Those were the only things that mattered.
Chapter Fourteen
Abigail
Okay. Maybe last night wasn’t the best night to lose my virginity when I had to meet his family today for Easter dinner. With every step I took, I felt my dress rub against the cheeks he slapped last night, and my hole was sore and aching from his fat cock.
Yes, his fat cock. The thing was huge, and the way we had sex, I’d need a week to heal.
Worth it.
“You okay?” he asked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the door as he waited for me to finish getting ready. I was doing the finishing touches on my hair.
I nodded, and he lifted a brow at me. “Did you not learn anything from last night?”
The memory had me blushing. I couldn’t believe I let him spank me, but I loved it. God, I hoped he spanked me every time because it was so hot feeling him lose control like that.
“I’m okay,” I whispered and wrapped the last strand of hair around the curling iron.
“You’d tell me the truth? I know I was a bit rough last night,” his voice got deeper as he said it, like he wanted to always be rough with me.
I wanted him to.
“I’m okay. I enjoyed last night. So much. I feel it still, that’s all.”
“You feel it?” he asked with raised brows.
I laid the curling iron on the counter and unplugged it. At least it didn’t take a genius to figure out how those things worked. “My cheeks are tender, and I can feel you inside me. I’m sore from your cock.”
His throat bobbed, and when I looked down, I saw that his dick was growing, long and wide. “You can’t say shit like that to me when we are about to go see my family.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m going to be thinking about fucking you, wanting to be inside you, filling you up until your leaking my come, and I can’t because you need to heal before I take you again.”
He readjusted his cock and now it was fully hard. “You’re going to drive me crazy, aren’t you? In that tight dress hugging your body and your curls draping down your back, begging for me to hold on to. Fuck,” he cursed and rubbed his hands over his face. “I need to get away from you before I jump your bones.”
I giggled and stared down at my simple light blue dress that flared at the hips. The straps were thin, but nothing was sexy about it. Logan looked at me like he wanted to eat me.
“Oh, before I forget,” he turned around, and his cock was still hard. Did we have time for me to suck him off? Or maybe something quick. “I have your first check. You’re officially a working woman. We will deposit it into the bank, and if you want, we will get your license too, in the morning.”
Excitement overloaded my system, and I ran toward him, jumping on him and wrapping my arms and legs around his body. “Thank you! Thank you so much. I love you,” I said, truly meaning it. I felt tears prickle my eyes as I thought about everything he had done for me. I wasn’t sure what brought us together, but I’d never question it. I was a lucky woman to have a man like Logan.
He had the patience of a saint dealing with me and my lack of not knowing things, but he was so eager, and every time I learned something, he was so proud of me and ready to celebrate. When he held me after my nightmare, I knew he’d always hold me through a nightmare and be there for me.
“I love you too,” he said as he held me, burying his fingers in my hair right where my scar was. It used to bother me, but not anymore, not since Logan. “I’d do anything for you. I hope you know that.”
“I do,” I said. “I do know that.” As I nodded, my cheek rubbed against his strong chest and that heart, that heart I quickly fell in love with, beat against his sternum, strong and profound.
“You’re amazing, and your strength is inspiring. I want to be better for you every day.”
“You don’t have to tell me those things every day.” I never wanted him to feel obligated to tell me or grow tired of it.
“I said I’d tell you every day, and I meant it. It’s no hardship. It’s just the truth.” He pressed me up against the wall of the bathroom and slid his hands under my dress to cup my butt. “You look so sexy right now,” he purred, fingering the edge of my panties. “How sore are you?”
I groaned, the back of my skull hitting against the wall when he cupped the space between my legs. “Not that sore,” I lied through my teeth, but I knew once he was inside me, he would feel so good.
“You’re wet for me,” he said.