She started to stand and he helped her up, sweeping her back into his arms, he kissed her with a fierce passion that left her breathless. He took her into her tiny living room and guided her to the carpeted floor.
The carpet was a little rough on her exposed skin but touching Logan and feeling the weight of his body on hers made her forget about it rather quickly. With a fierceness she had yet to experience from him, he had her clothes off in seconds and was driving into her with need and desperation.
She lost herself in him.
She screamed in satisfaction as he brought her over the edge with him not trailing far behind. In that moment, she didn’t know how she was ever going to live without him. He was her best friend and now her lover, and on some cosmic level it felt like maybe…just maybe, they were meant for each other. Soul mates. The stark reality that he was leaving tomorrow had her doubting her previous thought.
Which brought the thought of telling him about her pregnancy out of college more of a reality. Exhausted, they lay side-by-side and she knew now was the only opportunity she would get.
“Logan, I have to tell you something. It’s important and I know I should’ve told you sooner.”
“What?” his voice was weary.
“You know how I’ve avoided sex almost all of my life and how I fear winding up like my mom and all?”
“Which you never will, I promise.” Oh, bless his heart—even when she was about to sucker punch him with distrust, he was still sticking up for her.
“That’s all true. I just…well, okay. Here it goes,” she let out a deep breath and began. “I got pregnant our last semester of college and I never told you. Or anyone because I was ashamed and embarrassed. I was all set to have an abortion—another thing I thought you might judge me about—but then, the night before the abortion I woke up and had terrible pains and I had had a miscarriage.” She turned to see what he was thinking, if she could read any emotion on his face.
He was silent, staring at the ceiling.
“Say something,” she urged.
His voice held a bite to it. “I can’t believe you thought I would judge you, Gabriella.”
“What was I supposed to think? I was twenty-two, Logan. It was hard. Especially since I was going to have an abortion. I know some people don’t believe in that. Are you mad at me?”
Logan finally turned toward her and the deep creases in his forehead answered her question. “We were really good friends at that time. So yeah, I’m mad. I’m baffled that you didn’t trust me enough to tell me. But you trust me enough now? Well, at least enough to fuck me, right? That I wouldn’t be the one to get you pregnant. Who was it, by the way? Someone I knew or someone you were sleeping with secretly?”
She didn’t like making him upset. Or hurt. “Don’t insinuate that I slept with more people than you knew about! You’re being mean by saying that. It was Jed, okay? The last guy I ever slept with before you. And you know what else?” He stared at her, waiting. “You and I don’t just fuck, okay?”
He laughed without humor. “What do you think we’ve been doing? Making love?”
Yes. She didn’t say it, but she knew he could read her answer all over her face.
“No, Gabriella. Don’t go there, don’t even think about it. I leave tomorrow and you just dropped a bombshell of shit on me. In fact, I should probably just go tonight.”
He started to get up, but she stopped him by crawling over on top of him. “Please don’t leave me. Not like this. You have every right to be mad and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you when I was going through it. I was scared you would think badly about me and I couldn’t bear the thought of that. Look, I know you’re mad, but please just stay the rest of the night with me. This is all we have. Tonight is all we have.” She swallowed the lump in her throat, hoping he wouldn’t find this as the perfect time to read her thoughts.
She watched him contemplate if he should leave or stay. Thank God, a part of him was still thinking he should stay. She would take that. Realizing she was straddling him, completely naked, she could feel the ridged outline of his cock against her bottom.
She looked down between her spread legs.
“No, Gabbie. That’s just…I can’t control that, okay? I’m still mad you didn’t trust me enough to tell me. God, this fucking explains a lot of things about you, you know?” he said sarcastically. “You thinking you would be like your mom. Your aversion to sex and the whole trust thing about not getting pregnant. This isn’t over. I want to stay the rest of the night. I want to savor our last night together without a fight. As mad as you’re making me right now, there is nowhere I would rather be.”
Gabriella was thankful for that. She did the only thing she could think to do that might help ease his anger. She grabbed another condom and rolled it on his erection. Then, she lifted herself, so she was kneeling above him and in one swift movement, he was buried deep inside her, and she was riding him like she had never ridden any man before.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Logan had been gone for approximately twenty-three days and counting. She’d spoken to him
