Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“And it wasn’t?”
I feel her smile against my chest, her cheek changing shape. “It was for maybe a minute. But then it just started to feel so good. Like….”
“Like we were made for this, you and me. Made to give into this need. And wrong to ever fight it.”
“Yes,” she whispers, kissing my chest. “Exactly.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Lucy
“I’ve stopped questioning it now,” I tell Jane, sitting back in the recliner chair and letting the sunlight rest against my glasses.
“I can’t believe it’s been a whole week of you not being a virgin. I’m proud of you.”
I laugh, looking over to find her smiling broadly. I know she’s joking, but this past week has easily been the best of my life.
First, there was the matter of basically moving in with Logan.
It happened on the second day, just like that.
He turned to me after we made love and said, “Live here.”
He was sitting up in bed, his body all sweaty from what we’d just done. My core was aching, my pussy all wet and tingly still.
That’s another thing I’m learning. Making love and fucking – like we did the first time – aren’t always the same.
That day, we did it slowly with me on top, our eyes locked the whole time. But even toward the end, the animal came out in him when he grabbed my ass and started thrusting up into me hard.
I need to stop thinking about that part. Logan’s so freaking distracting, in the best way, even when he’s not here.
I told him yes. I didn’t have to think, and then I worried about Jane.
Jane looks at me now, across Logan’s balcony.
No, our balcony.
“I can’t believe you thought I’d be pissed.”
“It’s a pretty big thing to spring on your roommate.”
“I’m happy for you,” Jane says, then takes a sip from her tall glass of ice tea. The condensation glistens in the sun, just like her sunglasses. “And I still need to think about it before you drop your oh-so-subtle hints.”
Logan told me he’d help Jane in her writing career if I wanted him to. “I want to help you, help your friends, help you follow your passions.”
Then he chuckled, shaking his head, down at me as I lay shrouded warmly in silk sheets.
“Do I sound like the biggest cliché ever?” he’d asked me
“If you’re a cliché….”
I sprung up and climbed atop him. I was shocked by how bold I was being.
This wasn’t the dorky virgin, the nothing nobody.
I was doing it, and it felt right.
He didn’t laugh at me. He didn’t judge.
My man grabbed my hips and pulled me closer as I straddled him, his hard cock brushing against my heated core, his massive helm resting against my still-sensitive clit.
He smirked, looking so dashing I wish I could’ve taken a picture. “What were you saying?”
I pressed against his shoulders and felt the solid shape of him.
My freaking man.
“Then you’re my cliché.”
“Lucy.”
I snap back to the present, and Jane grins.
“I wonder who you’re thinking about it.”
“I know.” I laugh softly. “I’m….”
“Apologetic?”
I smile. “You’re catching on.”
“Hard not to, the way you two lovebirds chirp at each other.”
“Says, Mrs. Lino.”
She lifts her sunglasses up, simply so she can roll her eyes.
“Don’t act all coy with me,” I say. “You’re smitten.”
She waves her hand, grinning like she did when we were kids. It brings to mind all the smiles we’ve ever shared. I’m bursting with love for the future, my friend, and most of all for Logan.
Always for him, the core of it burning, making it easier to care for and be cared for.
“Smitten,” I tease.
“God, what are you, twelve?”
She laughs, and I shake my head.
“I’m only kidding,” I say.
“I know. And you’re right. He’s just…well, yeah. He’s really something.”
“I’m happy for you. Logan was singing his praises last night.”
Jane sits up, taking her sunglasses off and looking at me with big comic book eyes. “Let me get this straight. Logan was dishing up some sweet morsels about William Lino, and you didn’t tell me the second I walked through the door.”
She’s laughing and so am I.
“What did he say?” Jane asks, wiping a tear from her cheek.
“He’s been a silent donor to Never Alone for years. He doesn’t want his name out there, but he does a lot. And Logan knows a mutual friend of his. Apparently, he’s a really good, honest person.”
“So it’s not all fake Hollywood bullshit?”
“I can’t say for sure. But….”
“But it’s possible.” She grins. “It’s hard with men sometimes. Well, except for you and Logan.”
“Yeah,” I agree, nodding. “It was easy for us. Once we knew.”
Jane smiles and lies back on the recliner, putting her sunglasses back on. “This is all good material for a book, you know. I could write a grand story about the two of you.”
“Oh, yeah,” I say, laughing.
“I’m serious. It’s so unique, Lucy. I’m honestly so happy for you. It’s just…you knew, love at first sight.”