Page 60 of Keepsake

“But anyway, maybe I just need a couple of days to rest. You’re bringing the kids to your parents straight after school?”

It took him a second to reply, his eyes glossy, watching me. Eventually he nodded, and taking a breath he moved away too, rubbing his head. “Yeah, right after school.”

Loganblinkedatmewith those innocent eyes of hers, mouth opening in a smile when she took me in. Those cheeks getting red straight away.

A laugh, rolling her eyes before she straddled me, her center right on top of my cock. My hands were on her waist. I was so much bigger than her, I could just move her whatever way I wanted.

I rolled us to the side. Her back was now to my front, even though I wasn’t sure how I got there. Her scent was all up my nose, soft hair tickling. I couldn’t resist. My hand went up to her chest. She was naked before, but now I had to go under her clothes to take a tit into my palm.

Her back arched when I flicked a nipple, my mouth salivating when I pushed myself against her ass and I heard a whimper.

In a need that made me dizzy, I tugged a nipple and ground on her. She took my breath away, so fucking perfect in my arms, wriggling and needy.

This was a good dream.

This was the perfect dream. To have Logan like this without feeling guilty about it.

Except that now I knew it was a dream. I felt a little guilty.

But I pushed into her ass, and my hand went slowly from her tits down to her belly and then I cupped her pussy.

“Alvaro…”

My eyes flew open when the voice that begged for me wasn’t in the dream.

It was the real Logan.

My cock stuffed between her cheeks, my hand right on her pussy and, like an uncontrollable ass, I moved my finger, making her moan.

Fuck, even her moan was pretty.

Delicious and delirious, I knew I had to get out of that situation.

I never closed the blinds. I squinted as my eyes got used to the light and bits and pieces of the night came back to me.

After a while of talking, I put Lachlan in bed, but he woke up a little, and I stayed with him until he fell asleep again. When I came back, Logan was sleeping in my bed.

I could have carried her back to her own bed. But I didn’t. I told myself the bed was big enough, and she looked comfortable even though she was still wearing her full clothes.

“Alvaro...” she called again, her voice rough with sleep, and I knew I was in deep trouble.

My hand was right there. Even though we had pants and underwear between us, I could still feel how hot she was. She was within reach of my fingertips.

I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing through my nose. Slowly, without bothering her, I moved my hand away throwing my whole body to the side trying to get away from her.

I almost got away with it.

Almost.

She woke up in a gasp—thank god I wasn’t cupping her anymore—and I quickly schooled my expression to pretend we both woke up at the same time.

She turned around, putting even more distance between us, her eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Good morning,” I tried, ignoring the hard on I was still trying to control.

Something went through her, like electricity through her body, as a reaction to my voice. Whatever it was, she hid it pretty quickly, brushing her hair out of her face.

“I fell asleep here?”

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