Forever Logan by Elena Matthews (best fiction novels .txt) 📗

dagger. “He was just a grade-A douche bag with a small dick. You frustrate me because of your ability to know how to push the right buttons. You make me so angry that I want to fuck your dick off. Him, not so much.”

“God, we’re going to have some of the most amazing make-up sex. I can’t fucking wait.”

She giggles, letting her head fall to my chest. “You’re insatiable.”

Unable to hold back, my cock begins to get hard in between her legs, and she tilts her head back with a questionable pull of her eyebrow.

“Down, boy. No way am I going to let you destroy me with that monster again tonight. I’m way too delicate downstairs.”

“Hey, I’m with you.” I defensively hold my hands out at my sides. “He, on the other hand, has a mind of his own. I was going to suggest I take you up to your bed, so you can try to get some uninterrupted sleep.”

She shakes her head, beginning to shift off me. “You’re sweet to suggest it, but trust me, I won’t be able to sleep again tonight. You might as well go home, so you can get some sleep.”

“Well, if you can’t sleep, I won’t either. We could watch a movie?” I suggest.

I don’t want to go home. I want to spend as much time with her as humanly possible. She seems to think for a moment, and then her eyes light up like she’s had a lightbulb moment.

“How about we finish Remi and Nate’s wedding website? You can add in the security while I make it pretty.”

She smirks, obviously remembering the massive disagreement we got in over who would design it for them.

“Okay, but you’ve got to put some damn clothes on,” I say, glancing down at her sexy, naked body. “Especially if you expect this guy to calm down.” I point down to my erection, which is standing proud.

She lightly laughs as she stands from the bed. She gathers up our clothes from the floor and sets them on the end of the bed before throwing my boxers at me. “If I have to get dressed, so do you.”

She winks before proceeding to gather up my sweater, but instead of handing it to me, she pulls it over her head, covering her naked body…and it does nothing to calm my hormones or my excited dick.

I just stare at her because, damn, it looks better on her than it ever did on me.

“What?” she asks.

“Um, just wondering what I’m going to wear since you’ve taken my only sweater.”

She glances down at herself with feigned realization. “Oh yeah, you’re right,” she exaggerates. “I guess I’ll have to take it off again.”

She then removes it, throwing the sweater at me, leaving her yet again in her naked glory. The piece of clothing gets ignored as I lean forward and drag her pretty ass back into bed. She squeals with delight as we become tangled up in the sheets. I roll her onto her back and cage her in with my hard, muscular arms while my dick presses up against her pussy.

She lets out a low groan while grinding herself against me. “I thought we were going to finish the website.”

“We will…later,” I grit out while I slowly thrust inside her before claiming her mouth with mine.

It’s a few days before Christmas Day, and I’m at my parents’ ugly Christmas sweater party. Though I’ve only been here for an hour, my brother’s signature mistletoe margaritas are definitely hitting the right spot. The alcohol isn’t the only reason I’m in a fantastic mood. I just love Christmas. I turn into a big kid. The presents, the decorations, the food—hell, I even love the music. It’s the time to be merry, and though I get to see my family all the time, the older we get, the harder it becomes to spend time together as a whole family.

There’s just one thing that would improve tonight—or one person, who would be Ally. She’s the reason I keep looking over in the vicinity of the front door as I wait for her to arrive. We’ve been together officially for a little under a month now, and we haven’t told anyone about us yet, so to everybody else, we’re still mortal enemies. However, in reality, we’ve been boning each other’s brains out. It’s like the meaner we are to each other in front of Nate and Remi, the hotter the sex is. It’s even beyond my expectations, and before I met Ally, I wasn’t exactly a stranger to the art of seduction. It’s definitely fun, though a part of me hates the sneaking around. But we both agreed that we wouldn’t tell Nate and Remi until after the wedding. Luckily, it’s less than five weeks away, so I don’t mind the whole facade for another month.

“Ho, ho, ho, motherfucker,” my brother Blake says, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I swallow back the rest of my margarita. “Hey, man.” I glance down at my watch. “You’re an hour late, you know?”

“I know; I know,” he huffs with annoyance. “Corporate law doesn’t give a shit about the holidays, but I’m finally here with my ugly Christmas sweater.” He points to himself, beaming from ear to ear.

I snort at the awesomeness of it. It’s Ross from Friends, dressed as the holiday armadillo.

“Don’t let Kaelyn see that. You know she’s obsessed with all Friends clothing apparel,” I say, talking about our older sister. I think she has a drawer at home dedicated to just Friends clothes.

“Don’t let Kaelyn see what?” Kaelyn pipes up between us with her boyfriend, Chase.

They’re attached at the hip with a two-person sweater, which kind of looks like Santa threw up multicolored sugar cookies over the pair of them.

“Blake’s sweater.” I point.

Kaelyn’s eyes grow wide with amazement, a huge smile plastered on her face. “The holiday armadillo! I love it. I’m totally stealing that for Christmas Day!” Then, her eyes roam over my shirt, and she laughs.