coming with him bare inside my pussy was me. I squeezed at his shaft, desperate to erode his self-discipline. Biting at his bottom lip, Logan shook his head, his eyes knowing and half-slitted as he denied me.
Arms shifting, his palms along my lower back, he supported me more firmly and strengthened his thrusts. 'Mmm…baby. Graspy little hole, isn't it?'
I couldn't stop squeezing at him, milking his cock as I thundered back to the edge. My clit jerked rhythmically between my pressed labia while I ground against Logan within the tight confines of his embrace.
'Mmm, yes.' He bit harder at his lip and then his mouth suddenly relaxed to form a small circle, its bottom quivering.
Too late for me to coax him closer to his own release, my climax ripped through me. Reaching down with both hands, I squeezed at my mound as if I could stop the surging abandon. Held aloft by his strong arms, I trembled and quaked until little jets shot from me to wet his stomach.
Growling, Logan dropped me and fastened his mouth to my clit, sucking and fucking at my pussy until my bones melted and I couldn't stop crying his name.
Three weeks of bliss followed, interrupted only occasionally as I tried to balance Logan's desires with my home life. Home was exactly the problem. Logan wanted me to move in. He at least wanted me to be open with my parents about my seeing him.
Escorting me to my car on a Friday night, he stopped me before I could open the door. He turned me so that I faced him then wrapped his arms around me. A flutter of the front room curtains produced a sympathetic twitch in my stomach.
'Stevie's watching,' I warned. Logan and I had kept things low-key around Stevie, never indulging in more than a light hug or caress when he was up and around.
Cupping my chin, Logan forced me to meet his gaze.
'Champ knows you're my girlfriend, baby.' Lowering his head, he kissed me. 'He doesn't have a problem with it like you do.'
Feeling the push of his sizable erection into the soft flesh of my stomach, I couldn't help but relax and open my mouth to his inquisitive tongue. He took it slow, tightening his grip on me and controlling my head as he claimed a deeper kiss.
With a sigh, he stopped and drew my gaze back to his. 'Tonight, Lily.'
I nodded, another wild flutter unleashing inside my stomach. I had agreed to break the news to my parents provided I could do it alone. Convincing him to leave it to me had been no small feat. I was half-certain he expected me to chicken out.
I wouldn't call what happened later that evening at home chickening out. It was more like a calculated retreat until I could bring in reinforcements. Things might have gone differently had the conversation with my mom not started on the wrong note before I even had a chance to broach the topic on my own.
I walked into the house to find her sitting in the kitchen, her address book in one hand and a pen in the other. Looking up at me, she tapped the pen against the book. 'Back from Major Jones, dear?'
Sucking in a lungful of air, I nodded and turned to the refrigerator. Shoulders tense, I removed a bottle of water and cracked its seal before looking at her over my shoulder. At the same time, the door from the living room swung inward, my older sister Judy appearing with her usual sneer plastered across her face. Grabbing her backpack from the hook by the front door, she unzipped the front pocket and started pawing through its contents. Two years out of college, she had moved back into our parent's home after breaking up with her fiance over the summer.
Mom cleared her throat. 'Is the Major seeing anyone?'
My heart skipped a beat. No way in hell was I going to have this conversation with my mom with Judy in the room. Judy's most likely reaction comprised half the reason I'd avoided a conversation with my parents. Once they knew, she'd know.
Cheeks heating, I shook my head. Smiling, my mom thumbed through her address book.
'You remember Natalie Baker?'
'Yeah.' I straightened the frown trying to pull my mouth down. Natalie Baker was another Mrs. Jones — very thin and every bit as self-absorbed.
'I thought we could have a barbecue and invite them both over.'
My gaze tracking right to where Judy pretended to continue searching her bag, I offered an alternative. 'What about Katie Pearson?'
Judy's lip curled higher at the mention of Katie. Whereas Natalie is another Mrs. Jones, Katie is more like me, only a couple sizes smaller. My focus shifted to my mother. She wore one of those half-smiles she adopts while she's trying to figure out the politest way to tell someone they're stupid.
'You don't think the Major would be interested in Miss Pearson?' I kept my voice neutral, no hint of the heartache starting to swell inside my chest when Judy snorted.
The half-smile remained frozen on my mom's face a few more seconds before she blinked. 'Well, you know dear…the Major is…' She cleared her throat then blushed. 'Well, va-va-va-voom. Katie is a great gal, but-'
'She's a lard ass,' Judy interjected.
The color on mom's cheeks darkened from a sensual pink to an angry red. 'Judy, I've warned you about that language in this house.'
More hurt cemented in my chest. Mom warned Judy a dozen plus times a week, the language always directed at me. It never proceeded beyond warnings, so she was only kind-of-almost-half-assed sticking up for me.
'It's true.' Judy hooked her car keys to her jeans and zipped the front pocket of her bag before shouldering it. 'And Fatty Bo Batty here needs to hear it so she can stop pretending Logan might ever be interested in her.'
Judy left, slamming the door behind her. When I looked back to my mother, her lip quivered.
'That's not true, dear?' she asked. 'You don't have a crush on the Major, do you?'
Lying doesn't come easy to me. I managed no more than a shake of my head. 'He doesn't need fixed up, mom. It's nobody's business, especially Judy's, that he's kind of seeing someone.'
'Oh, so that's why he's needed you so much these last few weeks!' She smiled, clearly relieved, and exhaled. She put a finger to her lips and winked at me. 'I won't let the cat out of the bag, dear.'
Faking a smile, I proceeded straight to my room, locked the door and started crying.
It was the first time my mother had ever made me feel ugly.
Dread snaking along my spine, I pulled into Logan's drive the next afternoon an hour past my scheduled arrival. I had texted him a bullshit excuse about Rhea needing transport when I had, in fact, slept late after crying myself to sleep then lost another hour treating the swollen flesh around my eyes. More than being late, anxiety filled me because I had more than one uncomfortable conversation ahead of me today — first with Logan over how, and likely why, I'd failed to break the news to my parents, and then with my parents, with or without Logan by my side.
I knocked on the front door at the same time I slid my key in the lock. By the time I finished opening it, Logan stood at the far end of the hall. I had just a second to recognize how tense his expression looked when the reason for his distress stepped into view and curled her arm around his waist.
Mrs. Jones.
'Oh, Lily dear, we were just waiting for you to arrive so we could go out.' Her smile faltered as Logan pried her arm away from his body.
Suddenly faint, I leaned against the door and prayed the shadows at my end of the hall masked any of the emotions running across my face.
'We were just going to pop out for lunch.' Her smile resurfaced, as fake as always. Reaching behind Logan, she grabbed a small clutch from the side table. 'While we discuss things.'
Stevie appeared behind them, his expression unreadable. Noticing him, Mrs. Jones patted the top of his head before turning back to Logan. 'Ready dear?'
He handed her the keys and told her he would follow in another minute. She started walking toward me as Logan hoisted Stevie in his arms. Moving away from the door, I turned to ensure there was zero chance of Mrs. Jones brushing against me. She didn't even look at me as she passed.
Logan whispered something to Stevie then kissed him and lowered him back to the ground. Seeing Logan's
