Page 35 of Living at 40

“Show me how hard you are for me,” I demand, feeling bold. He scrubs a hand down his face and then unbuckles his belt, loosening his shorts and revealing his strong, thick length. As far as penises go, his is huge, solid and long, and my mouth waters as I recall his commands from last night. Licking my lips, I stare at him as he strokes himself.

“Logan,” I warn, gasping on air. “Logan.” My hips dance, and my fingers flicker. My belly flutters, and I still, slapping my other hand against the tile at my back. Spreading my legs, I let the orgasm take me, biting my lips to hold back the moan of relief. Logan continues to stare at me, rocking into his hand.

“Coming in my hand feels like a waste. I need to be inside you.”

“But you’re already cleaned up for the day.”

“Fuck it,” he mutters, pushing his shorts and underwear to his bare feet and tugging his shirt over his head. He steps into the cooling shower, rushing me with a hard kiss to my mouth as he cups my jaw. Bending at the knees, he positions himself between my thighs.

“I’m too heavy.” He can’t lift me, but he slaps a hand to the side of my thigh and hitches it high against his hip. Thrusting into me, he kisses me again, swallowing my gasp.

“Gonna be quick,” he mumbles as his lips remain on mine, and he surges into me, sharp and fast. Within seconds, he stills, tugging at my thigh. He pulses into me, and the relief of him coming inside me almost brings tears to my eyes again. I’m turning into such a sap, and I don’t understand all the emotion wrapped up in us having sex.

He pulls out of me almost as fast as he enters, and a gush of wetness follows. Dammit.

“Dammit,” he says as if reading my sentiments. His fingers swipe at the mess as if he can place it inside me, but it’s too late. “No more standing sex. It’s a waste of good sperm.” He’s joking, of course, and his smile shows he’s trying to make light of the situation. This was pure need, not intention, and I shouldn’t have been so foolish. Still, a man has never pushed me to my limits as Logan has.

“I hate to fuck and flee, but I really have to go,” he says, kissing me before I can respond to him. Once he releases me, I chase the kiss, and he softly chuckles. “I love how you linger as if you want more of me.”

I do want more, so much more than I should, but I quickly wipe away the thought. This isn’t about anything other than making a baby together. Although, the sex we just had won’t lead to that end goal. The sex we just had only seems to prove my point. I want more from Logan Anders than just a baby, and that’s a dangerous desire.

14

[Logan]

As I exit the bathroom, I’m greeted with, “Good morning.” Turning with my hand on the doorknob, Mason stands in the hallway. He pauses before me as I still with my back to the bathroom door.

“Is that the shower?” Mason tips his head, listening as the sound of rushing water seems to echo into the hall. “Who’s in there?”

I swallow, ready to deny the sound, but Mason levels me with a stare that pins my back to the door, still clutching at the handle behind me. His eyes narrow.

“Did you fuck her?” I don’t care for his tone or the implication—although it’s true—as he swipes a hand through his perfectly sculpted hair. His body tenses. “Dude, she’s like our little sister.”

“You made comments about her yourself, how you wanted in her pants,” I remind him as those first days he made his own quips about being with Autumn and giving her what she wants.

“I wasn’t serious. Sure, she’s hot, but she’s . . . Speck. I just don’t see her that way.”

“See who how?” We both turn at the sound of Ben’s voice as he clears the staircase and walks down the upper hallway to where we stand before the bathroom.

“No one,” I say.

At the same time, Mason states, “Autumn.”

Ben looks from Mason to me and back at our friend.

“What’s going on?” he questions, his brows furrowing.

“Tell him, man. You owe him the truth on this one.” Mason can be a total prick, and this nudge is almost as bad as tattling on me. I tip my head back on the barrier between me and the bathroom, unable to look one of my best friends in the eye.

“With your blessing, I’d like to sleep with your sister. I promise it won’t be more than giving her what she wants—a baby.” This has to be one of the most awkward things I’ve ever promised.

“Fuck,” Ben mutters like the slow drip from a faucet. The word softly echoes down the hallway as Ben’s gaze roams my body. “Seems like even without my blessing, you’ve already slept with her.” He pauses for effect. Without admitting anything, I’ve just admitted everything.

“And you think I don’t want more for my sister?” The edge to Ben’s voice lowers my head, and I meet his glare. “I want her to find true love, get married, and be happy. I want someone who cares about her, not just shacking up with her in my house to fulfill some harebrained idea of sleeping with a bunch of guys to get pregnant.”

“I thought you were on board with this baby-making business,” I state, not knowing he disapproved of it.

“Because I thought it was a phase, like all the guys she dates. She’ll move on to something else soon enough.”