Chapter 19

Delaney

A moan slips from my lips as hands roam my body. Large fingers grasp my breast, kneading the sensitive flesh.

“More,” I whisper, my breath coming in quick, heavy pants. My body is on fire from his touch, the feeling of his warm body pressed into mine, the pressure of his weight is intoxicating. “More, Logan. I want you inside me.”

He growls against my neck, his fingers moving my panties to the side. He lifts my leg just a bit before I feel the tip of his cock press against my entrance. I’m so wet for him that when he presses inside me, there’s no resistance. “Oh, god,” I moan as he slides all the way into me.

He’s thick, and the stretch is amazing. My core is aching, throbbing with need as he groans behind me. His hand grips my hip as he pulls out and thrusts back in. Faster and harder with every second.

That pressure in my belly builds with every rock of his hips.

“Laney,” he growls in my ear. “So fucking wet for me, aren't you, baby?”

Bang, bang, bang. “Bus leaves in an hour!”

My eyes fly open, chest heaving.

I stare at the sunshine seeping through the curtains of the hotel room.

Hotel room... that I stayed at because of Logan’s football game. The one where I slept in the same bed as him.

“Laney,” a groggy, hardly there moan is made into my neck, and my whole body freezes. I bite my lip, eyes widening as Logan moves behind me.

It’s not a dream. It’s not a fucking dream. Oh my god, is Logan’s cock actually inside me?

When he thrusts forward again, I bite the inside of my cheek so hard I start to bleed, trying to smother the whimpering moan that threatens to leave my throat.

Oh yeah, he’s inside me. Fucking hell, how did this happen?

His movements are slow, choppy. There’s no way Logan is awake right now. Even drunk, I’m sure he’d be better than this.

Not that this isn’t good. Because holy hell, my pussy is dripping right now, my core warm. I should not be so turned on right now, but between the dream I was just having and him being inside me right now, I’m fucking horny.

I could move, wake him up, and make this really awkward, or I could play along and let things play out.

Seeing how I’d really like that orgasm that's just on the edge, I’m gonna let this play out.

Slipping my hand between my thighs, my eyes flutter shut as I play with my clit. There’s no hardness, no rush. It’s a little sloppy, but fuck it still feels good.

My mind focuses on the feeling of his cock moving inside me, how my fingers circle the sensitive bud.

I want to scream yes, right there, don’t stop as I feel myself rushing towards my climax, but I don’t. I wait and concentrate on getting the ending I want.

It doesn’t take long before I’m moving my fingers faster, my legs trembling. I move my head to the side, biting down into the pillow as I cum around Logan’s cock.

He lets out a long grunt. Then I feel his body stiffen. His cock jerks inside me, the feeling of his hot cum filling me up has me clenching a little harder.

Logan’s panting breath fans my neck as we both stay there, his body relaxing as my breathing evens out. That was wrong, so damn wrong, but God, it felt so good. Too good. That shouldn’t have happened... But I want it to happen again, and again, and again.

Logan stiffens, his hold on me going slack. “Laney?” His voice is thick with sleep. Yeah, he definitely just fucked me in his sleep.

“Yes?” I whisper.

“I’m inside you...”

“You are.”

“Fuck!” He pulls out, and I roll over onto my back to find his wide, panicked eyes. “I’m so sorry. I thought it was a dream.”

“Ahh, same?” I laugh. “A really good dream.”

His eyes search mine. “You’re not mad? You don’t hate me?”

The wounded look in his eyes has my heart clenching. “No, Logan, I don’t hate you.”

He stares off, blinking. “Fuck, I think I’m still drunk,” he whines, his body collapsing on top of me.

Logan uses his arms to keep his weight off me as he tucks his face into my neck. He kisses my throat, and my eyes flutter closed. “It was a good dream, Siren.” I shiver at the use of the nickname that I haven’t heard in a while. “So damn good. I don’t want it to be a dream, though. I want it to be real. I want you to be mine. Please,” he begs. “Say you will be mine? I need you, Laney, so damn bad.”

I squeeze my burning eyes shut. I can’t tell him that even though I really fucking want to.

So I say nothing as he continues to kiss my throat. I feel him getting hard again, his cock that’s coated in our releases rubbing against my sensitive folds. “I want you so fucking bad, Laney. Need you like I need air.”

In my mind, I’m begging him to shut up. Does he know just how much my heart is breaking right now.

I should push him off, tell him no because it’s only going to lead to pain. But I can’t. I can’t crush him right now, not while he’s still so upset about last night.

His lips find mine, and all the fight in me drifts away. I moan against his lips as he nips and sucks at mine. Letting my legs fall apart, he groans as his cock slips back inside me.

I gasp, my back arching as he starts to fuck me in earnest.

“So fucking perfect,” he grunts. “Need you,” he pants against my lips before kissing me again.

It’s needy and full of hunger. One hand tangles in his hair, pulling him closer so I can kiss him long and deep as the other claws at his back.

I’m on fire, my core burning with need. He feels so good inside me like he’s meant to be there.

I pray he doesn’t feel the tears falling from the corner of my eyes as he fucks me into the mattress.

He pounds into me like he can’t get enough, like if he doesn’t, I’ll be gone. Little does he know just how true that will end up being.

I’m not going to think about that. Right now, I need to be in this moment with Logan.

My body comes alive, my heart tearing open for this man. Nothing else matters in this moment, just him and me.

“Fuck, Laney,” he growls, bringing his lips to my throat. I cry out as he bites down, then sucks the tender flesh. “You make me crazy. You make me want to do all the things I’ve been too afraid to try. Like if I’m with you, everything will work out.”

“Shut up,” I manage to grind out, pushing him over with all my strength until I’m the one on top.

Tossing my head back, I close my eyes so I don’t have to look at him as I ride him hard.

“You're fucking gorgeous, Siren,” he groans as my cunt strangles his cock. “How can you even be real?”

He reaches up and plays with my pebbled nipples. I moan as he pinches and pulls them, rocking my hips faster.

“I’m so close,” I whimper, head back, eyes closed, still not wanting to meet his gaze.

That's not good enough for him because he slaps my ass and tugs at my nipple. “Eyes on me, Siren,” he growls. “I wanna see the look in your eyes as you shatter on my cock. Your cock. Fuck, Laney.” He groans as he holds my hips, thrusting up into me. “I’m yours.”

Slowly, my eyes open, and I pray he doesn’t see the hurt I’m trying to keep inside. Leaning forward, I dig my nails into his chest, chasing the oncoming orgasm. It’s right there, just out of reach.

The moment my eyes lock on his, it’s like I’m in some sort of trance. There's pure awe in his eyes that makes my heart shudder.

No one has ever looked at me like this before like I’m something precious, something to be treasured.

It’s taking everything in me not to cry because this man can’t be mine. And it’s not because he’s my stepbrother anymore.

“That’s it, baby,” he rumbles, his thumb finding my clit. “Cum for me. I want you dripping down my cock. Soak me in your juices. It’s okay, Laney, break for me. I’ve got you.”

Fuck!

An anguished cry slips from my lips as I cum hard. The tears fall as I gasp for air, wave after wave of pleasure crashing down on me like a relentless storm.

Logan groans, hands on my hips, gripping me harder. I fall forward, tucking my face into his neck as he continues to fuck up into me. The sounds of my slickness fill the air as his cock plunges in and out of me.

I whimper when he bites down on my shoulder, one last hard thrust inside me before he holds me down on his cock. He throbs inside me, filling me deep with his release as he lets out a low, rumbling groan.

We lay there, hearts pounding, trying to catch our breaths. He wraps his arms around me, holding me to his body.

“Well... that sobered me up,” he chuckles.

“Hey, you two. Get your asses up, the bus is about to leave!” Justin comes bursting in.

My head snaps over to see his wide eyes glued to where Logan’s cock is still buried into my pussy.

“Get the fuck out!” Logan roars.

Justin’s eyes snap up to mine and then away. “Fuck, shit, sorry!”

He ducks back out of the room, and I’m off Logan, rushing to the bathroom.

“Laney!” He bangs on the door. “I’m so fucking sorry. I gave him a key just in case of an emergency.”

Would have been nice to know that.

“It’s fine!” I call back, quickly peeing and cleaning up the cum from between my legs the best I can. Thank God I’m still on birth control. I never forgot a condom with Kyle before. But somehow, with these guys, it’s not even a second thought. “We gotta hurry. Pack your bags. I’ll be out in a moment.”

“Here,” Logan calls through the door. “I have your bag.”

Washing my hands, I open the door just enough to take the bag from him and quickly get dressed.

Logan is all packed and ready to go when I get out. He doesn’t look good. “You okay?” I ask him, and I don’t mean about what just happened. I’m hoping we never speak of that again. It’s not a conversation I want now or anytime soon, if ever.

“Nope. I lied. Not sober. And hungover as fuck. Almost puked the moment I stood up.” He groans, leaning against the door.

“Here.” I dig in my bag and pull out a motion sickness patch.

“Why do you have this?” he asks, cocking a brow as he takes it from me.

“You never know when you might need one.” I shrug, not meeting his gaze as I shove a few little things into my bag, like my phone and charger. I grab the cold water bottles from the mini fridge and turn to leave, eyes catching on the crib. My heart aches, wishing Benny was here with us. I miss him already. “Come on, you heard Justin. We gotta go before our ride leaves.”

Opening the hotel room door, I head out into the hallway, passing Justin. I skip the elevator altogether and take the stairs.

I run. Oh, yeah, I’m running. Sadly, I can’t go far because once I’m on the bus, Logan is not far behind me. Thankfully, his coach agreed to let me catch a ride.

“Are you okay?” Logan asks as he sits next to me on the bus.

“I’m fine.” I give him a smile. “Just didn’t want to miss the bus.”

He frowns but doesn’t push it, his hangover seeming to make him look worse by the moment.

As soon as the bus starts moving, Justin is leaning over the back of his seat in front of me. “I see how it is,” he sighs. “Look, if you want an open relationship, fine. I can be down with that. Just don’t leave me, baby. I’ll give you anything you want.”

I shoot him a glare, staring him down. “Too early for this shit.”

“Early?” He cocks a brow. “Dude, it’s noon. Not all of us were up all night fucking.”

“We were not up all night fucking,” I hiss, looking around to see if anyone heard.

“Justin, would you shut the fuck up,” Logan groans. “My head is killing me.”

“I’d bet. You drank half the bar last night.” Justin chuckles.

“Leave him alone,” I warn, and Justin’s face falls.

“Shit, sorry, man.” Justin grimaces.

“Whatever.”

“Switch seats with me,” I tell Logan. He gives me a look but does as I ask. I lean over him and open up the window in front of us as well as our own. “This should help.”

He sighs as he leans his head against the cool window.

“So, can I at least watch next time?” Justin asks.

“What the fuck?” Logan growls.

“Hey, if you're going to be sleeping with my future wife, I at least wanna watch.”

“Make him stop.” Logan looks at me with pleading eyes.

“Stop it, or I’ll rip your balls off,” I threaten with a bright smile.

He pales and sits back in his seat. “You're mean,” he mumbles. “It’s kind of hot. Makes me hard.”

“I give up,” I slouch down in the seat.

Closing my eyes, I try to block everything out.

Logan takes my hand, lacing his fingers through mine. Opening my eyes, I look over to find his closed, head still against the window.

My gaze drops to our hands, and instead of pulling mine free, I grip his tighter.

The closer we get to home, the more dread I start to feel in the pit of my stomach. The whole way there, I hold his hand while I’m thinking of what to do next, making plans I don’t want to be making.

When we get back to the university, Elijah is there waiting for us to give us a ride home.

“Hey.” He smiles, looking at his brother warily. “How are you doing?”

“I feel like death. At this point, I’d welcome it,” he grumbles before stalking off to the car.

“He drank to drown the pain,” I explain.

“I thought as much.” He sighs, looking over to his car. “How’s he doing?”

“Not good. He thinks he’s going to lose his son for good. How did everything go for you?”

“She didn’t talk to me at all, thankfully. Benny slept the whole time. I made sure to bring her to her house and waited to leave until they were both inside.”

I nod my head, crossing my arms. “I hate her.” I look away.

“We all do,” Elijah agrees, voice hard.

“Everything will be okay.” I turn to look at him.

“Why do you sound so sure?” He narrows his eyes.

“I just am.” I don’t stay so he can ask me more, and head to the car, climbing into the back seat.

Once we get home, I head right for my room and start making calls.

By the end of the night, everything is in place. Tomorrow, I move out.