28. Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Logan

Ten hours later, we checked into our hotel room just outside the historical part of Albuquerque. We planned to stay overnight and then drive the eight hours to the Grand Canyon, but we had some time in the morning to check out the old town.

The room was surprisingly quaint, and the bathroom had one of those old-fashioned standalone tubs I couldn't wait to sink into.

We barely finished getting the car unloaded when Nick was on me, shoving me onto the much-too-soft bed, consuming my mouth.

I swear, once we had sex, Nick was insatiable. I'd never in my life had anyone want me, not like Nick. I felt as sexy as he claimed I was. But I was also growing apprehensive, worrying about our families. Once I had a taste of Nick, I never wanted to let him go. But I would have to so we could keep our family intact... maybe.

"Stop thinking so hard, Logan," he said, his lips ghosting mine with his hard, beautiful body pressed against me like a weight, keeping me safe and protected.

But he was right. Now wasn't the time to wallow in worries about ‘what ifs.'

"I take it you're hungry for more of Logan's dick? Didn't get enough at the rest stop?"

Nick snorted a laugh. "I'm hungry for more of Logan's ass. And don't ever talk in the third person again."

Before I could respond or even laugh, he was kissing me. Kissing Nick was an all-consuming event. Every time we kissed, the words hunger, starving, and insatiable crossed my thoughts. We couldn't get enough.

Instead of questioning how this was possible, being with the man I'd been obsessed over for so long, I was grateful for it—grateful for his pansexuality and openness to allow us to be together and explore without fear.

Nick suddenly sat up and pulled off my shorts and briefs. "I'm going to fuck you now."

"Now? Shouldn't we shower first? We've been sweating our asses off."

"Don't give a fuck. I'm having you now. I can't wait for a damn shower."

He climbed off the bed and reached for his backpack, pulling out the lube and condoms. "Take off your clothes. I want you fully naked."

"You sure have gotten bossy."

He looked at me with mischievous dark eyes and a crooked smile. "You love it."

I rolled my eyes, pretending I didn't, but I really did.

I grabbed the hem of my tank top, pulled it over my head, and tossed it onto the beige shag carpeting as Nick got naked, too.

Fuck, he was so damn gorgeous—inside and out. Another thing I was grateful for was getting past our differences so I could know the real Nick. I was sure he felt the same about me.

"I love you." No more fears.

Nick jumped onto the bed, straddled me, and bent down to kiss me. "You better. Now, grab your thighs and pull your legs back. We're doing this facing each other."

My ass was still tender, but I was confident I could take him again. In fact, I probably wouldn't need much prepping because we'd just fucked last night.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" he asked, reading my mind. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm fine. Let's do it."

Nick poured oil into his hand and spread it around his fingers before shoving them into my hole. It burned a little, but he met little resistance.

"I don't think I need much prep."

He didn't argue when he rolled on a condom and lined himself up between my legs. I pulled my thighs back further to make it easier on him. His tip slipped through my ring of muscle, and instead of clamping down as I had last night, I forced myself to stay open and bore down on him, allowing his cock to slide right in. The stretching stung a little, but other than that, I was good.

Nick pressed his face to my throat, breathing hard. "God, even after coming earlier, I want to come already. Your ass feels fucking unreal. Soon, you're going to have to fuck me. You're going to love it."

"I want to."

"Next time… definitely. Right now, I just need to be in you."

As he pulled out and pushed back in, I never took my eyes off his face. I'd been dying to see him come while fucking me.

Nick sat up, not stopping his thrusts as he put his hand to my throat. I let go of my thighs and wrapped my legs behind him, pulling him deeper. His eyes rolled up into his head, and his mouth dropped open.

"Fuck, Logan… How are you so hot as fuck? I never noticed before. You feel so goddamn good wrapped around me."

"I love you inside me."

He moved his hand from my throat and cupped my face. "You're always so fucking beautiful, but watching you get fucked and wrecked… that's art."

His pumping picked up speed to the point of desperation. My ass felt bruised, but I was desperate to come as he hit my sensitive prostate over and over. Instead of seeing if I'd come without touching myself, I grabbed my dick and stroked, using my abundant pre-cum as lube.

"Yes, make yourself come, baby. I want to see you paint your body with it."

Nick's eyes were firmly on my hand as I moved up and down my length in rapid and firm movements meant to make myself come quickly.

"Damn, that's totally hot…" he panted. "Come for me. Do it. I know you're close, since you're hugging the fuck out of my dick."

He reached for my mouth, kissing me full of sloppy tongue, not once letting up the hammering in my ass. After hitting my prostate a few more times, it was over. I cried into his mouth as hot cum spilled over my hand and all over my abs.

"Fuck yeah! Your face is gorgeously wrecked."

As I melted into the bed with a numb body, panting for breath, Nick grabbed the backs of my thighs, shoved them back, and slammed into me. It took about five thrusts before he shot his load into the condom.

He looked gorgeous while wrecked, too, with his head thrown back, his full lips parted, and pulsing in my ass.

His softening cock slipped out, and he quickly grabbed the condom, tied it off, and tossed it in the garbage next to the nightstand.

I pulled him back into bed and wrapped my body around him, needing to feel him all over my skin. We needed a shower, smelling of sweat and covered in cum, but I just wanted to hold him for a while.

My stepbrother.

My Nick.

Love of my life.

I never wanted to let go, and I would do nearly anything to keep him. He was possessive, but I was obsessed.

Nick may not have told me he loved me, but he caressed my skin and pressed sweet kisses on my face as if he really did love me. I'd take it.

"I'll give your ass a couple of days to recuperate."

I burst out into laughter. "So much for tenderness. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome," he quipped. "Is it gross not to shower? I'm so fucking tired now."

"Me too. We can take one in the morning."

Nick sat up, reached for my tank top on the floor, and wiped the cum off me before tossing it and curling back into me.

We were asleep in moments.

Day 14

Since my hands were full, I kicked the hotel room door. Nick opened it quickly, and I handed him the coffee I'd grabbed at the diner next door. We'd eat later, but coffee first.

Nick's hair was still damp from his shower, and he smelled of our soap. When the door closed behind us, he reached for my lips and kissed me, tasting like minty toothpaste, before he took a sip of coffee.

"Thanks. You're a lifesaver," he said.

"It's just caffeine."

"Life-saving caffeine. I'm tired this morning."

I sat on the bed, set my coffee down on the nightstand, and lifted the phone's receiver. "I need to call Hunter and see how his mom is and tell him about the trip."

"Are you going to tell him about us? He knows we kissed, but not that we're together."

I looked up at him. "Can I?"

"Yeah, I doubt Hunter will care. Besides, he's probably already got a good idea, anyway."

I couldn't wait to tell Hunter the news about Nick. He'd scold me for a bit only because he worried, but eventually, he'd come around.

The phone rang on the other line several times before the answering machine came on. I hung up, waited a few minutes, and called again. There was still no answer, which suddenly left me uneasy. I didn't know why because people weren't home all the time.

"Hey, ah, this is Logan. I'm just calling to see if everyone's okay. You won't be able to reach me, but I'll call back later."

"Not there?" Nick asked.

I shook my head. "I don't know why I'm tense about it. It's not unusual."

"Yeah, but Mrs. McKnight is really sick, so I get your apprehension."

"I'm going to call our parents."

I dialed home, and Mia answered. "Hello?"

"Hi, Mia. It's Logan. I'm calling to check in before we head out today."

"Oh, Logan! Thank god you called."

I instantly felt something was wrong. My gut had been right. My body tensed, and my heart raced, waiting for the blow I knew was coming.

"Is Mrs. McKnight worse?"

"I'm so sorry, honey. I realize how much she means to you, but… she's passed. Hunter's mom suffered a stroke and died on the way to the hospital yesterday morning."

I bent forward as the tears welled, and I gripped the receiver hard enough to break it in half. "Oh, god…"

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart," she said again.

The bed moved as Nick came to sit next to me. When Nick rested an arm around me, I shoved him off and stood before I hung up on Mia and tried to call Hunter again. When the answering machine picked up, I left a message.

"Pick up, Hunter! Pick up! Goddammit! I'm so fucking sorry. Please… talk to me."

I left him the hotel number, slammed down the phone, and rushed toward our suitcase, tossing in my dirty clothes and grabbing all my toiletries.

"Logan."

"I need to get back there. Hunter needs me. Maybe I can get a flight out there. Would Dad mind if I put the ticket on the card? Shit, but what airport, though? And how far is it? I hope I can get a flight out today."

"Logan."

"God, poor Hunter. His poor family. They understood she might not make it, but she seemed to be doing okay. I mean, who dies of a stroke when they were supposed to die of cancer? How could this happen? Fucking doctors…"

"Logan!"

"What?!"

Nick grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me into a hug. "I'm so fucking sorry, baby."

I was stiff, angry, desperate to move, to leave, to do anything other than be held because then I'd have to feel. "Let me go!"

"No."

"Nick… fucking let me go."

"No."

He just held on tighter and rested his head on my shoulder. My eyes welled and burned before the dam burst. I wrapped my arms around him and held on for dear life.

"It's okay to get upset, Logan. She was another mom to you."

My body shuddered from my quiet sobs, crying at yet another fucking loss. Someone else taken before their time. It was fucking unfair.

"Why, Nick? Why?"

"I don't know, baby. Life fucking sucks sometimes."

I lost track of time as we sat there, holding each other as I cried. What would I have done without Nick?