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5. Logan

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LOGAN

T he sun is barely peeking over the horizon when I step out of the house, boots crunching on frost-covered grass. It's a crisp morning, the kind that bites at your nose and makes your breath visible.

I start with the usual routine—feeding the chickens, mucking out stalls, fixing that damn fence post that keeps coming loose.

But today, I can't fully focus on the work at hand.

My mind keeps drifting back to Sierra.

Those kisses. Fuck. I'm still buzzing all over. And I can't believe she still wears that necklace. After all these years, all her success, she's kept that piece of me close.

I shake my head, trying to focus on hammering the fence post. But it's no use. My thoughts keep circling back to her. To us. To how easy it felt to fall back into our old rhythm, despite everything that's changed.

I know I shouldn't get my hopes up. She's got her whole glamorous life waiting for her back in LA.

But damn if it doesn't feel like something real is happening here.

Last on my list is tending to the horses. As I approach the stables, I spot Thunder, one of the retired racehorses we took in last year. He neighs softly as I approach, nudging my hand for treats.

"Hey, big guy," I murmur, stroking his nose. Suddenly, I remember my awkward attempt at comparing Sierra to these horses. I cringe, then chuckle. What a dumb thing to say.

But Sierra just laughed it off. Teased me a bit, sure, but she knew I was just trying to support her. She's still the same girl who used to spend hours out here with me, who understood this life.

I smile as I start brushing down Thunder. Yeah, she might be America's Sweetheart now, but at her core, she's still my Sierra.

I'm still smiling to myself as I walk over to the main house on the ranch. The aroma of my dad's cooking hits me before I even reach the door.

"Morning," I call out as I step inside.

My dad is at the stove, flipping pancakes. "Morning, son. Perfect timing. Breakfast is almost ready."

"Actually, I just came to talk to you about the barn?—"

He shakes his head at me. "Nonsense. Sit down and eat a proper meal."

I know better than to argue. "Yes, sir."

We both settle at the table. As I dig in, I can feel my dad's eyes on me.

"How's it been, reconnecting with Sierra?" he asks.

I finish chewing a bite of pancake and wash it down with a sip of hot coffee. "It's been great. It almost feels like old times."

"And when is she heading back to LA?"

"End of the month."

"Right." He clears his throat. "Listen, son…"

I stop him. "I know what you're going to say. But you don't need to worry about me. I'm well aware this might not mean anything in the long run. But she's here, and I'm sure as hell not going to waste the chance to see her while I can."

My old man nods, but I can see the concern persist in his eyes. He doesn't press it, though, and we finish breakfast talking about ranch business.

After breakfast, I wrap up the last of my chores, feeling good about how much I've gotten done—especially with Sierra still constantly on my mind.

As I'm heading back to my house on the other side of the ranch, an idea hits me. Pulling out my phone, I make a quick call.

Hours later, I'm walking up to Sierra's parents' house with a picnic basket in hand. Her mom opens the door, smiling at me like I'm still that teenage kid who used to come around all the time.

"Hello, Logan. Come on in, honey," she says, then turns and hollers into the house, "Sierra! You have a visitor!"

I hear footsteps, and then there she is. My beauty. Sierra's eyes widen when she sees me, full of surprise and excitement.

"Hey! I didn't know you were stopping by."

I hold up the basket. "I know going out can be…complicated. So I thought I'd bring Eagle Falls to you."

Sierra beams. "Aw. Really? That's so sweet of you. Come on, let's sit in the backyard."

We head through the house and go out into the yard. It's a perfect fall day—cool but sunny, with leaves periodically falling from the trees. I spread out the picnic blanket and start unpacking the food.

"Holy shit," Sierra says as she sees what I've brought. "Did you go to every restaurant in town?"

I grin. "I mean, I had to get all your favorites. But I also had to get some new stuff for you to try."

"You're the best."

I pretend not to hear her. "What was that?"

She playfully pushes my shoulder. "You heard me perfectly fine, Magnuson."

As we dig into the spread of local food, the familiar dishes bring up so many good memories from the past. But I'm equally as pleased when Sierra tries the new-to-her dishes and loves them just as much as the old ones.

Then, out of nowhere, Sierra's expression turns serious. "Logan, there's something I need to ask you. Gabe told me you haven't been with anyone since me. Is that true?"

I freeze with a sandwich halfway to my mouth. Shit. Wasn't expecting that. I set the food down, buying myself a second to think.

"Yeah, that's true," I say, trying my best to sound casual. "The ranch keeps me so busy. And I just haven't met anyone I wanted to date." It's not a lie, but it's not the whole truth either.

Sierra nods, but she's still looking at me curiously.

I clear my throat. "Hey, do me a favor. Don't tell me about your relationships, okay?" I try to keep my tone light, but I mean every word. "I'd rather not know about your hundreds of boyfriends."

She laughs. "Logan, there's nothing to tell. I haven't been with anyone, either."

I stare at her, sure I've misheard. "Come on, you don't have to say that."

"I'm serious," she says. "I've been so focused on my career, and I'm always on the road or in the studio. I haven't had any time for dating."

The weight of what she's saying starts to sink in. Neither of us has been with anyone else. All this time. That feels…significant. Important.

But I can't let myself read too much into it. Can't let myself hope.

I reach into the picnic basket, pulling out the desserts I've brought. The sun is starting to dip, casting a warm glow over the yard. It feels different now. More intimate.

"So," I say, trying to sound casual as I slide a slice of apple pie in front of Sierra, "what's your take on long-distance relationships?"

She pauses. "Is this a hypothetical question or…?"

"Practical," I admit, my heart pounding like a fucking jackhammer.

Sierra takes a bite of apple pie, considering my question. "It would depend on the person," she says, her eyes meeting mine. "If it was with you, I'd definitely consider it."

The corner of my lips lifts. "Yeah?"

She nods, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "Yeah."

"So how would that even work?" I say, leaning back on my elbows. "You jetting off to glamorous parties, me mucking out stables?"

Sierra laughs. "Hey, don't sell yourself short. You could be my arm candy at those parties."

"Right, because nothing says Hollywood glam like manure-caked boots."

"You'd be surprised," she teases. "It could be the next big trend."

We go back and forth like this, half-joking, half-serious, about how we'd make it work. It feels good to talk about it, even if we're also joking around.

Finally, Sierra says, "Maybe we're getting ahead of ourselves. Why don't we just take it one step at a time?"

I nod, relieved that our conversation isn't just banter to her. "Yeah, that sounds good. We've got time while you're here. We can figure out the rest later."

"Exactly," she agrees, a gorgeous smile spreading on her lips. "Let's just enjoy this for now."

Just then, Sierra's mom pokes her head out the back door. "Hey, you two. Wanted to let you know that we're heading out for a bit."

We say goodbye to her mom, and a few minutes later, we hear their car drive away. A light drizzle starts to fall, pattering softly on the leaves around us. Sierra and I gather up the picnic things and head inside the house.

"Want some tea?" Sierra asks as we bring everything into the kitchen.

"Sure," I say.

I lean against the counter, watching Sierra move around the kitchen. She's always been beautiful, but now…damn. Those curves. Those wide hips of hers are unbelievable. My cock twitches, and I swallow hard, trying to keep my thoughts in check.

Sierra strains as she tries to grab a teapot from a high shelf. Without thinking, I'm right behind her, reaching up to help. My chest presses against her back as I easily snag the pot.

"Here," I murmur, voice low.

She turns, and suddenly we're face to face, bodies close. My heart is pounding so damn hard she can probably hear it. She looks up at me, her eyes warm and inviting.

I can't resist. I lean down, capturing her lips with mine. The teapot clatters to the counter, forgotten, as Sierra's arms wrap around my neck, pulling me closer.

I kiss Sierra like I'm starving for her, pinning her against the counter. She's soft, yielding, and I can feel every generous curve of her body pressed against mine. My cock is brutally hard now, straining against my jeans, and I know she feels it. Fuck, I wish I had a condom.

I break the kiss just long enough to ask, "You on birth control?"

She shakes her head, breathless. "No."

For a wild moment, I imagine being inside her raw. I imagine sliding in and out of her tight cunt, reclaiming her as mine. I imagine making her come around my cock, and driving deep inside her and filling her with my cum, sealing our future together.

My whole body burns hot with feral desire, but I know it's just an out-of-control fantasy. I rest my forehead against hers, trying to catch my breath. "Should I run to the drugstore?"

Sierra bites her lip, considering. "I want to say yes. But I don't know how long my parents will be gone."

"You think they'll be back in the next few minutes?"

She looks confused. "I doubt it. Why?"

I trace her curves with my hand. "Just curious." I hold her gaze as my hand moves between her legs. She gasps as my fingertips graze over her warm sex, her body responding instantly to my touch.

Slipping my hand into her panties, I find her already so wet for me. My cock throbs angrily as I stroke her clit, feeling her slickness, her heat. Jesus, it feels so good to touch her again like this after all these years.

Sierra slowly grinds against my hand, her breathing growing higher. I lean in, kissing her deeply as I continue to stroke her swollen clit. She's so responsive, so alive under my touch. I can feel the tension building in her, her body coiling tighter and tighter.

I break the kiss, wanting to watch her as she comes.

Her eyes are closed now, her head tilted back. She's panting, her hips moving in rhythm with my hand. I can feel her right on the edge.

I press harder. Rub faster. Tell her how sweet her pussy is.

She cries out, her body convulsing as she comes against my hand. I can feel her pulsing, her wetness soaking my fingers. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen, ever felt. I kiss her again, swallowing her moans, feeling her body shake with aftershocks.

As she comes down, I slow my touch. I'm still hard as a rock, but this isn't about me. All I want is to make her feel incredible, to make her come a million times over. Because I'm crazy about this woman.

Always have been, always will be.

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