"Can't you stay?"
"Stay where? Here?"
"No. Can't you come back with me to the hotel tomorrow instead of going to the airport?" He held my gaze. His eyes were subtle and almost pleading. "Can't you stay and finish what you came here for?" he added.
I smiled. "Logan," I enunciated, smiling broadly. "Are you asking me to stay?"
"Would that make you stay?"
"Maybe," I answered, lowering my eyes to his chest before raising them to his face. My heart was swelling with joy. "Are you?" I quizzed.
He nodded. "Yes, Harp. I'm asking you to stay. So, will you?"
I was knocked back to reality when Cassie came to mind. The network had been unstable, but I planned to try again today. I knew she was horribly worried, and I felt like a bad mother, because I had been here in this bed in a state of ecstasy. It was the first time I had spent this much time with a man since I gave birth to Cassie.
I knew I had a lot of explaining to do to her, and she would be disappointed that I was not coming home yet. I didn't want to disappoint her, but I also couldn't help but think that this could be my chance to not only be with Logan but to make us a family. It was probably time I told him about Cassie. He had every right to know about her, and maybe this was the right time to fix everything that had broken.
But I also couldn't help but wonder what would happen when I told him I had a child. Would he freak out?
"Harp?" Logan called, pulling me out of my thoughts. "So?" he quizzed.
"So??" I repeated, a little lost.
"Will you stay?" he asked, a half of a chuckle staining his face.
Oh! That, I thought. "Yeah, fine. I'll stay."
"Ugh! I'm so glad to hear that."
I smiled, too, watching him for a minute. He looks cheerful, and maybe I should tell him now. "Logan," I mumbled, and he turned to me.
"Yeah," he replied.
"I…." I began, but that was as far as I could go. My heart was pounding like a drum, and my chest felt like a pile of bricks was on top of it. What if he doesn't take it too well? What if he gets mad and I lose him? So many thoughts raced through my mind, and I just couldn't say anything.
"You what?" he asked, hanging on to my words.
"I-I," I stammered, at a loss for words. Logan waited. I could tell he was waiting as he stared intently. "I'm glad you're the one I got stuck with here," I said instead, but it wasn't a lie. Everything might have gone wrong for us to get stuck here, but it couldn't have felt more right.
"Of course you are. Who wouldn't be?" he gloated.
I laughed. "Is it just me, or are you getting cockier by the minute."
He shrugged, leaning over me and breathing on my face as he cracked a joke, "It could be a cock thing."
I gasped, and we both laughed hard. "Gosh! I'm starved," I grumbled.
"Me too, but it's definitely not the kind you're craving," he said, giving me a dirty look, and it turned me on.
I bit my lip. "Mmh."
"Yes, Mmh," he hummed, going down my body and spreading my legs wide. Logan kissed my pussy lips, and I watched him bury his head between my thighs and lick my entrance slowly. His eyes were lustful, red, and greedy as he snaked a tongue up my entrance, lapping at my clit like a madman. The action sent a ripple of shock to my body. We were going at it again.
Logan pressed his lips to my entrance, and I jumped, reaching my hand between my legs and clutching the back of his head—fisting and pulling it as he continued to invade my pussy with his tongue. Thrusting his tongue inside my pussy, deeper and deeper until I couldn't take it anymore.
I clutched his hair tightly, arching my back and raising my hip so he could shove his tongue further. My body vibrated with his every thrust, drawing me closer to my release. Logan slipped two fingers inside me, pushing them deeper and stretching my vagina. He twisted his fingers, moving them in a circular motion and curving them inside me, making me want to scream at the top of my lungs.
Logan continued his thrusts, pumping deeper and deeper into my core with his fingers while slowly picking up the pace.