intruding inside his mouth and dancing with his. He tasted of melon and mint, and it was heavenly.
Logan moaned into the kiss, his arms sliding under me as I dug my hands into his damp hair. Damn. He’d already showered, and I’d missed it.
“Daddy!” Oliver called, his voice echoing around us. “I can’t find my book bag!”
Logan’s lips fell away and his forehead dropped against mine, his breathing rapid.
“Better go. I’ll see you tonight,” I said with a knowing smile.
“Yes, you will.” After one more kiss, this time to the tip of my nose, he was up and crossing the room. “And help yourself to anything in the kitchen. We have plenty, but I can have groceries picked up if you need anything specific.”
With that, he walked out, shutting the door behind him.
I knew the moment I stepped out of Logan’s bedroom that I should’ve gone back to sleep. Being alone in his house was unsettling. Loneliness hit me in an unexpected wave; I missed him. Still, I showered, found the duffle bag full of my clothes, and pulled on a grey track suit. After skittering down the hall and descending the stairs, uncomfortable being all alone in such a big house, I came to a stop at the sound of a guy’s voice.
Seemed I wasn’t alone after all.
“This is stellar! I can’t wait to tell all my buddies how good you are. Never thought I’d leave another dude’s bedroom so satisfied.”
I cringed, not wanting a run-in with Jax to ruin my perfect morning. I wanted to hide, but it was too late. When I peeked back, I realized I’d been seen—and judging by the look on Jax’s solemn face as he followed behind the young frat boy wearing an enormous grin, I could sense he wasn’t thrilled about my presence. He seemed almost nervous, which was unlike him.
After giving them both a friendly smile, I continued to the kitchen while Jax showed the guy out. I needed something to eat before I could sleep any longer.
“Cassandra. I heard you were here,” Jax said a few moments later as he strolled into the kitchen.
“I’m just staying a few days. Having some repairs done on my house.”
He huffed out a chuckle. “Relax—I heard about Kurt. Most of the town knows about it…or at least think they do.”
Fabulous. Just freaking great .
“I’m, uh, sorry,” Jax added, watching me.
I attempted to blow it off with a flip of my hand. “It’s fine.”
Of course the town knew. I inhaled a breath and released it slowly, reminding myself it didn’t matter.
I stood next to the stove, my muscles tight, as Jax opened the fridge and ducked inside.
“Don’t you worry about the douchebags. Logan will set it right. Trust me,” Jax said, still hidden by the fridge door for another moment. As he stood up straight, he brought the pitcher of orange juice to his lips and finished it off.
There goes my after-school glass with Oliver.
“Have you had any luck finding Scout?” I asked, desperate for his answer but knowing it wasn’t going to be the one I wanted. If he’d found him, the little pup would be running around.
He set the empty pitcher on the counter and smiled over at me. “Not yet, but no worries. He probably found himself some stray bitch to hook up with out in the forest. I bet he’s having a hell of a time with some freedom.”
“Right,” I mumbled, shuffling my feet. Despite how crudely he’d put it, I hoped that was the case.
Jax interrupted my silent pleas.
“So I got the rundown this morning—you know, all the things I can and cannot say to you if you break free of his sex den.”
“Gross! And I’m only here a few days. I’m sure you can control yourself that long.”
“No promises, baby, but I’ll try my best.” He threw me a salacious wink.
“Thanks…I guess.”
“Don’t thank me, thank my big brother. His threats were extreme this morning. Shit! You must have some magic in those panties of yours, huh?” He grinned. “Good for you.”
Maybe I wasn’t that hungry. Logan was
Logan moaned into the kiss, his arms sliding under me as I dug my hands into his damp hair. Damn. He’d already showered, and I’d missed it.
“Daddy!” Oliver called, his voice echoing around us. “I can’t find my book bag!”
Logan’s lips fell away and his forehead dropped against mine, his breathing rapid.
“Better go. I’ll see you tonight,” I said with a knowing smile.
“Yes, you will.” After one more kiss, this time to the tip of my nose, he was up and crossing the room. “And help yourself to anything in the kitchen. We have plenty, but I can have groceries picked up if you need anything specific.”
With that, he walked out, shutting the door behind him.
I knew the moment I stepped out of Logan’s bedroom that I should’ve gone back to sleep. Being alone in his house was unsettling. Loneliness hit me in an unexpected wave; I missed him. Still, I showered, found the duffle bag full of my clothes, and pulled on a grey track suit. After skittering down the hall and descending the stairs, uncomfortable being all alone in such a big house, I came to a stop at the sound of a guy’s voice.
Seemed I wasn’t alone after all.
“This is stellar! I can’t wait to tell all my buddies how good you are. Never thought I’d leave another dude’s bedroom so satisfied.”
I cringed, not wanting a run-in with Jax to ruin my perfect morning. I wanted to hide, but it was too late. When I peeked back, I realized I’d been seen—and judging by the look on Jax’s solemn face as he followed behind the young frat boy wearing an enormous grin, I could sense he wasn’t thrilled about my presence. He seemed almost nervous, which was unlike him.
After giving them both a friendly smile, I continued to the kitchen while Jax showed the guy out. I needed something to eat before I could sleep any longer.
“Cassandra. I heard you were here,” Jax said a few moments later as he strolled into the kitchen.
“I’m just staying a few days. Having some repairs done on my house.”
He huffed out a chuckle. “Relax—I heard about Kurt. Most of the town knows about it…or at least think they do.”
Fabulous. Just freaking great .
“I’m, uh, sorry,” Jax added, watching me.
I attempted to blow it off with a flip of my hand. “It’s fine.”
Of course the town knew. I inhaled a breath and released it slowly, reminding myself it didn’t matter.
I stood next to the stove, my muscles tight, as Jax opened the fridge and ducked inside.
“Don’t you worry about the douchebags. Logan will set it right. Trust me,” Jax said, still hidden by the fridge door for another moment. As he stood up straight, he brought the pitcher of orange juice to his lips and finished it off.
There goes my after-school glass with Oliver.
“Have you had any luck finding Scout?” I asked, desperate for his answer but knowing it wasn’t going to be the one I wanted. If he’d found him, the little pup would be running around.
He set the empty pitcher on the counter and smiled over at me. “Not yet, but no worries. He probably found himself some stray bitch to hook up with out in the forest. I bet he’s having a hell of a time with some freedom.”
“Right,” I mumbled, shuffling my feet. Despite how crudely he’d put it, I hoped that was the case.
Jax interrupted my silent pleas.
“So I got the rundown this morning—you know, all the things I can and cannot say to you if you break free of his sex den.”
“Gross! And I’m only here a few days. I’m sure you can control yourself that long.”
“No promises, baby, but I’ll try my best.” He threw me a salacious wink.
“Thanks…I guess.”
“Don’t thank me, thank my big brother. His threats were extreme this morning. Shit! You must have some magic in those panties of yours, huh?” He grinned. “Good for you.”
Maybe I wasn’t that hungry. Logan was
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