Poor Logan.

As soon as I mentioned having a family dinner to him in his bedroom, I knew this was going to be rough. I had spoken to Wyatt when I first got to their lake house, and he explained that, even though Logan had come out to his family, he was still a little uncomfortable. That explained why he almost choked on his soda when his father asked that question.

I reached under the table and placed my hand on Logan's thigh comfortingly. Once I felt him relax a little, I looked at his father.

"Of course. What would you like to know?"

Logan's father's eyes widened a little. It was like he wasn't expecting me to be so open. "Well, he said you met in college..."

Okay...it wasn't really a question, but I'll bite. "Yes, sir. We shared some of the same classes and worked on a few projects together."

Mr. Thorne nodded his head. "And what was your major?"

"Business."

"And are you working?"

"I'm in between jobs right now," I answered. "My former employer gave out some of my personal information without my permission."

I knew Logan was going to ask me about that one later. I was planning on explaining it to him anyway when we talk after dinner. There was a lot to explain to him later. 

"I see. So you live in the city?"

Damn. I was all for answering whatever questions he had, but this one was a hard one to answer. "Well, I was. I, uh," I paused to clear my throat, "I was in a relationship with someone. A woman. We were living together but it didn't work out. I've been staying at a hotel until I find something more permanent."

For a moment, I was worried that he might say I wasn't good enough for his son. If you think about it, I just ended a relationship with a woman, I had no job, no place to live...not really boyfriend material.

But he didn't say any of that. Instead he said, "I'm sorry to hear that." He gestured around the room with his hand. "You know, you guys are welcome to stay here even after we leave. It would probably be better than that hotel."

I knew Logan was getting more uncomfortable by the minute. He was a breathe away from bolting from the table. With my hand still on his thigh, I stroked his leg with my thumb. That seemed to settle him a little.

"Thank you for the offer, sir. I appreciate that."

"Anytime," Mr. Thorne replied. "So, tell me about your parents."

"Dad!"

Everyone's head whipped in Logan's direction. It was the first time he's spoken during this whole conversation between me and his dad. Logan knew talking about my parents was something I never did. The warning in his voice was clear. 

His dad frowned, clearly confused. "What? I'm just asking about his family."

When Logan went to say something, I stopped him. "Logan, its okay." I looked back at Mr. Thorne and cleared my throat. "Sorry about that. Logan knows my family is a touchy subject." I adjusted myself in the chair. "I don't speak to them. They don't—well, let's just say that they aren't very accepting about who I am."

Mrs. Thorne reached out and placed her hand over my free one. "I'm so sorry, Grant."

"That's ridiculous," Mr. Thorne added. "Completely unacceptable if you ask me."

"I appreciate that," I said softly. I glanced at Logan. He was watching me intently and so I offered him a smile.

As the dinner continued on, there were less interrogation questions and more pleasant conversation. Even Logan seemed to be finally enjoying himself. There were a few times when Amelia or Wyatt would say something to him and he would laugh. God, I missed that laugh.

Even though we spent less time apart now than we did in the past, I had never missed him as much as I did since I last saw him at the cabin. I had been waiting in his room for an hour before he found me. First he had been shocked when he saw me. Understandably, so. Then...pure happiness. I would never forget it.

Once everyone was done eating, Wyatt, Logan, and I cleaned off the table and put the leftover food in the fridge. When the three of us were alone in the kitchen, Wyatt glanced in the direction of the dining room before turning back to me and Logan.

"Listen," he said quietly so he wasn't overheard, "if you let her, mom will keep you guys out here all night. She's about to offer dessert. I highly suggest you guys turn it down if you want any kind of alone time."

"What about you and Amelia?" Logan asked.

Wyatt snorted. "She and I are bailing, too. Mom planned a brunch tomorrow." He took a few steps towards the dining room, stopping before he turned the corner. "Trust me. I'm pretty sure she has this whole weekend planned. Take the alone time when you can get it."

Two seconds after Wyatt left the kitchen, we heard Mrs. Thorne's voice. "Boys! You better get in here if you want dessert!"

I looked at Logan. "What do you want to do?"

I knew what I wanted to do, but if Logan wanted to stay and have dessert with his parents, I wasn't going to object to that.

Logan closed the small distance between us and leaned forward. He brushed his lips against mine, but never actually kissed me. "I think I'd rather have you as dessert."

Sounded fucking perfect to me. "Then let's tell your mom we got other plans," I whispered back to him.

We excused ourselves from dessert and took the stairs two at a time. I could tell by the way Logan tugged me by the hand that he was just as excited as I was.

As soon as we stepped into his room, I kicked the door shut and pushed him back against the wall. I took possession of his mouth immediately—my tongue stroking his methodically as I reached for the waistband of his jeans.

"I thought," he breathed between kisses, "we needed," another deep kiss followed by a low moan when I pressed myself against him, "to talk first."

I broke the kiss and pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it over my shoulder. "Do you really want to talk right now?"

His eyes dropped to what my hands were doing as I unfastened my pants and quickly removed them and my boxers. I stood completely naked in front of him while I waited for his answer.

"You're right. No talking."

A corner of my mouth lifted and I wet my lips with my tongue. I could taste him already. "Take off your clothes," I ordered him.

I had never seen anyone undress so quickly before. In a matter of seconds, Logan was laying naked on his black sheets—his head resting on the pillows and his eyes on me. I stalked towards the bed slowly, taking in the sight of his incredible body. Everything about him drew me in. His dark eyes. His soft lips. His thick biceps. His hard abs. Everything. 

He wrapped his hand around his hard dick, his back arching as he stroked it. The closer I got to the bed, the more turned on he seemed to get. Once I close enough, he reached out with both hands and pulled my face down to kiss me. Without breaking the lip-lock, I climbed on the bed and hovered over him with my knees on either side of his hips. 

Logan kissed me with a hunger I had never seen before. He sucked on my tongue, each stroke inside that warm mouth made me ache for more. I pulled away from him to kiss a path along his jawline. Then to his neck. Down his chest. Over those delicious abs. When I got to the part of him I wanted the most, I gripped his sex with my hand and flicked my eyes up to his. 

The low moan that slipped past his lips as my mouth wrapped around the blunt head was the sexiest thing I had ever heard. I took Logan deep in my mouth, loving the way he buried his hand in my hair as I moved my head up and down along his dick. I always thought fucking Logan—no, making love to Logan—was my favorite thing. But this...this was so much better somehow. I loved the way he went crazy from the pleasure. I loved the way his back arched as I brought him closer and closer to the brink. Most importantly, I loved the way he bit into that bottom lip of his when he was close to—

"Fuck..." he moaned. I knew if I didn't stop now, he was coming to come. 

I stopped sucking him and got off the bed. I grabbed my pants from the floor and pulled a condom from the pocket. I figured I was going to want one that was easy to get to when I got here. I ripped open the wrapper and slid it on my own throbbing erection. When I went back to the bed, Logan was standing beside it, eyes on me. 

I pressed my lips softly against his. This kiss was different. Slow. Soft. Lazy. "God, I want you," I whispered before pulling back to meet his gaze. "Turn around." 

Logan turned and bent forward, resting his hands on the bed. I didn't hesitate. I gripped his shoulder with my left hand, and I guided myself inside him with the right. 

"So...fucking good," I moaned as I started a steady rhythm. In and out, I made love to Logan. He was the only man I had ever been with. He was the only person, man or woman, that I felt like I could bare my soul to. The only one who knew me—really knew me—and loved me anyway. 

Logan called my name when his orgasm shot through him, and mine was seconds after his. We stayed like that for a few seconds, trying to catch our breaths. Then I thought about that time we were together at the cabin.

Just like Logan, I dropped my forehead to his back. And just like Logan I whispered...

"I love you, too."

Hey guys! I'm sorry I'm posting so late. Work and school got a little crazy. But I promise to have a new chapter for you tomorrow earlier in the day!

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