Page 51 of Secret Baby With My Brother's Best Friend

I cried and gripped his shoulders, my sex clenching against the thick penetration. Logan dug his fingers into my hips, holding me tightly and burying his face in my neck, kissing and sucking my nape. He rammed his cock into me explosively, picking up the pace with every thrust, and I writhed beneath him, feeling my pussy burn with the friction of his movement.

I groaned, grabbing his butt and urging him to go faster. I shut my eyes, feeling the pleasure rattle my entire being.

Logan flipped us so I was on top of him, and I smiled, taking over. I rode his shaft like it was a horse, slamming down on him hard and with urgency, fucking him as if my life depended on it.

I bounced on his dick, and Logan watched me with appreciation, grabbing my waist and deepening the contact between us. My nails dug into his shoulder, steadying myself as I continued to slam down on him. Moans ripped from my lips, and I held him tighter, coming down on him with so much force I thought my body would explode with pleasure.

With each thrust I drew nearer, pleasure rattled me from the inside. Logan met my every thrust, pounding inside me hard until I couldn't take it anymore, and I came harder than I had ever come before. The orgasm took every bit of me, and I collapsed on top of him helplessly, rolling over to the bed.

Shuddering, with our ragged breaths echoing through the silence—the rain had stopped. Logan pulled me, wrapping his arms around me tightly and kissing my forehead. "You drive me crazy," he mumbled against my head and pulled me closer, our skin burning against each other as he stroked his fingers down my arm, and I slowly dozed off as the exhaustion kicked in.

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I woke up to the masculine scent of Logan next to me, feeling the weight of his arms still around my waist. I kept my eyes closed, not daring to open my eyes for fear that everything would disappear and last night would turn out to be a dream. If it was just a dream, I was sure I never wanted to wake up. I would rather keep my eyes closed and stay in the dream—remain in the feeling of Logan's arm around me and his scent waking me.

A smile played at the corners of my lips as I inhaled deeply, allowing his scent to fill my senses. It was a scent that had become familiar, comforting, and undeniably Logan.

"You're awake," his voice whispered gently, brushing his lips against my ear. I felt the delicate touch of his fingers trace the contours of my face, sending a shiver down my spine. Without even thinking about it, I slowly opened my eyes to the warm sensation of his touch. The warm morning light flooded in, illuminating his face, and there he was, inches away from me, gazing at me with those beautiful eyes that did insane things to my body.

"Logan," I whispered, my voice barely audible, as I met his gaze and intertwined my fingers with his, grounding myself in the reality of his presence. "Your hand is cold," I mumbled, kissing his hand and feeling glad to know he was here and that last night truly happened.

"And you're warm," he grinned deeply, staring into my eyes. "...You're so beautiful," he said and kissed my nape, tracing his lips down my neck and bathing my skin with light kisses before raising his head to stare at my face.

"What?" I asked after a while. Logan was still staring intently at me, and I thought I would melt.

He shook his head, "Nothing."

"It doesn't look like nothing to me. Tell me. What's on your mind?" I asked.

He looked almost vulnerable as he answered. "I'm just thinking about all the years that passed us by and how I could never forget you. Not even for a minute. I thought about you every single day. I missed you so much. I thought I'd die."

"Stop," I mumbled. It was outrageous, and yet his words burned a hole in my chest. How could he even say that? Was this a joke to him? I pulled myself up, getting seated, and he did the same. Tears pricked my eyes, and I tried my best to hold them back. "That's a lie. Don't lie to me, Logan," I said, and a tear rolled down my face.

He reached for my face, wiping the teardrop off with his thumb. His cold finger burned into my skin. "I know I have been a jerk, but I mean every word I just said to you."

"No, you don't. If you did, then why did you leave? Without a word. Why??" I almost burst, barely able to contain my frustration. My voice shook, pain seeping into my voice. I felt so fragile, wanting to cry my heart out as all the past enveloped me.

"Because I had to," Logan replied softly.

"You had to?" I repeated, raising a brow. "What does that even mean?" I quizzed through gritted teeth, and there was a long silence between us.

Logan held my gaze, and I could see the conflict in his eyes as he uttered. "I had to because of Caleb."

Caleb? My heart raced. "What does he have to do with this?" I raised a quizzical brow, perplexed.

"Everything. I had to leave because…."

"Because that was the term of my promise to him."

Promise? What promise?

"What promise?" I asked him, dreading his response. I had a feeling it was a whole thing—It usually is when Caleb was involved. What had Caleb done?

Chapter Twenty-Six

Logan

"What promise?" Harper asked, and the question was like a time machine sending me back to my teenage days. It was reminiscent of the day Caleb made me make that silly promise to him. I didn't think much of it back then when I made that promise—perhaps if I did, I wouldn't have made it in the first place. Actually, I still would have. There's no way I could have ever foreseen that I would break that promise.

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