Chapter 14

M y dad and his fiancée, Michelle, along with Amelia, Maci, and I, sit around a table at Flatbread Company. A few hours ago, my dad and Michelle showed up at my house. They'd booked a last-minute flight down to surprise us with a visit. They live in Georgia, but we don't get to go see them as much as we'd like to, and I know Amelia is so happy to have them here.

Maci tried to stay back at the house, telling me she didn't want to intrude on family time, but thankfully, Amelia didn't let her skip out on lunch because I sure as hell wasn't going to either. She's like family now, and besides, I like having her beside me.

I'm just not going to tell her that yet.

"Daddy, can I stay with Papa and Shelly tonight, please?" Amelia says before taking a drink of her chocolate milk. "They are staying at a hotel with a pool."

"We have a pool at our house, love," I deadpan, confused as to why I even bothered putting in an in-ground pool if she'd rather stay at a hotel and swim in a pool where dozens of other kids have probably pissed in it all day long. "Besides, I figured they'd stay with us." I nod toward my dad. "Dad, we've got plenty of room. You know that."

"I know, Logan. But we live so far away that we don't get to do things like randomly have our grandkids over for sleepovers." He looks at Michelle, putting his arm around the back of her chair. "This is sort of our way to do that. Besides, your pool doesn't have a slide or a small indoor splash pad. This one does."

Amelia's eyes light up, and she bounces in her seat, clearly excited.

"Guess I need to call my contractor," I murmur because my own kid is quickly trading me in for a pool with a slide and a splash pad. Which means I need two slides and an entire waterpark.

I lean back, looking at my daughter. "Do you really want to go stay, babe? Like, for the whole night?"

Her head bobs up and down. "Yes, Daddy! Yes, I do."

I tip my head down, giving her my best dad eyes. "You need to go to sleep for Papa and Shelly though. You can't party all night long."

"I will, I promise!"

"And you have to pee before bed. They don't want you to pee the—"

"Daddy, let's not talk about it!" she says, cutting me off. "Maci promised that's our secret!"

Maci might have promised that, but I'm well aware of the times she lies about not having to pee before bed and then she ends up with pissy sheets and climbs into my bed.

"Totally our secret, babe. Daddy is going to keep his mouth zipped about it. Otherwise, we might have to dig up some dirt on him." Maci gives me a look of warning.

I inhale, nodding. "All right. You can go." I look at my dad and Michelle. "You'll call if she needs me, right?"

"Yes, Logan. You know we will." Michelle chuckles before she looks at Maci. "You get the night off, girlfriend. What are you going to do?"

Maci avoids looking at me, likely because she already knows what she'll be doing. And that's rolling around naked in my bed with me—or something along those lines.

"I'm not sure," she utters. "I have some writing to do, so maybe I'll work on that."

"I can help you brainstorm if you want," I drawl from across the table, watching a crimson red stain her cheeks. "I've got all night."

"How kind of you," she mumbles, still not looking directly at me, but I take in the blush now spreading to her neck.

And it's right then that I decide … I don't think I can wait until we're home to be buried inside of her.

"Logan … someone could see us," I murmur, pulling away from his kiss. "We can't do this … out here."

Right when we got home, he lifted me up and carried me through his bedroom and out to the balcony.

"There's no one else with a house on this part of the bay, Boston. I own too many acres for that." His lips work their way to my chin before cascading down my neck as he sucks on my skin. "I'm going to fuck you against the railing while the sun goes down. It'll be all romantic and shit, except, instead of really watching it, you'll be too stuffed full with cock to even take it in."

Giving my neck a faint bite, he drags his tongue up it until it's in my mouth. " My cock."

Quickly, he spins me around and pushes my front against the railing before fisting my hair. "Say it, Mace. That you're a little slut when it comes to my dick." He presses his hard erection against me, grinding it against my ass cheek.

"Y-yes," I whimper, and he tightens his hold on my hair.

"That's right; you are. But only for me, right?" he growls into my ear.

"Only for you," I breathe out, so ready to take him. I feel myself growing wetter under my shorts.

"You going to be my little slut tonight, Boston?" He slides his hand into my waistband and tugs my shorts and panties down, letting them fall before he quickly shoves his fingers inside of me. "Are you going to take my cock as many times as I see fit?"

With a moan ripping through my throat, I look up and see that there is, in fact, no one around and no houses in sight. "Yes," I say, biting down on my lip.

"Good girl," he utters into my ear before gliding his soaked fingers from my heat to my ass. "And are you going to take my cock anywhere I see fit?" he utters roughly. "I know you want me right here. Don't you?" He applies a little pressure to my ass.

I exhale a moan, my thighs squeezing together with need. The truth is, I don't know if I want him there. But I also don't know that I don't …

"I don't know," I whisper.

"I promise you'll love it, baby." His nose drives into the back of my head as he cups my throat. "I'll go nice and easy, but before long, you'll be begging for me to fuck you harder."

Pressing his fingers to the top of my back, he pushes me down until I'm leaning over the railing just enough for it to kick-start my heart.

Or maybe that's from Logan Sterns's filthy mouth.

I hear when he pulls his jeans down and kicks them off.

"Right now, I'm jerking my cock at the sight of the most beautiful woman bent over my balcony," he grumbles, and I faintly hear his hand pumping. "Fuck, your pussy is so pretty."

Suddenly, I hear a rustling sound, and before I know it, I'm staring down at the ground below me as his tongue finds my heat while he kneels between my legs.

His tongue moves to my clit, giving it a flick before he moves back … and back … until he grazes my ass. His hands grip my ass cheeks, giving him a chance to plunge further inside, and I don't fight back the moan that rips from my throat. I don't because, truthfully, I don't think I could if I wanted to.

His hand dips between my thighs, and he slides two fingers inside of me, plunging them in and out. I grip the railing so hard that I'm surprised my fingernails don't bleed. And then he quickly drops his fingers and his mouth from my body and stands up.

All at once, he rams his hard length inside of me, and I cry out in both pleasure and pain. One hand moves to my waist, pulling me a few steps back, while the other tangles in my hair, pushing my face down on the railing. It's so quiet out here, nothing but the sounds of the rustling ocean washing up along the rocky coastline and his balls slapping my ass each time he thrusts inside of me.

"So fucking wet," he grunts. "I love when you're a slut for me, baby."

His words aren't degrading, but instead somehow liberating. Because this is a safe space, where I can be however wild I want. I know he won't judge me or make me feel bad.

"Just for you," I whisper, my voice much huskier than I'd like.

Pulling my head back, he brings his lips to my ear. "I can't wait to blow my load inside of you and sit back and watch it drip out."

His words are absolutely crude, and yet … I can't get enough of his filthy mouth. I want more. I don't ever want him to not say those types of things to me.

He pulls out and slowly glides his length to my ass. It's wet, and I can feel it sliding along my skin. Putting his fingers to my lips, he growls, "Spit. Get my fingers nice and soaked. I'm going to take your ass."

Doing as told, I spit onto his fingers, scared about what's coming next. He moves his hand to my ass and lubricates me, to the point that I'm dripping. Then, he hovers over my entrance before nudging himself inside little by little.

"If you want me to stop, just say the word."

Part of me wants to yell out that we can't do this. The part that is terrified of trying something new. But the other part—the bigger, greedier part—doesn't want to say a damn thing.

And that part of me wins because I lean forward again, pushing my ass further against him, telling him to keep going without saying the words. I don't miss the low hiss that spews from his lips.

Each time he pushes further in, the pain deepens. And yet I don't want him to stop. The hand on my waist slips lower and lower until he's brushing his thumb against my clit and slipping two fingers inside.

Something inside of me is building; I can feel it in my belly, working its way down to my toes. And each brush of his thumb or pump of his hips, it only grows closer.

When he's full-on fucking me from behind, I toss my head back. My back arches, and I feel like everything is spinning. This orgasm doesn't feel like any other I've experienced. It's fast and furious, and the moan that comes screeching out of me is probably loud enough that any seals in the harbor are wondering what in the world is happening.

"Logan," I cry out. "Logan … yes."

"Filling this ass full." He barely grunts out the words before his body begins to spasm, and I feel the warmth of his cum shooting deep inside of me.

His body weight presses against mine as he continues to shudder, and moments later, he pulls out.

He slaps my ass cheek, cupping it. "What a beautiful fucking sight, Boston. My cum dripping out of your body," he hisses. "Goddammit, I fucking love that."

I just did something forbidden and frowned upon on Logan Sterns's balcony. Airplanes and drones, hell … even hikers and boaters could have seen us.

And yet not a single part of me cares.

He spins me around, lifting me into his arms, and heads toward his bedroom door.

"Where are we going?"

"To take a bath together and then lie in bed," he says matter-of-factly. "Maybe, if you're lucky, I'll keep my clothes off for you."

I have no idea how he does that. He can be so incredibly hot and filthy one minute, and the next, he makes me laugh, not taking anything seriously. I might not know how he manages to do both, but I'm sure glad he does. It makes life a lot brighter.