Loveland Vol.3

Chapter 1

Autumn

I'm sitting in my old arm chair. My favorite chair. I kept it by the window in the bedroom. I liked this window because I could see the plum tree I had planted when we first bought the house. Paul said it was silly. 

"There won't even be fruit on the damn thing for 13 years. What's the point?" He was right. It would take that long to produce decent fruit. But I didn't care. I knew it would blossom one day. With time. 

I sat in the chair enjoying the silence. Aiden was already in bed. He's only 7 at this point. Thanksgiving break is next week. I could remember thinking, as I heard the front door open and slam shut. 

Paul was home...

It was past midnight already. He'd probably been out drinking. That was the usual anyway. I sat in the chair not bothering to move, when I heard him scuffle down the hallway. I figured he would pass out in our "guest bedroom" which was actually his room. But instead he stopped at my bedroom door. I saw his shadow under the crack, and stayed quiet. I hoped he would think I was asleep and leave me alone. 

We'd had a nasty fight earlier in the day and I wasn't in the mood for a redo. He didn't say anything on the other side of the door. He just stood there. Then the doorknob started to move. 

I sat there frozen... "Please just go to bed." I prayed silently. 

But the doorknob kept turning until I heard it click open. 

Startled I woke up with a jolt. Sitting straight up in the bed. My skin was cold but I was covered in sweat. My heart was racing as I looked around the dark room. Not recognizing where I was I began to panic. Then I heard a low snore beside me. I looked down, allowing my eyes to adjust to the darkness. 

My Logan

There he was. Big and bulky on this small but oh so comfortable bed. His tattooed arm slung over his eyes. The other reaching out onto my side of the bed. He was looking for me in his sleep. He looked so handsome, his strong jawline illuminated by the small pool of moonlight peaking through the flannel curtain. 

Once I saw him I realized where I was again.

In Ireland...  On my honeymoon. 

This sweet little hotel he brought me to was incredible. His parents came here in their honeymoon as well. He said he was worried it would be too cheesy, but I was ecstatic when he handed me the plane tickets. 

I wiped my eyes and stood up. Walking carefully to the bathroom. Trying not to wake him, though every single floorboard beneath my feet creaked as I moved. But he never stirred. 

The little bathroom was adorable. Old antique sink and claw-footed tub to match. Dark green and gold wallpaper lined the top half of the walls, while faded white shiplap lined the bottom. It was probably over 100 years old, this place. But I loved it. 

I leaned over the sink to wash my face. Really it was to wash those icky memoires away. "why in the hell would I be dreaming about Paul? Now? And why that night of all nights?" I kept asking myself. But before I could answer I heard the bed creak outside the bathroom door. I looked out to see Logan tossing and turning. I smiled a little. Knowing the man missed me. Even in his sleep. Turning off the light, I walked quickly over to the bed and climbed in. Without opening his eyes he held his arms out for me to get into the nook under his left arm. My head rested on his chest. With the thumping of his heart to lull me back to sleep. 

The air was crisp here, in the early morning. The wind whipped around our faces as the waves crashed along the rocks beneath us. Well about 400 feet down anyway. It was absolutely beautiful here. We walked along the rocky hills with the tour group that Logan insisted we join. Against my better judgement I agreed. Don't get me wrong, this place was amazing. And the sights would be something of my dreams for years to come. But I didn't want to go on a hike. I just wanted alone time with Logan. 

He walked ahead of me, just enough for me to admire his ass. His dark jeans clung to him perfectly in all the right places. He was wearing the shirt I had bought him for his birthday. Green and brown flannel, over his Iron Madden Tshirts. God he looked amazing. I suddenly felt frumpy in my white cashmere pullover and jeans. But looking at his ass always made me feel better. s**t. He caught me...

"Get a good look babe?" He said over his shoulder with a cocky grin. I loved and hated it. 

"Sure did, honey." I said trying to be cute. I picked up my pace so try to get in front of him. But he took hold of my hand and held it tight. He pulled me in closer to him so he could whisper in my ear. 

" I know you wanted to stay in the hotel room, and trust me so did I. But if we come all this way to the mother country and don't see everything we can, we'll regret it. Just trust me baby. I'll make it up to you later. I promise." His words were a breathy promise on my neck that sent chills up my spine. I prayed this man never stopped doing this to me. 

Later on after the morning cold had passed and the air started to warm, Logan and I sat at a corner Cafe called O'Sullivan's. One of the most popular restaurants in Galway, Ireland. The outdoor benches were absolutely adorable. But the food... It was to die for. Black pudding, soda bread, an entire spread of different cheeses, and those same delicious pears that Logan fed me on our first date. I took the last bite off my plate and sat back. Patting my tummy. 

"Goodness. You keep feeding me like this, and I'm gonna get fat." I said jokingly. He laughed, throwing his head back as he sipped his beer. 

"Oh baby, haha I don't mind a little bit.extra. You could gain 20 pounds and still be out of my league." Leaning in be kissed me under my ear. Right at my pulse. Good lord. 

"Oh no no. Don't count on that. Tomorrow we head back home, and back to reality. And watching my carbs haha." He smiled as he leaned over gently stroking my thigh. I had switched into a navy blue floral sundress, after the weather warmed up. My tan was on point. I was feeling amazing. Logan still in his Iron Madden t-shirt looked ridiculously hot. Effortless. The bastard. 

As he stroked my leg, all I kept thinking was, let's just go. Right now. No more food. No more distractions. He looked over at me and smiled. The waitress brought us the check, she was a tiny little thing, I noticed. Maybe 5 foot? But she was excellent at her job. She quietly laid the ticket on the table. Logan stopped her, handed her some cash. 

"Keep the change." Is all he said. I hoped he was thinking what I was thinking. We would be leaving tomorrow. I wanted to spend the rest of the night together. Then my stomach rumbled. I ate way too much food? No I'll be fine. Walk it off back to the hotel. Maybe we'll take the long way haha. 

"You wanna take a walk?" I asked him. Standing up from the table. He stretched just a little before shaking his head. 

"Nope. I wanna go back to the hotel. And get lost in my wife for the rest of the day. Sound good to you?" My heart skipped a beat. Suddenly my stomach rumbles were gone. 

"Sounds like a plan"

Standing in front of Logan, who was now sitting on the bed. He elbows rested on his knees. He gotten a haircut for the wedding and even though it was shorter than what I was use to, I couldn't help but think it was sexy. I was glad he kept his beard though. His head rested on my tummy, as he nuzzled the sensitive spot just under my bellybutton, I shivered. His hands left his knees and made their way around my legs. Resting on the back of my thighs. I started to take off my right heel. He braced me as I slowly slid them off. 

He looked up at me, gorgeous whiskey colored eyes peaking through his eyelashes. 

"I love you woman." Is all he said. That's all he needed to say. I took his face in my hands, climbing onto his lap. His lips still tasted like the beer we had earlier. I loved it. As his tongue found mine, his hands slid under my dress, cupping my ass cheeks. His fingers kneaded into my cheeks as I ground into him.

"Your not wearing any underwear." He said surprised. I couldn't help but laugh. 

"Nope. What are you gonna do about it?" 

His hands slowly pushed the navy blue strap of my dress off my shoulder. His lips were soft as he kissed my collar bone. The air in our room was thick and smelled of my Versace perfume. I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my lips and his hands moved from my cheeks, up and around my thighs and he placed his thumb on my clit. His lips still sucking and nibbling on my chest and neck, he whispered my name, bringing goosebumps onto my skin. 

"Please Logan... I want you." I could barely speak as he yanked the top of my dress down and found my breast. Taking my n****e between his teeth. I reached in between us to find his zipper. I could feel how hard he was under his jeans. I wanted it. Now. I felt wild in that moment. I liked it. When his zipper was down I reached in and took hold of him. He gasped a little in his throat. I reached for the hair on the back of his head with my free hand. Digging in with my nails, I pulled his face back to make him look at me. He took me by my chin and held me there. His eyes never leaving mine. 

"I love you Logan. Now f**k me, please" hearing myself talking that way should have shocked me, but instead it just turned me on. What has this man done to me? He then pulled me into him, lifting me up just enough so he could slide into me. I cried out as pounded into me. He was so deep this way. With my sundress bunched up at my waist, he rocked me until my body shook, and my nails dug into his neck until I was sure I drew blood. It was incredible. 

As our orgasms peaked, his body shuddered as he came inside of me. I thought surly he would need rest for a minute, at least. But instead he kissed the tip of my nose, then my lips. Then nibbled on my chin. Laughing a little. 

"What's so funny?" I asked, still on top of him. He looked me in the eyes, with that cocky grin. 

" I just know what you were thinking. And your wrong. I'm not done with you yet." He then stood me up. Yanked the dress down and off of me. Throwing it behind him. He took off his shirt and then dropped his jeans and boots. 

Dammit. Nobody should look that good naked. I thought to myself. 

"Come here. Get on your knees." 

Oh boy.