Chapter Eight

Phoebe

I slam my bedroom door and everyone's eyes turn to me. Damn, I forgot my room was still full of people. I really need a few minutes to myself.

"What's wrong?" June asks, coming over to hug me.

"Nothing, sweets." I smile down at her and run my fingers through her hair.

How can I feel so strongly about her and her sister after one day? I want to be with them every day and watch them grow into the amazing women I know they are going to be.

I feel something similar with Logan. Just being next to him makes me feel whole and calm. The look in his eyes makes me feel wanted and when he touches me my whole body feels like it's going up in flames. If we ever get into the same room alone I might spontaneously combust. I want to feel his body against mine more than anything.

"You looked upset when you came inside," Ruby says as she joins her sister.

"I had a run-in with a woman downstairs who wasn't very nice. Your brother put her in her place." At least I think he did.

"Who was it?" Rosie asks at the same time Maggie says, "Do I need to kick her ass?"

The twins laugh and Rosie smacks Maggie in the arm.

"It was the new photographer. I didn't get her name, but I guess she and Logan went to high school together. She didn't seem thrilled that he was paying attention to me or that I asked him to come to the rehearsal with me."

"You did what?" All four ask at the same time.

I can feel my face heat up. "I was asking him if the girls could come and he said yes." The girls cheer. "Then I asked if he would come."

"As my guest or yours?" Rosie asks slyly.

"Um, mine."

Everyone starts talking at once. I hold up my hands and they all get quiet. I turn to Ruby and June.

"I asked Logan to the rehearsal and the dinner. I guess it's a date. A weird one, but still a date. I like your brother, but I want you two to have realistic expectations of what this means. I'm leaving in two days. That means that Logan and I can become friends, but that's it." I hurt saying this and seeing the disappointment in their eyes.

"But, if you like each other…" June begins before Ruby cuts her off.

"Let's go." She pulls her sister from the room and closes the door with a bang.

I sit down on the ground. "I screwed up." Tears are forming behind my eyes and I just want to sleep until it's time to leave. "I should have kept my distance from all of them like I wanted to from the start."

"Why didn't you?" Maggie asks.

"What?" She was telling me to go for it and now she's questioning me.

"You keep saying it wouldn't work, but Rosie caught you making out in the hallway. You've spent all your extra time with the twins and you asked Logan out. Do you like torturing people?"

"Of course not." I can't believe Maggie's treating me this way. I look at Rosie and she's trying not to laugh. "Why are you laughing?"

"Because she's messing with you. She wants you to realize that you are doing those things because Logan is your destiny, those girls are meant to be in your life. Remember how I was so sure that my life wouldn't work with Alex's and the two of you told me to get over myself? I hadn't asked him what he wanted."

"This is silly. This weekend is about you, Rosie, not me. I'll try to apologize to the girls and I'll explain to Logan that for their sake there can be no more kissing or anything."

Maggie rolls her eyes. "For fuck's sake, you are the most stubborn-headed idiot."

"That's your cue to leave. I need to get ready for the rehearsal and I want a few minutes to myself."

Rosie and Maggie both stand to leave the room. They both kiss my head before leaving the room. It's so quiet once I'm the only one left and although it's what I wanted ten minutes ago, now I want the noise back.

I start to stand up when someone knocks. I assume it's one of my sisters who forgot something and just yell for whoever it is to come inside.

My back is to the door as it opens, but I feel the difference in the air as he walks in and shuts the door. I hear the lock turn and then he says. "I needed to see you."

"Logan, you can't be in here." I still don't turn around.

"Look at me," he commands.

"I can't." My words tremble along with the rest of my body. I want desperately to turn and run to him. I want him to hold me, kiss me, and make me forget everything.

"Yes, you can, baby."

I feel him right behind me. I just have to lean back and I'm in his arms and still I don't move.

"Logan…"

Small kisses along the back of my neck have me leaning my head back against his chest. Slowly, he turns me around until we are facing each other and looking into each other's eyes.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

"I upset the girls and then my sisters and I argued sort of. I just feel all confused." I try to turn back around, but he doesn't let me.

"Do you want me to go?"

"No." I panic at the thought of him leaving me.

"What do you want, Phoebe?"

"I want to be yours. I want you to make me forget everything else. I don't want to think past this weekend."

"I can do all of that." He kisses me hard and fast. "But I need you to understand that I'm looking way past this weekend and you are in everything I see."

I kiss him back, unable to think about what he's saying.

Slowly with his mouth on mine, he walks me back to the bed. He runs his hands up and down my body as he kisses me with a passion I've never experienced. When he pulls back, smiling down at me, I can barely catch my breath.

"I want to see you. Is that okay?"

"Yes, as long as I can see you too."

"You can do whatever you want to me, baby."

I slide my hands under the hem of his shirt and pull it up. He helps me pull it the rest of the way off. Holy freaking crap. Logan has muscles on top of muscles. I kind of thought he just worked in his office, but there's no way he got those muscles from behind a desk.

I run my hand down the center of his six-pack, following it to the button on his jeans. "Take them off, Phoebe. Then it's my turn."

A shiver runs through me at the desire in his voice. I unbutton his jeans and tug them down his muscular thighs. He helps me get them off his legs and then he stands before me in a very tight pair of boxer briefs with hearts on them.

I giggle a bit.

"Most men don't like to be giggled at when the woman they're into sees them naked for the first time." He picks me up and tosses me gently onto the bed.

"First, you aren't naked. If you were I wouldn't be giggling at the hearts on your underpants. Second, hearts?"

"I complained once about needing to order some new socks and underwear. The twins helped out and I ended up with a bunch of matching socks and boxer briefs with designs on them."

I can't control my laughter then. It's funny, but also sweet that he wore them instead of throwing them out. He tickles me and we both laugh some more. I've never had fun like this with a man.

"Let me see what you have on underneath your T-shirt and jeans." He whispers as he lifts my shirt over my head. He stares at my black lace bra before shaking his head a little. "You are so fucking gorgeous. Lift your hips so I can get the rest of this off." He pulls my jeans off and also takes my black lace panties.

He reaches back and undoes my bra, I let the straps fall down my arm and he removes it from my body. My nipples immediately tighten under his gaze into tight berry peaks.

Logan leans down and runs his tongue around one nipple and then the other. Moaning at his first taste of my body. I can feel his hard cock against my leg, still trapped in it's cotton prison. I want to see him, touch him, and taste him.

"Do you think you can take these off?" I ask running my fingers under the waistband.

"No."

"No?"

"If I do, I won't be able to keep myself from moving inside of you. I want to taste you first."

"Maybe I want to taste you." I counter back.

"Not this time, baby. I'm barely holding on as it is." He begins kissing down my body to my pussy. I spread my legs to allow his broad shoulders room to maneuver in between. He settles in between. "So beautiful," he says as he runs his finger through my wet slit. "So wet."

"Please," I mutter.

"What do you need, baby."

"You."

He leans over and runs his tongue from the bottom up to my clit and swirls around the bundle of nerves before repeating his movements. My hips begin to move, trying to find more, something else that was the thing I needed to push me over the edge. I am so close.

Logan knows what I need. He slides two of his thick, long fingers inside my tight walls and curls them just right to hit that magical spot at the same time he pulls my clit in between his lips and gives just the right amount of pressure. I come in an explosion of emotion.