Chapter 139
ZOE
I can’t believe Logan just said he loves me and wants to be with me. I feel like I need to pinch myself, like maybe any second I’ll wake up and find out this was all a wonderful dream. I reach out to touch Logan. Feeling all that hard flesh under my fingers reminds me that this is very much real. My eyes can’t help but drift down to that amazing cock of his. The man is huge, and it takes all my willpower to not bend down and wrap my mouth around him again. God, he’d tasted so good.
As if reading my mind, Logan reaches down to grab my clothes and hands them to me. “You should probably get dressed.” He runs a hand down my chest before cupping one of my tits, squeezing the nipple so hard I let out a moan as it sends a jolt of pleasure and pain through me. “Your body is a big enough temptation when you’re clothed. I’m not going to be able to resist fucking you if you stay naked for too much longer.”
The heat in his gaze mixed with what he’s just said sends a fresh rush to my pussy. I’ve never been so wet in my life. The effect he has on my body is amazing. I grab my clothes and get dressed even though I really don’t want to. I know he’s right, though. It’s too late to explain things through text to my mom, not to mention the huge buzzkill that would be as she bombards me with phone calls and texts. No, better to wait. Tomorrow is Friday anyway, so I guess I can wait one night. Maybe, I think, as I watch Logan tug on a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt that hugs his muscled body beautifully. Then again, one more night might just kill me.
When we’re both dressed, he grabs my hand, and I follow as he leads me back up to the deck of the boat. I didn’t really get a chance to see everything, but I’m sure I’ll get more of a tour this weekend. It’s a beautiful boat, though, and I’m beyond excited to get to spend an entire weekend on it. I’m startled by how carefully he helps me onto the boat dock, and when we’re both off the boat, he places his hand against the small of my back as he guides me down the dock. Once we’re on sand, I turn to him to say goodbye, and he just looks down at me as if I’ve lost my mind.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t see you safely to your car?”
I shrug because I hadn’t really given it much thought. I just assumed we’d say goodbye here.
“You have a lot to learn about me, Zoe. When it comes to you, protective doesn’t even begin to describe it. Yes, I’m walking you to your car, and I want you to text me when you get there so I know you made it.”
I smile because seeing how serious he is about this and how protective he is of me is doing some amazing things to my pussy.
He holds his hand out for my phone and quickly adds his number to my contacts before handing it back. Grabbing my hand, he brings it to his mouth to kiss before interlacing his fingers with mine so he can hold my hand as we start to walk across the beach back to the boardwalk that will lead down to where I parked.
We’ve barely made it to my car before his body is pressed against mine, keeping me tightly cocooned between him and the car. His cock digs into my stomach, and I can’t help but be amazed at how hard he always seems to be. The white t-shirt makes the dark tan of his skin look amazing, and the heat in his hazel eyes has my legs starting to turn to rubber.
He nuzzles my face, letting the stubble on his cheeks scrape along my skin, sending goosebumps all over my body. His lips barely touch mine, and when I try to kiss him, he backs away just enough and gives me a wicked grin. I make an irritated noise and try again, but he does the same thing, keeping himself just out of reach of me. His deep chuckle has me scowling.
“What is it you want, Zoe?”
“I want you to kiss me.”
“Is that all?”
I glare at him, trying my best to look angry, but it’s hard when he’s looking so damn sexy. “You know it’s not.” I reach out a hand and run my fingers over the hard length of him. This time it’s my turn to smile when he groans and leans closer. “I’m guessing it’s not all you want either.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” he says, making my heart give a jump at the endearment, “I want nothing more than to bury my cock deep inside that tight virgin pussy of yours.”
I let out a small moan at his words, but before I can respond his mouth is on me, and the intensity of it makes it impossible to continue thinking. Opening my mouth to him, I let him take everything he wants from me, meeting his hunger with my own. I never knew kissing could be so intimate, but when Logan’s mouth is on mine, it’s as if he possesses me body and soul.
When he pulls away, I realize I’ve slipped my hands under his shirt, and I’m grabbing onto his hard, muscled back. He cups my face and gives me one more soft kiss, much more chaste than the first.
“I love you, Zoe.”
“I love you, Logan.”
I rest my head against his chest and sigh.
“It’s just one night,” he reminds me, “and then never again.” I give a small nod, breathing in his comforting scent.
“Can you meet me tomorrow at noon?”
I look up at him. “But I have to work.”
He smiles down at me. “Zoe, I want to take care of you. You don’t have to work there anymore.”
I smile back at him, thinking about how I won’t have to endure another minute of pervy Mr. Anderson’s company.
“You should go,” he says, and I can tell by the way he’s looking at me that he doesn’t like it.
He takes a step back, but before I can get into my car, he cups my face tightly and says, “I’m yours, Zoe, just as much as you’re mine, so don’t worry one second about other women or me going to stupid parties without you. No other woman exists for me except you.”
I’m so touched by his words that I feel my eyes start to fill. He gives me a warning look and says, “Don’t you dare. It’s hard enough letting you go, but it will be impossible if you start crying.”
I grit my teeth and take a few deep breaths, forcing myself to get a grip.
“That’s my girl,” he says when I’ve got things back under control. He gives me a wink and adds, “You can cry all you want tomorrow when I’m there to wrap my arms around you.”
I throw my arms around him, hugging him hard and smile when his arms immediately envelope me, making me feel small and protected and cherished. Before I can talk myself out of it, I kiss his chest and pull away to get in my car. If I wait another second, then I’ll never leave. My mom is probably freaked out enough as it is. The last thing I need is her calling the cops in a panic because she thinks I’ve been kidnapped or in a car wreck.
I give Logan a wave goodbye and try very hard to not think about how fucking sexy he looks as he waves back. Driving away is the hardest thing I’ve ever done, and the only thing that keeps me going is knowing I’m soon going to be driving right back to him.
Once I’m home I run up to my room and send him a quick text letting him know I’ve made it back. He immediately responds, and I’m so grateful he’s not interested in playing stupid games like so many of my friends do. He was worried about me and waiting for me to text, and he doesn’t mind letting me know it. His response has me grinning like the lovesick young woman I am.
I miss you already, Zoe. Try and get some sleep, my sweet girl. You’re going to need it. I love you, and I’ll see you tomorrow.
I send him a quick reply.
I love you and miss you too, Logan. Get some sleep yourself. I’m not the only one who needs to rest up. ;)
He responds with a wink and a thumbs up which makes me laugh as I set my phone down and crawl into bed. I fall asleep with images of Logan floating in my head. When I wake, I have to remind myself that everything really happened, and then I’m so fucking happy about it that I jump out of bed and run to get ready. I have plenty of time, so I take a long shower, making sure I’m clean, shaved, and ready to go. Once I’m dressed, I pack a bag and tell my mom I’m spending the weekend with a friend.
The drive to the beach seems to take forever, but I finally get there and grab my bag before making my way through the beach crowd. It’s a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky, and the breeze off the ocean feels amazing.
I’m not thrilled about seeing Mr. Anderson, but I can’t just not show up, so I stop by Double Dipped to tell him in person. He’s surprised to see me so early, and even more surprised when I walk in and make a vanilla cone before telling him that I need to quit. His face goes a sort of purplish red, and when he finally finds his words, he sputters out a “You what?”
“I’m really sorry I can’t give you more notice, Mr. Anderson, but I quit.”
“Is this because of that older man, young lady?”
“That’s not really any of your business,” I say, dropping a couple of dollars on the counter to pay for the cone before walking back out the door. I know he’ll have no trouble filling my position. Teenagers are always filling out applications for all the jobs along the boardwalk. Hell, he’ll probably have someone hired by the time my shift was supposed to start today.
I take a lick of my cone and walk across the beach to Logan’s boat. As soon as he sees me, he starts walking so by the time I reach the deck, he’s already there and waiting for me. He’s just wearing red swim trunks today, not bothering with a shirt, and the sight of his bare chest is like a lightning bolt to my pussy. My whole body feels electrified by his presence. With a laugh he picks me up and spins me around before lowering his head to mine. He kisses me like it’s been weeks instead of hours, and my body instantly responds. When he pulls back, I’m surprised my ice cream hasn’t melted because that was one hot fucking kiss!
“God, I missed you,” he says, slinging my bag over his shoulder and guiding me back to his boat.
I wrap my free arm around his waist and cuddle in close to him while we walk. Feeling his body next to mine immediately puts me at ease. I’ve missed him more than I thought possible. After he helps me onboard again, I follow him down below deck to drop off my bag. I give him a sly grin and hold out my cone.
“Can you hold onto this for me? I need to change into my bikini.”
He gets a feral glint to his hazel eyes at my words, making my panties get even wetter. He takes the cone and watches me as I dig around in my bag and pull out a tiny, red-and-white striped bikini and toss it on the bed. With deliberate slowness, I pull my tank top over my head and shimmy out of my shorts, leaving me in my lacy bra and panties that I wore just for him.