Page 66 of Secret Baby With My Brother's Best Friend

I barely got to my feet. "No, wait," Logan said, grabbing me by the wrist and pulling me back to the bed. A mischievous smile hung on his lips.

"What?" I furrowed a brow, grinning. I could tell what was on his mind already. It was an easy guess, especially with that grin.

Logan didn't respond as he leaned in, running his finger up my arm and sneaking his palm to my cheek. Our eyes locked, and his lips instantly touched mine. A soft and gentle touch that sent goosebumps through my entire body.

His kiss was like a slow-burning fire, starting with a delicate caress that made my heart skip. His lips moved against mine tenderly, and I reveled in every moment of this intimate connection. His warm breath heated my face, and the soft brush of his fingers against my skin sent waves of pleasure through my entire body, making my toe curl.

As the kiss deepened, the intensity between us expanded, my body trembling with need. His hands found their way to the small of my back, pulling me closer. Our tongues danced swiftly, the slurps echoing through the room

Logan leaned over me, causing me to bend backward until I was lying on the bed, and he was on top of me. He kissed my neck repeatedly, nibbling my skin and causing me to moan softly. His mouth was doing wonders on me, and my body trembled beneath his touch. Logan slid his hand beneath my blouse, his fingers crawling their way through my stomach to my—

The knock on the door interrupted us, earning a grumble from Logan. He stopped, darting his eyes at the door, and the knock echoed through the room again louder. "Fuck!" he cursed, yanking his hand beneath my blouse and getting off me.

I could spot the erection in his jeans as he stood. The knock came again, and I got to my feet. "I'll get it. You should relax," I told him, lowering my eyes to his erection. Logan followed my gaze and rolled his eyes, pulling his shirt down to shield it away.

I laughed and went to answer the door. I opened the door, only to find Cassie and Carl standing at the entrance. "She was looking for you," Carl pointed to Cassie the minute my eyes landed on him.

"What happened to breakfast?" Cassie questioned, and my eyes darted to her.

"Nothing. Logan is just running late. He will be out soon," I said to her and turned, catching Logan's gaze as he stood in the bedroom. "Hurry!" I exclaimed, "We will be waiting outside," I informed and left the room.

Ten minutes later, Logan stepped out of the room in a fresh t-shirt and jeans. "Good morning," Cassie greeted in a pitched voice, flashing him a warm smile.

"Morning, pretty girl. How did you sleep?"

"I slept okay. Did you?"

"I slept," Logan replied dryly, and we headed to the restaurant for breakfast.

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A few hours later, we returned to the room—Cassie and I. Amanda had remained downstairs as I asked her to so I could get some alone time with Cassie and tell her the truth about Logan as I promised him I would. I kicked my shoes off my feet and tossed them aside before facing Cassie to see what she was doing. She was engrossed in her ipad, looking so curious as she scrolled through it.

"Cass," I called, gaining her attention, and she looked at me blankly, lowering the device in her hands. Waiting to hear what I had to say. The time was finally here, I had to tell Cassie the truth, and yet, somehow, I found myself speechless—hesitant.

It was not that I didn't know what to say or how to say it. It was more that I didn't know where to begin and how she would take it. I was scared, worrying about how the truth might affect her and if she would hate me or Logan for all of it. The thought of that struck a chord inside me, making my heart twist painfully in my chest.

"You ok mommy?" Cassie asked, interrupting my thoughts. Her eyes were fixed on me, intense and probing like a hawk's.

I shook my head. "No, there's nothing wrong. I just…I have to tell you something," I replied, taking a long deep breath as I faced her. I was nervous.

"Tell me what?" she quizzed, meeting my eyes.

"It's about Logan. There's something you should know about him," I mumbled. "Something I should have told you all this time. Logan is—"

"My daddy," she cut in, finishing my statement for me. "Logan is my daddy, right?"

"You knew?" I raised a brow, stunned by her response and the lack of surprise on her face.

"I thought that maybe it was possible."

"You did?" I repeated, perplexed. "How? I don't understand."

Cassie slid off the bed and went to her backpack, unzipping it and pulling out a photograph from the bag. She walked up to me and stretched the photo to me. I took it from her and took one look at the photo—transfixed. It was a photo of Logan, the only photo of him that I had. I had kept it over the years as a way to remind myself that he was real and that we had happened.

"I saw it in your drawer last week by accident. I was in there because I was scared that something had happened to you. I heard about the storm, and I scared, so I went to your room and—"

I pulled her into my arms and gave her a warm hug. "I'm sorry," I whispered, releasing her from my grip. "I'm sorry I never showed you a picture or told you more about him before."

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