oh yeah,
the best of friends.” I smile at him when the front door opens, Uncle Tom and Aunt Marissa
walking in followed by Logan who is carrying what looks to be my passed out mother. Seriously,
this is just getting ridiculous. She’s always been a partier, but if she regularly drinks the way she
has on this trip, she needs help. Logan’s eyes come to mine immediately. I smile at him, but he
doesn’t return it; instead, his eye s laser in on my shoulders. I frown until I look to see that Ty is
still holding onto me. As slyly as I can manage, I move away from Ty before looking to Aunt
Marissa who is already watching me curiously. “Did you guys have a good time?” I ask. Marissa
pau ses for a moment, that tint of suspicion still in her eyes. “We did.” “Until someone killed
two bottles of wine herself,” Uncle Tom mutters.
Looking towards my mom, I feel my shoulders droop in disappointment as Logan moves through
the room. “I’m going to put her to bed and wind down for the night. I had a good time until...”
He pointedly looks down at my comatose mom in his arms. Marissa and Tom nod their
agreement as Logan carries her up the stairs and out of sight. Standing to my feet, I round the
sofa, Ty in tow as I lower my voice to speak with Marissa. “What happened?” She sighs. “She
got drunk, per usual. Started making a total ass out of h erself. She was so rude to the waitstaff
and then tried to give Logan a blow job in the middle of dinner.” “Jesus,” Ty murmurs. “It gets
worse.” Tom laughs humorlessly. “When Logan pushed her away, she started screaming, pulled
out her tits, and asked why he wouldn’t want them. I mean, thank god there were no children
there, but we were obviously asked to leave. It was fucking humiliating.” “I never see her
anymore exc ept for holidays and stuff like this. Is she always like this?” I ask. Marissa shakes her
head. “She’s gotten worse over the last year or so. Since her and Logan split it’s been a slow
decline but this weekend? My god, she’s consumed more liquor than I thought would be
possible for someone of her size.” I exhale heavily before looking up at Ty. “You ready for bed?”
“Sure. Night guys,” he says to them, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I give him a look
but don’t say anything until we round the corner. “Why did you put your arm around me?” He
shrugs. “Why’d you ask if I was ready for bed? As if we were going to bed together? Seemed like
you were putting on an act and I was just playing along. Is it so terrible for me to hold you?” Ty
asks as we move up the stairs. “Yes, it is,” Logan answers before I can. He hauls me out of Ty’s
hold, wrapping a possessive hand around my hip as he stares at his brother.
“No need to sle ep on the floor. You can take my bed tonight,” he says, his voice low as he turns
us towards my room. I hear Ty mutter something under his breath, not catching what it is before
Logan ushers us through the doorway, shutting and locking the d oor behind us. “Did he try
anything with you?” Logan asks immediately, like he couldn’t hold them in any longer. “No, of
course not.” He blows out a breath and nods. “Good. It was all I could think about, I obsessed
over it all night.” “Even if he did, you know I wouldn’t have done anything, right? I mean, we
haven’t really labeled this... thing but — ” “ I know, ” he hushes lightly, cupping the back of my neck
as he presses our foreheads together. “ You ’ re just too special, too precious. I ’ m never going to
not worry about losing you. ” “ Losing me? Are you sure you even have me? ” I ask with a teasing
smile. His grip on my neck tightens as a possessive growl rumbles through his chest. “ Oh, I ’ ve
got you, alright, and I ’ m never letting go. You get that, right, Sparrow?” I swallow roughly,
nodding as he closes his eyes. “Good.” “What about you?” I ask. “Sounds like you had an
interesting night.” He releases his hold on me, standing up straight as he runs a hand down his
fa ce. “Fucking nightmare. Any chance you’d want to leave tomorrow? Maybe tonight even? I
just want to be at home, with you.” I give him a half smile at that and exhale roughly. “Tempting,
but I think you’re right. Marissa definitely suspects something. My mo ther is very clearly a mess.
I don’t want there to be any more complications to this than there already is.” He purses his lips
like he doesn’t like that answer but agrees all the same. “Fine. We’re leaving first thing Friday,
though.” “Deal.”
“Now, on to more important matters,” he says as his hands come to my hips. His fingers wiggle
beneath my waistband before slowly peeling down my leggings. Logan’s fingers move up my
thigh, running over my thong before slipping beneath and pushing inside
me. It was uncomfortable at first not to clean up after we fucked, and I’m sure I’ll be getting a
UTI in the future, but the pride that shines in his eyes when he realizes that I did as he asked
makes it all worth it. “That’s my good girl,” he rumbles as h e pushes his fingers in and out of me,
shoving his cum de eper and de eper. A breathy moan slips out of me as he pulls his fingers away,
gripping the material and ripping the fabric straight from my body. I gasp at the action as he lifts
them in his hand, tu cking them away in the pocket of his jeans. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“These are mine now. In fact, I’m confiscating all of your panties, effective immediately,” he says
in mock seriousness. A laugh bubbles out of me as his hands run over my body before he pulls
me towards the bed, forcing me to lay on my stomach. “Face down, ass up,” he says sternly.
Something fucked up in me loves it when he bosses me around like this. When he’s being an ass
during day - to - day conversation, definitely not, but in the be droom? Absolutely. I feel his hands
grab my leggings that are currently sitting around my ankles. He pulls them off, tossing them to
the side before the zipping of his pants echoes in the room. I feel his hips line up to me as he
slips an arm beneath my st omach and hauls me into the air. “Get that ass up in the air, Sparrow.
Let me see all of you.” Doing as he says, I arch my back as much as I can, forcing my ass up for
him as he groans. His hand massages my ass cheek before coming down with a sharp crack. I
yelp as the pain rips through me before his other hand digs into the back of my hair, yanking
sharply as he lowers his mouth to my ear. “Quiet, Sparrow. You’re going to take all I have to give
you as silently as possible. Make a sound, and I stop. Unders tood?” A moan is right there, ready
to be released, but I swallow it down as I nod my head quickly, earning myself another sharp
slap. I flinch but don’t
make any noise, and his de ep voice growls against my cheek. “Good fucking girl.” Another slap.
Then another. I feel my ass turning red and hot, but my pussy is beyond dripping. It’s a strange
pain/pleasure combo that has me dangling in some kind of lust li mbo. “Touch yourself,” he says
as he makes a rustling sound. I do as he says, my fingers swirling around my clit when he smacks
my ass. “Not your clit, your cunt. Shove your fingers in your cunt. Finger fuck yourself for me.”
Turning to look at him over my shoulder, I see him lean back to watch, his eyes darkening to
black as I push two fingers inside myself. Slowly, I move them in and out, enjoying the way it
feels. My eyelids flutter but open wider when I see Logan pull out a bottle of lube. My brows
furr ow and my mouth opens to ask him when he brought that in when he lifts a finger to his
lips, signaling me to stay quiet. I do as he says before he squirts a generous amount of lube onto
his fingers, coming down and spreading it over my asshole. The cold li quid catches me by
surprise for a moment, and my body tenses before he whispers against my back. “Easy, relax for
me, Sparrow. Let me in.” Closing my eyes, I blow out a soft breath and loosen my muscles.
Logan pushes a finger inside me, and I tense, the fe eling of both my own fingers inside me and
now his making me feel too full. It reminds me of the club when we used the plug, though I
know I won’t be just getting a plug in my ass tonight. Slowly, he works me until I’m able to take
more before he inserts a nother finger, then another. The stretch burns and I sink my teeth into
my lip until it slowly subsides. I don’t know how long we stay like that, me trying to muffle every
whimper and moan while he takes his time stretching and working me until he’s satisfi ed.
“Ready for me?” he asks. My stomach flips at his question, nerves fluttering inside me as he
presses the head of his cock to my asshole and slowly begins pushing in. Fuck. This is worse, this
is much worse. I usually enjoy anal, especially with proper for eplay, which Logan achieved
tenfold. Having my pussy filled at the same time, though, it feels like
too much.
I pull my fingers out and Logan catches it instantly, speaking as he continues inching his way
inside me. “I don’t remember telling you that you could pull your fingers out, Sparrow.”
“Please,” I whimper. His movements pause and the temporary relief is wel come, until my body
throbs, aching for more. “You make a sound, I stop. That was the rule. Are you going to stay
quiet for me?” he says lowly, ke eping his voice just above a whisper. I nod my head, swallowing
roughly as his hand massages my ass cheek lovin gly. “Good, now be a good girl, and get that
cunt nice and full like she belongs.” Taking a de ep breath, I push two fingers back inside myself
just as Logan fully seats himself in my ass. He lets out a low rumble as a gasping breath es capes
me. It must not be too much noise because he doesn’t stop. Then again, maybe he can’t. I turn
around to look over my shoulder at him and find him in a daze. He’s looking down at us,
mesmerized as he watches his cock go in and out of my ass, my fingers pushing into me bef ore I
pull them back out and do it all over again. “Goddamnit. You’re so perfect. You take me so
fucking well,” he groans. I want to tell him how perfect he is, how perfectly we fit together, but
instead, I bury my face into the pillows, riding out every wave of pleasure that overtakes me.
Logan takes it slow at first, allowing me time to get used to him before he begins savagely
thrusting inside me. My mouth drops open when he hits a spot that I l ove and I push my ass
into him, begging for more. His thrusts line up with the rhythm of my fingers perfectly and in
the same breath, we fall apart together. I feel my pussy and ass spasm as my orgasm washes
over me and Logan’s muffled groans nearly shake the walls of this room. His cock pulses inside
my ass as he fucks his cum de eper and de eper. Christ, at this point I’m going to be drowning in
his cum. Something tells me that’s the idea. We fall apart into a heap of limbs, gasping for
breath as the high f rom our orgasm fills our heads. We lay there for a few more seconds before
Logan slowly pulls out of me and stands to his feet. He pulls off his shirt and pushes his jeans all
the way off before scooping me into his arms. I’m still wearing my shirt and bra, but he makes
quick work of tossing those to the side before he’s leading us into the bathroom. With one
hand, he starts the shower, walking us into it once it’s warm enough. He presses me against the
wall before resting his head into my neck. He doesn’t say anything and neither do I. We just stay
like that in perfect silence, m y fingers slowly scratching his head. He sinks into my touch like he’s
never felt anything like it before pulling away from me and looking de ep into my eyes. “I hope
you’re ready for this, Arianna. I’ve been trying to hold myself back, slow this thing betw een us
down, but I’m afraid I see no stopping now.” A soft smile passes across my face. “This was you
trying to hold yourself back?” An amused sound es capes him as he presses his mouth to mine,
his lips moving softly, our tongues tangling together languidl y before he pulls away. A feeling of
disappointment washes over me at the missed connection before he changes the water from
shower to bath, plugging the drain and lowering us down. It’s not a huge bath, so it’s a tight
squeeze, but I end up cradled in his lap which I can’t deny is a pretty fantastic place to be. As the
water begins to rise, Logan reaches up for the body wash, squirting some into the water and
creating a bubbly bath all around us. He begins cupping the soapy water over my body,
massaging ev ery inch of my skin. I sink into his gentle touch, such a sharp contrast from the firm
and harsh touches that I just experienced. That’s the beauty of it, though. It’s a perfect balance.
He’s rough and doting. Stern and kind. He’s a perfect storm, and no m atter which version he is
in that moment, I never doubt that I’m not the most important thing to him. I don’t remember
closing my eyes or falling asle ep. All I can feel is his hands on me, the hot soapy water filling up
inch by inch and slowly, my eyes flutter closed.