Page 77 of Keepsake

Logan picked up the pace, using the bed for purchase to keep an unforgivable pace. The muscles in my lower stomach tightened. I worked my hips up and down, fucking her even with my sweatpants between us.

“You’re pierced, Alvaro.” She moaned.

“I am, Jefa. You like it?”

Like I asked for something impossible to reply to. She tilted her head up, rotating her hips, looking for friction. I took her chin between my fingers, angling her head to me. The other hand I brought down and between us, my thumb over her clit, but unmoving.

“Tell me how many times you imagined my pierced cock inside you.”

“Alvaro please…”

I didn’t move, waiting for the answer. “Talk,” I barked.

Logan’s green eyes were never so pure. I thought I knew everything about her, but that smile was a promise she had secrets of her own.

“I think about it constantly. You’re not giving it to me, so I have to imagine it every single day.”

“I’ll give it to you when I think it’s time.”

No. I should have said we were never crossing that line. But I made a promise to the wind, something that made her breath catch. Taking pity on us, I moved my thumb over her clit and she rode faster and faster, undoing me from the bottom up.

When she came, head thrown back and my name on her lips, I followed her just after.

Keeping my hands to myself was going to be impossible.

“Youshouldgohome,”she said with an arched eyebrow and a mouthful of eggs.

“Big words for someone who is eating the breakfast I made.”

Last night we ate the food I ordered and watched something together. Logan didn’t take long to fall asleep, and I went back to my room.

I woke up this morning with a raging hard on and wondering why I didn’t stay with her in bed. We did it once. And we did it well. If I had, I’d have woken up with her body all over me and not alone and frustrated.

Logan tried the toast. “I’m fine. It’s Saturday. Don’t you have stuff to do?”

“I’m usually working or at the gym.” I shrugged.

The mention of the gym had her blushing like crazy, and I liked that far too much. The idea Logan was spying on me was the best thing I heard in a long time. I loved that she confessed to watching until the end.

“All I’m saying is that I’m ok. Everything’s fine.”

“Sure. No one said it wasn’t.”

“Alvaro.” She set her fork down.

“What do you do on the weekends?”

She frowned. “Meet up with Willa or read. It’s not very exciting.”

“No. What do you want to do today?”

Yeah, it would be wise to go home. Look what happened the first time we didn’t have the kids as chaperones?

It didn’t matter how many times Logan kept saying she was ok, I didn’t quite believe her. After she fell asleep, I found a pile of paper under her pillow.

She was making a checklist of impossible things. An unattainable plan to be a better guardian for the kids.

I appreciated all the effort, but she was killing herself. An overachiever was never truly done. She’d need a lifetime to finish everything she wanted to perfect.

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