I’m on the couch watching a movie as my brother and Logan come stumbling in through the door. Sitting up, I look over the back of the cushion after pausing my movie and watch them move into the living room. August can barely stand up, but Logan looks like he’s in better shape than my brother.
“Did you guys drink everything they had at the bar?” I ask, shaking my head in disapproval at my brother’s current state. He doesn’t look like he’s enjoying how drunk he is. Instead, his eyes meet mine and they’re bloodshot like he was crying. “What’s wrong, August?”
“Fucking Poppy,” he slurs, stumbling farther into the room. He rounds the couch and collapses onto the chaise lounge of the sectional. “She has a boyfriend already.”
“What happened?”
August sighs and the smell of stale beer reaches my nose, even though he’s not that close to me. “We went to the bar and she was working. I didn’t plan on talking to her, but you know, I did. And she told me about her boyfriend, who then fucking showed up to pick her up. So, that’s pretty cool.”
My eyebrows draw together and I frown as I stare at him with nothing but sympathy. I hate seeing my brother hurt, but he had to have known this would happen eventually. “I thought you were the one who didn’t want anything with her. You told her no attachments, right?”
“Yeah, but fuck, Isla. That doesn’t mean I meant what I said.” August pauses, burping loudly as he rolls over to face the opposite direction. “I’m just gonna go to sleep.”
I turn off the movie I was watching and put on the NHL channel for him before turning down the volume so it isn’t so loud. August is already snoring by the time I grab a blanket and drape it over him. Taking a step back, I wrap my arms around myself as I watch him sleeping with a broken heart. August is complex as hell. He acts like he doesn’t need anyone, but I think he actually had feelings for Poppy.
As I lift my eyes from him, I find Logan leaning against the wall with his hands tucked in the front pockets of his joggers as he watches me. His gaze meets mine, but he doesn’t move a muscle as he continues to watch me. I swallow hard, feeling the heat creeping up my neck and spreading across my cheeks.
“Um, I’m going to head to bed too,” I tell him, my voice sounding completely unnatural as I clear my throat. I don’t owe him an explanation. Hell, we haven’t talked in like two weeks now, but being under his watchful eye, I still feel like I need to explain myself.
Logan doesn’t utter a single word, he just nods as he watches me walk around the couch and head down the hallway. Just as I’m reaching for the handle of my door, I feel his hand wrap around my wrist.
“Isla,” he says softly, his voice tender and gentle. “Can we please talk?”
I turn my body slightly, but not completely, my eyes meeting his bright blue irises as they bounce back and forth between mine. He has this effect on me, where all it takes is this look, the sound of his voice, and I melt like wax around him. I can’t say no to him.
Looking past him, I see August still passed out on the couch, where I’m sure he’ll be for the rest of the night. Moving my gaze back to Logan’s, I nod slowly. “Okay…”
He doesn’t let go of my wrist, instead he slides his hand down to mine, lacing his fingers between mine as I step into my bedroom. Logan follows me and I let go of his hand as he walks past me and I shut the door behind us. The lock turns effortlessly as I secure it, just in case.
As I turn around, I see Logan sitting on the edge of my bed with his head in his hands. I freeze for a moment, my chest constricting as I see how broken he looks too. My feet move without my direction and don’t stop until I’m standing directly in front of him, reaching for his wrists. Pulling his hands away from his face, he lifts his head, his blue eyes wet as they find mine.
“What did you want to talk about, Logan?”
His eyes search mine. “Are you and Silas a thing?”
I’m taken aback by his question, my brow furrowing. “No. Why would you even suggest that?”
“I’ve seen the two of you together. You’re always together. And then you left with him today after school.”
I stare down at him, my hands still wrapped around his wrists. My heart races in my chest, beating erratically against its cage. “Have you been watching me, Logan?”
He shrugs without any shame, probably given his drunken state. “So what if I have been? If I can’t have you, no one else can.”
“Well, that’s some fucked-up logic.” I laugh lightly as he pulls his wrists from my grip. He reaches for me, wrapping his hands around the backs of my thighs as he pulls me closer to him. “You know, no one said you can’t have me, Logan.”
“Baby, baby, baby,” he murmurs softly, wrapping his arms around me as he presses the side of his face to my stomach. My hands instinctively find his head and I stroke his soft hair as he holds me close. “You know it’s not that simple, right?”
“Why can’t we just tell August?”
Logan sighs, nuzzling his head against my abdomen. “I want to. I just don’t know how to.”
Grabbing the sides of his head, I pull him away from my body and tilt his head back to meet his eyes. “We can figure it out together, okay?” I pause for a moment. “You’re drunk, though, so how am I supposed to know that tomorrow morning you’re not going to change your mind?”
His lips curve upward and he shakes his head. “I’m not that drunk, baby. Trust me, when it comes to you, there’s no amount of alcohol that could ever make me forget a moment with you.” He pauses, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. “But really, I didn’t drink that much, I promise.”
Without warning, he falls backward onto my bed, landing on his back as he pulls me along with him. It catches me off guard and I yelp as I crash down onto his chest before we both begin to laugh. “You asshole,” I giggle, pushing my hands against his firm pecs.
Logan stops laughing, his hands sliding up my torso and to the sides of my neck before he cups the sides of my face. A fire dances in his eyes as I meet his smoldering gaze and my breath catches in my throat. “I really want to fucking kiss you right now,” he murmurs, pulling my face closer to his. “Can I kiss you, baby?”
I swallow hard over the knives in my throat and nod. A smile forms on his lips before they meet mine. His mouth is soft and tender, his tongue darting out as he traces the seam and parts my lips. I open for him, letting him in as he steals the air from my lungs in one swift movement. His tongue slides against mine, caught in a slow dance as it tangles with mine.
Logan rolls me over onto my back, moving with me without his mouth leaving mine as he positions himself on top of me. I’m lost in him, my hands sliding up his back, under his shirt as he slides his fingers along my scalp, diving into my hair. He kisses me slowly and it’s a painful torture as he takes his time.
His cock is hard, pressing against me as he settles between my legs. He deepens the kiss, draining my lungs of oxygen and my head begins to swim from the deprivation. When it comes down to it, this is all I want with him. To feel him close, knowing I’m the only one who occupies his mind. And right now, in this moment, I know I want more with him.
My hands find his shoulders and I push him away, coming up for air as our mouths break apart. Panic fills his eyes as they rapidly search mine, as if he did something wrong. “Take your clothes off,” I tell him, the lust heavy in my words. “I want more, Logan. From you… only you.”
“Are you sure, baby girl?” His voice is soft and tender, just like his hands as he slides them along my torso. “I don’t want you to feel pressured to do something you don’t want to do.”
“I’ve never been more sure in my entire life,” I tell him honestly, as I move my hands with his, pushing my shirt up higher.
Logan moves away from me, standing up beside my bed as he pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it onto the floor. I sit up with him, following suit as I take off my own shirt. He stands there silently, a fire burning in his eyes as he watches me slowly take my bra off and drop it onto the floor. The flames burn brighter as his gaze roams across my body.
As I reach for the waistband of my pants, Logan covers my hands with his and pulls them away. “Let me do it,” he whispers, dropping to his knees on the floor in front of me. He’s gentle as he slides my pants and underwear down my thighs, leaving me naked on the bed in front of him. “Goddamn, you’re fucking beautiful.”
A heat crawls up my neck, spreading across my cheeks as I feel his gaze traveling across my body. This is the first time I’ve ever been naked in front of anyone, but I don’t feel embarrassed like I thought I would. Instead, he makes me feel like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
He doesn’t move from where he’s kneeling on the floor as he places his hands on my knees and slowly parts them. Logan inches closer, his fingertips digging into my flesh as his palms warm my skin. “I wanna taste you, baby,” he murmurs, his heated gaze finding mine. “Has anyone ever tasted you before?”
Swallow roughly, I shake my head. “No,” I whisper, not fully trusting my voice as a warmth spreads through my lower abdomen. “I want you to be my first.”
The corners of Logan’s lips lift. “And your last, Isla. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else. I’m going to leave my mark so deep in your fucking soul that you won’t ever want anyone but me.”
“I never have.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his face inching closer to the apex of my thighs. His eyes burn holes through mine as he stares straight into my soul. “Lay back for me, pretty girl. Let me taste this sweet pussy and make you feel good.”
Lowering myself back onto my bed, his warm breath skates across my skin before he presses his lips along the inside of my thighs. Holding my legs apart with his hands, he trails his mouth up both sides of my legs before he reaches my center. His lips are warm as he gently presses them against my pussy. My hips buck and my hands reach for him, gripping his hair as he drags his tongue along me.
“Fuck,” he breathes against me, nipping at my clit before sucking it into his mouth. My eyes roll back into my head as he tastes me, teasing me with his tongue. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before and I don’t want this feeling to ever end.
“Don’t stop,” I breathe, writhing as he works his tongue against me, fucking me with his mouth.
He lifts his head for a moment, a smile tugging on the corners of his lips.
“I’m not stopping until you come on my tongue, baby.”
A warmth spreads through the pit of my stomach as Logan continues to taste and tease me with his tongue. My eyes fall shut as a wave of ecstasy washes over me and I’m seeing goddamn stars from the way he flicks my clit. I’m so close to falling over the edge and he’s not stopping until I’m plummeting.
He slides a finger inside me, pumping it in and out as he draws my clit back into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the bundle of nerves. With one more thrust of his hand, a swipe of his tongue, and he’s shoving me off a cliff. My orgasm racks my body with such force, I’m a goddamn mess, crying out as an earthquake erupts inside me.
Logan pulls away as I ride out the lasting waves of my orgasm, a smirk forming on his face as he crawls up my body. “So sweet and so fucking innocent,” he murmurs, his lips finding mine with the taste of me on his tongue. “I’m so gone for you, baby girl.”
