“Now, are you okay?” I asked, and watched his eyes smile.
“Yeah,” he said again.
“Good,” I whispered.
“Be a whole lot better, you dropped to your knees and got down to business.”
I felt my eyes widen then narrow before I rolled them to the ceiling.
“Sex on the brain,” I said to the ceiling.
“Babe, you haven’t blown me in three days.”
I rolled my eyes back to him. “You’re counting?”
“Do I have a dick to be blown?” he asked.
“Yes,” I snapped.
“Then fuck yeah I’m counting.”
I unwound my arms from him so I could plant my hands on my hips, suggesting, “How about we make that thirteen days?”
“You can keep your mouth from my cock that long, have at it.”
“Like you’re down with that,” I scoffed.
“Nope,” he said. “But done with this conversation seein’ as I’m about to be down on something else.”
“Logan!” I snapped.
He moved a hand to my chest, pushing me so I fell over the arm of the couch.
I landed and had no chance to get my body under my control before his hands clamped on my hips and yanked them to the arm so my ass was resting there.
Then they went to my zipper.
“Logan,” I whispered.
In the end, it was Logan who dropped to his knees.
He didn’t mind.
I didn’t either.
I so didn’t.
Not even a little bit.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Stop It
Millie
LOGAN CAME.
I swallowed.
Then I suckled, licked, stroked, and finally left his cock to kiss my way up his chest until I could rest my weight on him and work my mouth under his ear.
He wrapped his arms around me.
“That’s what I’m talkin’ about,” he muttered¸ sounded satisfied, languid, and happy.
Suffice it to say, I hadn’t been able to hold out thirteen days.
Just five.
But I made it that five.
He rolled to take us to our sides, one of his hands sliding down my spine to my ass.
His mouth was under my ear when he murmured, “Your turn.”
As it always was with Logan.
You give.
You get.
I grinned.
Then I got my turn.
* * *
“Okay, straight up, that shit is cray-cray.”
I was sitting in my office, Kellie across from me, and I’d just told her that part of that day’s agenda was meeting Logan and his ex-wife for lunch.
Kellie was at my studio because Kellie was currently taking a sabbatical from work, that being, she quit her job so the sabbatical was actually from employment.
She did this with relative frequency. I didn’t know how she did it. I just knew she did.
She’d had a variety of jobs, everything from waitress to bartender to data entry to office manager of a thriving medical practice (her last job). She was a certified nurse’s assistant and she could type faster than anyone I’d ever seen.
She also had a one-room condo she bought ages ago, fixed it up rock ’n’ roll (like she liked it), and left it at that. She didn’t move on up. She did trade out cars like some women traded out handbags but she did this in ways I didn’t ask about either since they were all used cars, but nice cars; she got them on the cheap and not from a lot.
Further, she would often get a man. She’d keep that man. She’d then dump that man. After dumping, she’d have fun. Then, when she got sick of waking up alone or doing it facing some hookup she barely knew, she’d find a man and keep him awhile only to eventually dump him.
In other words, Kellie did what Kellie wanted to do.
And part of what Kellie wanted to do was live life and to get that, she worked to live, not the other way around.
I’d always worried about her living her life this way. In fact, Dottie, Justine and Veronica, and I had had a variety of conversations over the years because we’d all worried about her.
But looking at her now, off work, fresh manicure, fresh highlights in her ash blonde hair, relaxed and kicking back with her girl, I wondered if I shouldn’t have paid more attention, quit worrying, and seen that Kellie was actually living the life I’d once had.
Instead of living to work, working to live and then living it up.
“Logan and Deb don’t have an acrimonious relationship,” I told her.
“Shit like that happens, it’s rare, but it does. Lunch with the ex is still cray-cray,” she replied.
“Logan feels that if Deb and I get along, and the girls see that, we’ll move forward with solving our problems with Zadie,” I shared, and Kellie knew all about Zadie. I kept all the girls up-to-date, including my new Chaos sisters.
“And that’s not a bad idea,” she returned. “So meet, shake hands, commit to the cause, and adios. Not sittin’ down for a full lunch with the woman. One word: awkward.”
“She only gets an hour for lunch and part of that will be taken up with getting to the restaurant,” I informed her. “It won’t last that long.”
She just shook her head.
“It’s gonna be okay,” I assured.
“I hope you’re right,” she replied. “But this is what I know. You’re hot. You’ve always been hot. You’re sweet too. And Low is seriously hot for all that’s you. He’s into you and he doesn’t hide that. None of it. Never did. Haven’t seen him with you since he’s been back but I’m seein’ you right now and what I’m seein’ is my girl’s recently been laid so I’m thinkin’ that shit hasn’t changed.”