Chapter 43

LOGAN

I want her so much, and it was really stupid of me to think I could give her up to a loser like Carter.

Maggie’s very young to be my wife, but she makes me feel like I’m twenty again and experiencing everything for the first time.

She’s mentioned a lot of times that she despises young men, and one in particular, so I have nothing to worry about.

She unties my tie and tosses it away, then she attacks my shirt buttons.

“I was waiting for you, Logan,” she whispers. “I wish you had come home even sooner, so we could have more time together.”

“We’ll manage,” I tell her.

My cock springs free as she unzips my pants, and my balls feel so heavy. I’m dying for a release, but I know there’s going to be sweet torture before that happens.

I curse when she takes me into her mouth and gives it a good suck. She’s good at it.

Her manicured fingers play with my balls as she sucks me like a popsicle, and that I’m almost cross-eyed. My hands gently guide her head closer as I slowly pump inside her mouth.

I’m panting hard. “God, Maggie…you’re going to kill me.”

She continues to suck harder. Her head bobs up and down, taking me deeper into her throat. She looks up at me seductively as she continues to lick my girth.

I caress her cheek, telling her that’s enough. “Baby, if you don’t stop, I’ll shoot inside your mouth, and I don’t want to do that. I want to cum inside you.”

She has mercy on me and slides back onto the bed. “Take off your clothes.”

I do as she commands. She never takes her eyes off me as I discard my shirt and the rest of the clothes.

We can see from the window that Chase is still playing outside in the courtyard with his friend. They are in no mood to come upstairs yet, and that’s a good sign.

I’m aching for release just looking at her. I can see her nipples through her silk nightie and that’s almost enough to throw me over the edge.

I pull the fabric over her head and toss it aside, burying my face between her ample breasts.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper between kisses.

MAGGIE

Attacking him like a hungry lioness wasn’t exactly my plan when he got home from work. I guess I just felt needy when I saw how hot he looked in his suit, and I wanted to distract myself.

He’s glorious when he’s completely naked. He’s all hard muscles and golden skin. I love how wide and strong his chest is, and my god, his huge hands are a blessing to womankind.

His cock is so long and thick, I’m just so turned on thinking of having him inside me.

He cups my face in his hands and kisses me hard while his hand kneads my breast. The other moves down to cup my pussy. He traces my folds, slipping his fingers inside, making me moan.

“I want to taste this,” he rasps.

“Say something filthy to me.”

He doesn’t even look at me like I’m crazy. “You want filthy words?”

“You’re always a gentleman in bed, Logan. Now, treat me like a slut.”

He laughs harder. His expressions turn serious. “Get on the fucking bed and spread your legs for me.”

I do as I’m told. He buries his face between my legs, and his tongue dives inside my folds. He licks, sucks, and drives me insane. I’m crying out loud when he says, “You greedy little girl.”

He strokes himself, and I watch helplessly as he groans, “How badly do you want to be fucked, Maggie?”

“I’m all yours, sir.”

I position myself over his cock and lower myself slowly. The tip enters me. We both groan into each other’s mouths. His hands land over my ass cheeks as he squeezes them. “Going to fuck you so hard, baby.”

“So do it,” I complain.

He rubs his thumb over my slit as he continues to enter me. “I just can’t be rough with you. You’re so fragile, I feel like I’m going to break you if I hold you hard enough.”

I smile and tease him, “Aw, you’re such a big softie. Don’t worry. You won’t hurt me.”

“Let me show you who owns this pussy.”

He thrusts forward hard as I cry out. My walls are clenching around him.

His head falls back, and I continue to ride him. He grabs onto me, his fingers digging into my ass as I feel ribbons of cum spurt deep inside me, coating my walls.

Chase continues to stay downstairs, and I’ve never been so thankful for his friend to show up at the right time.

I’ve got enough time to shower with Logan. When he comes back to bed, he cuddles with me, kissing me for the longest time.

His blue eyes burn into mine, and there are some unspoken words there. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this to happen,” he confesses.

“This?” I ask.

“Yes, us together. I never thought it was possible.”

“I dreamed about it, Logan. Every single day. Heck, I might have manifested it unintentionally.” Heat rises over my cheeks as I admit to him.

He looks surprised. “You would go as far as to manifest me into your life?”

I nod. “I wanted nothing more than to marry you.”

“And now you have.” He kisses my forehead.

“You’re so good to me.” My eyes burn with unshed tears. “Sometimes, I think I’m dreaming. I just wish they didn’t judge us for the eighteen-year age difference, you know.”

“I’ll always be there for you, Maggie, as a friend, and now as your husband. We might have a huge age gap, and people might say things to you that they shouldn’t, but we don’t owe them a damn thing.

“As long as I love you, and as long as you love me, we don’t have to care about others’ opinions.”

My breath hitches in my throat. “What did you just say?”

“That we don’t have to care about others’ opinions.”

“No, before that.”

He smiles. “I love you.”

“You do?” I have to confirm it because I’ve waited to hear this for years too.

“Of course.”

“Say it again.”

“I love you so much, Maggie.”

I put my arms around his broad shoulders. “I love you too.”

I grin at him. “I have something else to tell you.”

The door knob starts turning aggressively, and when the door doesn’t open, there’s a loud knock. “Mommy!”

“Yes, sweetie?”

Logan pulls his shorts on hastily as I walk to the door to unlock it.

Chase is outside, holding a fake plastic sword. He looks at Logan on the bed and then at me. He’s frowning. “Why was the door locked?”

“It just was,” I say.

“Were you two making out?”

~Child, you have no idea.~

Also, where does he learn all this from?

“Yeah, we were kissing, right, Logan?”

Logan says yes.

Chase makes a face. “Ew. Mom, can I go to Chloe’s house right now?”

“Not right now, baby. You can go tomorrow, okay? It’s getting late.”

“Please, Mom.”

“Chloe’s going to stay for dinner, and then Remy is going to drive her home, and that’s final.”

Chase looks disappointed. He’s point-five seconds away from throwing a tantrum when Logan comes to the rescue.

“We can play video games later, if you want.”

Chase’s face lights up. “Okay!”

He starts running back downstairs. Chloe is standing at the foot of the stairs looking up at me, her pigtails whip as she follows Chase. They’re having a blast.

“Baby, I don’t want to upset you, but Carter came to visit me in the office.”

Warning bells start going off. “Why would he do that?”

He shrugs. “He wants you back.”

“It’s too late for that,” I say.

Logan nods, and he has a sad look in his eyes. “Think hypothetically for a minute. What if you were single right now, and Carter wanted to be back in your life? What would your answer be?”

“It would be the same as it is right now. I don’t want Carter. I was never in love with him.”

“You’ve always been in love with me?”

“I know it sounds unfair to him, but yes. I was only feeding off the affection that he was giving me. You weren’t there, and he seemed like a nice guy.

“I thought he and I could have a future. I was heartbroken when he refused to accept me, but I’m not sorry for what happened.”

Logan nods in understanding. “You said you wanted to tell me something?”

I walk over to him and stand between his thighs. I place his large hand on my stomach. “I’m pregnant.”