His hands grabbed her hips a bit roughly and tossed her to his side onto the bed and as long as it took Gabbie to gather that thought he was back, ripping open the condom and withdrawing the small rubber from inside the packet.
“Put it on me.”
“I sort of like how bossy you get inside the bedroom. That could be a new ad for my store. Never thought about what a turn-on it is.”
He grabbed her wrist and placed the rolled condom into her fingers. She hesitantly placed it on the head of his cock. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” she complained.
“You’re doing a mighty fine job.”
Her eyes met his heavy-lidded gaze as his hand guided hers over his erection, covering it with the rubber. She had somehow managed to grasp his entire penis in the process and almost withdrew her hands when Logan let out a sound between a grunt and a sigh.
“Does that feel good? Or bad? Am I doing it wrong?” she asked him.
“No! It feels good, much more than you know. But you have to stop.”
He pulled her hands away and pushed her onto the bed. Towering over her, he nudged her legs open with his knee. He sought entrance and the next thing she knew, he was finally inside her. He was slow at first, giving her time to adjust to the semi-new feeling—which is what made him so perfect. It was like he could read her mind about everything. He stretched her wide giving her new meaning to the term tight fit.
She absorbed the slight sting and began to relish the feel of him inside her. It was a wonderfully new but old feeling, and it felt better than anything she’d ever experienced. He wasn’t moving as if he, too, was getting used to the new sensation. His skin was sticky against hers and he slowly started to pump.
Once he started, it was she who began urging him on to pump harder and go faster. Her fingernails dug into his back as she tried to seek some type of release. She wrapped her legs around his torso in the hopes that she could pull him into her deeper…make him pump harder. Make him go faster—all she wanted was for him to be a part of her.
The slow tingle against her clit finally found release and she felt herself clenching and spasming around his cock, screaming his name in ecstasy. Seconds later, he slowed to a stop, buried his face into her neck and she experienced a fresh wave of emotions as he came inside her.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“I fucking knew it. I told you so, didn’t I, Gabriella? He wanted in your pants, so he wined and dined you. With more class than most—I’ll give him that—but seriously, unbelievable. I knew it. And you were dumb enough to fall for it!”
Gabriella stared at Brandi, debating on what more, if anything, she felt like telling her. Apparently filling her friend in on her and Logan’s love affair hadn’t been the greatest idea she’d ever had. What was she supposed to do? She needed someone to talk to about him. She was like a kid in a candy store for goodness sakes. She wanted to oooh and ahhh over all the things Logan had done to her. She was so excited to finally be in the know on how amazing this sex stuff worked that she’d blurted it out to Brandi the moment they were alone.
Brandi hadn’t taken it as well as Gabbie had hoped.
“It wasn’t like that, Brandi. It was a slow brewing storm between us that happened to take landfall while we were in Japan.” She readjusted the pens inside her pencil holder, making sure all of the lids were pointed down. She dumped out her paperclips and began sorting them—the big one’s pile and the little one’s pile.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. I just asked you about this whole thing before you left for Japan. Did I not? What the hell changed in such a short period of time?” Brandi’s fingers drummed the side of her hip as she stood on the other side of the counter, waiting for Gabbie to answer.
Gabbie smiled, thinking of their time together in Japan, as well as the small moments they’d shared before they’d left. When had things changed? Was it when she got drunk at his house suggesting they have sex with each other? Maybe that was the changing point for him. But for her…well, she had certainly felt something when he watched her parading the lingerie out for her client.
It had taken some adjusting and discussion on their part, but once he’d kissed her inside Shinagawa train station—the whole world passed them by while they stood in each other’s embrace—and life had been good ever since.
“It happened the night of the barbeque. Something changed and we both admitted we had feelings for each other. But we were both nervous about ruining our friendship. And that doesn’t matter anyway because he’s moving to New York.” She shoved the paperclips back together in one big pile and looked up at Brandi.
“Logan’s moving?”
I’m not going to do this. I will not cry about it. “Yeah, he is. It’s really the best thing for him.” Tears started blurring her vision. She looked up to the ceiling and began blinking rapidly, not allowing them to fall.
“Un-fucking-believable,” Brandi said. “I never considered it, but it’s perfect. You and Logan…you guys are perfect together.”
Gabbie met Brandi’s eyes. “What? We’re friends, nothing—” Hmm, she was going to say nothing more, but that wasn’t technically true anymore, was it? “We are…friends that are enjoying each other’s company. He’ll be gone soon.”
“I’m surprised he’s actually going to do it. The move and all. It’s ironic Blaze has moved back from there and now Logan is going to move there. I ran into Blaze while you were in Japan. Out of all the places I could possibly run into that jerk, you
