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

presents, and the present I got you is not even on the same wavelength.”

I cock a brow. “You got me a present? I thought we weren’t doing gifts,” I say with a tilt of my head, copying her earlier words.

“Yes, but I was kind of creative with it.”

“You made me something?”

She tilts her head to the side. “Um, kind of. Your present is me,” she says with a slide of her hand over her dress of bows, a little unsure.

My cock goes hard instantly, and I know she feels it. “Do I get to unwrap you?”

Smiling with relief, she slides off me and gets to her feet. Biting her bottom lip, she says in a sultry voice, “If you wanted, yeah, but I was thinking it might be more fun if I unwrapped myself.”

Hell fucking yes.

“I was going to wait until tonight to give it to you, but do you want it now?”

I know we need to head back downstairs before anyone realizes we’ve been gone for so long, but when it’s just me and Ally and she’s giving herself to me as a beautifully wrapped gift…well, it’s easy to forget about the rest of the world. It’s the effect she has on me when I’m around her. Everybody else fades into the background.

“Yes,” I answer before pointing to the door behind her. “You’d better lock the door though.”

Spinning on her feet, she walks the couple of feet to the door and swipes the lock. Turning back around, she returns until she’s just standing right in front of me. Wordlessly, she pulls the straps of her dress over her shoulders, and I watch with pure adoration as she slowly drags her dress down her body before stepping out of it. My jaw just about drops to the floor at the sight of her in the sexiest damn lingerie—a red lacy corset bodysuit that fits her body like it was made for her. And also, it’s a little see-through with her nipples peeking through.

“Holy shit,” I drawl out.

“Do you like?” she asks as she flutters her eyelashes at me.

“Do I like? Are you kidding me? I fucking love,” I exclaim, taking in every single inch of her like a hungry man who hasn’t eaten a decent meal in months. I pull her into me, my hands grazing over the curve of her ass.

“I know you said chicks don’t like getting lingerie for Christmas, but FYI, this is the perfect fucking Christmas present.”

Our lips join, and her hands trail down to my fly and slowly unfasten my slacks. I grunt against her tongue as her warm fingers grasp my cock.

When she pulls back, her gaze burns into me. “Commando, huh?”

I smile wide. “Well, I thought it would be more efficient to skip the boxers tonight.”

Pulling my cock out, she whispers, “Definitely more efficient.”

She steps away and turns her back to me. I lean back on my elbows as she stands between my legs and positions that sexy ass over my cock, her pussy rubbing against me.

She glances back at me. “Since this is your Christmas present, I’m gonna do all the work, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Then, with a slip of her lingerie, she slowly slides down my dick. As she rides the hell out of me, all I can think of is that this really is the perfect fucking Christmas present.

“You know, it’s not as fun, watching you get dressed, as it was watching you strip for me,” I tell Ally as she pulls back on her dress.

She purses her lips with a smirk while she adjusts the straps of her dress over her shoulders. “You are such a sulk after sex.”

“I can’t help it; I just prefer you naked.”

She eyes my body appreciatively as I stand from the bed, adjusting my sweater back into place.

“I prefer you naked, too, but unfortunately, we live in a society that requires clothes. Plus, people will be wondering where we’ve gone, and they are probably adding two and two together as we speak.”

“I guess I am thirsty after that workout, but I wish we didn’t have to go back to being enemies so soon.”

She steps up to me and places her hands along my jawline. My eyes tug on the silver wrapped around her wrist, and I love knowing she’s wearing my crappy gift.

“Well, just think of it like this: we only have to be enemies for a few more hours, and then we can have all the make-up sex you want.”

That piques my interest.

“Fine, but only because you said make-up sex,” I tell her with a pout.

She throws her head back with a laugh and then sets a kiss to my lips. “Love you.”

Finally smiling, I say, “I love you, too.”

We kiss again, and as she turns away from me, I smack her ass. “You head out first, and I’ll follow in thirty seconds.”

“Okay, I’ll see you downstairs, douche bag,” she says, reaching for the door handle.

I glare at her with amusement. “Wait until we’re downstairs for the insults, smart-ass.”

Chuckling under her breath, she opens the door, but I notice she left her other present on the nightstand.

“Wait,” I tell her as I quickly grab her necklace. “Don’t forget your other gift.”

I hand it to her, and she smiles sweetly as she takes it from me.

“Thank you.” And then she slips out.

I wait for about thirty seconds and head out. I go to shut the door behind me but come to a standstill when I notice Blake is standing outside the bathroom with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“What’s going on?” I ask, instantly suspicious.

“Why don’t you tell me?” he says, his huge smile still in place.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I try to brush it off, but he is having none of it, and he starts laughing.

“You’ve always been a shit liar. Dude, I saw Ally…looking thoroughly fucked. And then you leave not even thirty seconds later…with”—he looks down at my crotch and back up at my face—“your fly