32. Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Nick

Day 18

Logan and I hiked for several miles when we pushed through the alpine tree line and stepped into a magical realm of crystal-clear water and rocks of assorted variants and colors from glaciers eons past. In the distance, you could see the Sierra Nevada Mountain range, which still had snow on its peaks.

It was still early enough in the morning that a haze hovered over the cold water, and somewhere close by, you could hear the echo of an eagle. Bald Eagles were known to fly around here, but they were seriously endangered. You could also hear the echoed tapping of woodpeckers, along with the quiet lapping of water from the secluded lake.

"Fucking hell. Wow! This place is epic," I said. "I think this is the prettiest place we've been to so far."

Logan nodded, smiled, and grabbed my hand, since there was no one to be seen. "It's why I wanted to spend the most time here. All my camping magazines and brochures sold me. I'd read that not a lot of people come to Fallen Leaf Lake, so it should be pretty private here." He leaned forward and took my lips in his, giving me a much-too-short kiss. "We can swim and kiss without worrying about anyone else."

"Skinny dipping?"

"No skinny dipping."

I only said that to see his eyes roll up in his head.

We did have to strip down to put on our swim trunks because hiking in them while wet wasn't fun.

Once dressed, I lifted my camera from my backpack and took several shots of the scenery and even more of Logan. He smiled at the camera more often, looking so comfortable in his own skin now.

In two and a half weeks, Logan went from angry and intense to relaxed and easygoing. Maybe easygoing was a bit of a stretch, but he was definitely calmer.

Logan took my breath away as much as the stunning surrounding landscape with his beautiful smiles.

After he took a few pictures of me, I put my camera down, and we walked toward the water's edge. I toed it and shivered. "Fuck that's cold."

"Mountain water always is."

"It's crazy how clear it is. Those rocks… so many colors."

We grabbed each other's hands and slowly waded into the water, careful not to slip on the rocks. By the time the water reached our nuts, our bodies were tense.

"Maybe we should've just dunked in and got it over with," I said.

"Too late. I'm not brave enough now."

After several minutes of getting used to the cold, the water was up to our necks as we floated around. But I couldn't take my eyes off Logan. He hadn't stopped smiling since we got here.

The growing beard, his hair getting longer and more wavy, the sparkles of water decorating his tanned skin, and those stunning hazel eyes under thick brows and lashes just did something to me. That, along with his newly found confidence, just shone through from his soul. That was how Logan should always be.

And that was the moment I finally took the last step off the ledge and just fell willingly. Hell, I'd already been falling, but now I was a shattered mess, and I didn't want to be put back together again.

My stomach fluttered hard, and my body grew warm despite the frigid water. It was then I decided to do everything possible to make this work between us, to fight for him and to keep him. However our parents reacted, Logan and I communicated well enough, and we had the brains to figure it out.

It wasn't about the hot sex or how gorgeous he was. It was all about him opening up, to me, of all people. That he finally trusted me to be true to himself. Logan looked so fucking happy and relaxed, something I'd never seen while living with him. Not once.

Not only had he changed, but I had, too, and I'd like to think for the better.

"What?" he asked, his brows furrowing and wearing an uncertain smile.

"Huh?"

"You're staring."

My face heated as I reached for his cheek and pulled him down into a deep kiss full of tongue and nipping. His arms snaked around me and pulled our bodies closer, melting into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling him harden under my ass.

When I pulled away, I didn't let go of his face. "I'll fight for you, Logan. I'll fight for us."

He frowned and visibly swallowed. "I'll fight for you, too."

When we pulled away, I said, "You're mine."

"And you're mine."

He suddenly snorted a laugh. "I don't think this was in Dad's plan when he told us to get along."

I chuckled. "Definitely not."

Logan's lips were turning blue, and mine probably were, too. "Let's get out."

We swam back to shore and fell back onto the rocks and sand baking in the sun. It wasn't the most comfortable, but it quickly warmed us up.

"Logan?"

"Yeah?"

I raised my hand to block the sun out of my eyes to look at him. "Can you fuck me tonight?" I wasn't originally going to say that. I'd almost told him how hard I'd fucking fallen for him.

He grabbed my hand and threaded our fingers together. "Are you sure?"

"I'm totally sure."

As Logan and I showered in separate stalls, I reflected on our amazing day. We swam for a while at Fallen Leaf Lake, then hiked back to camp before driving to Tahoe National Forest, which was about an hour away. We wanted to cram as much as we could in the couple of days we were here before we had to drive to Stanford.

The National Park was gorgeous with waterfalls, and we got to explore a grove of giant sequoia trees that truly made you feel small in the grand scheme of life.

God, I'd never been more at peace. The only apprehension I had was our parents' reactions if we told them and having to go to school without Logan. We'd have to find our moments on the weekends between our studies and tennis. Hell, how could we even have sex if we had dorm roommates? We had a lot to figure out, and soon.

Mostly, my stomach twisted because we were about to have sex again, but it was Logan to fuck me. It was a little nerve-wracking, especially since I couldn't clean myself like Logan had. Being in a public shower didn't allow for that much privacy.

Although I fucked Logan the following day, and we hadn't even showered. If he could do it, so could I.

I doubled-washed my ass, rinsed, and dried off. Logan waited for me outside after his shower, and we walked back to our tent.

"I can't wait to be inside you," he whispered as we walked by people around the campgrounds, oblivious to what we were about to do.

"I can't wait, either."

"Nervous?"

"A little."

Logan would make me feel safe and protected, just like I'd done for him when we first started to explore. At least I'd done my best.

Usually, I had more confidence in the sack, but now, I almost felt like a virgin again.

Once we climbed into the tent, we put his sleeping bag on top of mine to make it more comfortable and grabbed the condoms and lube. Then we quickly undressed and consumed each other with kisses while on our knees.

"I'm going to make you feel so good," Logan said, making my cock pulse. Yes, he was definitely getting more confident. Who knew confidence could be so sexy?

He eased me onto my back and used his soft lips to pepper my body with kisses, stopping to nibble on my nipples before working his way down.

"I've been waiting for this," he whispered. "Once I knew what it was like to have you inside me, I wanted to be inside you, too. You're going to love it, trust me."

"I do trust you."

Like last night, he shoved my legs back, licking his lips as if he was about to eat his favorite meal. This time, I wasn't as self-conscious about it since I'd showered. Now I could lie back and enjoy it.

Before Logan consumed my ass, he looked up between my legs. "Can I call you ‘ baby ,' too?"

I huffed a laugh. "Sure. Go for it, Snuggles."

I pressed my knees against my chest as Logan went to town on my ass, and hell, that fucking felt good. He was so hungry and aggressive as he ate me out, licking, nipping, and sucking like he'd been rimming his entire life. His tongue glided up through my crack, over my hole and taint, until he sucked one of my balls into his mouth, rolling it around before he popped it out before he sucked the other one.

A whimper escaped me, and I quickly shut it up, but then I moaned. How was this so hot? I didn't mind rimming Logan, but fuck, this was amazing, especially with Logan being so invested in pleasuring me.

"How do you feel?" he suddenly asked.

"Fucking relaxed. How is that even possible?"

Logan's grin twisted before he returned to consuming me like he was starving.

He sat up and wiped his face. "Do you want to face me or do it doggy like we did the first time?"

"How did you like it best?"

He shrugged. "Both ways. You working me from behind was a bit easier, but facing you was… perfection."

"Okay, I want to watch you."

"Good, because I want to watch you, too."

Logan grabbed a condom and rolled it on before he did anything, then he grabbed the lube and poured a generous amount into his hand.

"Ready?"

I nodded. More than ready. Nervous as fuck suddenly, but ready—though I didn't tell him that.

I held back my legs for him as he eased one finger in, never taking his eyes off me, protective and watchful for any sign of discomfort. His cock stood straight up and hard as a rock, ever ready to be inside me.

Logan wasn't small by any means. He was a bit bigger than me, and if it hurt him, then… I couldn't think like that. He took my cock just fine, and he enjoyed it.

One finger was easy since he'd done it to me before, but the second finger added a bit more burn, but there was no pain yet. I also remembered to keep myself loose and push down on his fingers.

"Your ass is so fucking sexy," he whispered, no doubt mindful of campers close by. "I've always admired it from a distance, and now I get to love it up close."

In and out, his fingers worked, taking his time and showing a level of patience Logan wasn't exactly known for.

"Are you ready for a third?"

"Yeah."

He eased in three fingers at once, giving me a taste of the stretch and burn his dick would cause. It felt weird, but I didn't hate it either.

Because he'd eaten me out and stretched me, I opened up rather quickly, which calmed my nerves a bit.

"You're taking my fingers so good, baby. Are you ready for my dick?"

"I think so."

He shook his head. "Don't think. Know."

"I'm ready."

Logan grabbed his towel from his shower and wiped his hands before he hovered over me, lining up his dick. "Keep your legs pulled back for me."

When he eased his tip in, his eyes slid closed. "I'm nervous, too. This is my first time doing this, and I don't want to, like, fuck it up or ruin it for you."

"You can't. You won't."

He said nothing as he pushed his tip in further. I bore down and breathed through the sting as he inched in more and more.

"God… holy fucking hell… so tight… so fucking good. Oh, god…" he muttered.

I smiled because I knew exactly how he felt when I fucked him.

Logan looked at me and smiled sheepishly. "I may not last, but I'll try my best."

I remembered blowing so fast my first time. "If you do, it's okay. We'll have other chances. Don't think about it too hard."

"Okay…"

It was a strange sensation to have someone's dick inside you. It seemed like your hole was stretched to the max, and you felt full. The muscle burned like a fucking bitch, but as Logan pulled out and pushed back in each time, it got better and better.

I was breathing way too heavily, and my heart hammered like a motherfucker, but we did it, as my fingers dug into his forearms. He was fully seated. I had taken him.

Logan hovered over me without thrusting, looking down with adoring eyes. "I fucking love being inside you, baby. Your hole is sexy as hell, and it took me so well."

"Now you get to feel what I did and why I keep craving you."

"I fucking get it."

When Logan pulled out most of the way, he shoved himself so deep and hard stars danced before my shuttered eyes, and the electricity tingled straight from my nuts.

"Oh, hell…"