Chapter 18: Chapter 18

Will she be able to find enough courage to take the first step?

- You're lucky she's not here to hear this. – He laughed, completely oblivious to the path her thoughts had taken – Mom keeps moaning about how you don't visit her enough, even after Megan and Devon's wedding. And now that you're my girlfriend and her youngest daughter, she'll go to great lengths to keep the dinner table always full for you. – he joked, carefree.

- You... Won't tell them about our plan? – Missy questioned, wondering how he said that… Almost as if she was his real girlfriend and Gwyneth could really start to consider her as her daughter, as she did with Megan and Paul.

Looking taken aback by her question, Logan remained with a frown for a few seconds, before answering her, “I… I don't think it's necessary.

- And even? – now she was even more stunned – Why? You guys are so close, I thought they'd be the first to know.

- Yes you are right. We are very close. – Logan sighed heavily – You know, they've been hoping for a long time for me to find… A girlfriend. Someone I could have a lasting relationship with, after… I don't remember how long, actually. – he shrugged – Love relationships were never my priority, but it always bothered my family. They always dreamed of seeing me find true love. – There was a bitterness in his voice that Missy didn't understand where it came from – That's why… – he seemed hesitant, before looking her in the eyes again, looking thoughtful – I believe that maybe now I can finally give them joy to meet my girlfriend.

- But I'm not really your girlfriend. – Missy said, blushing deeply – Nor am I anything they yearn for you. Will they end up hurt when our plan comes to an end and they realize none of this was real?

Logan's once-focused gaze suddenly turned deeply troubled when she asked that question, looking almost as if she'd slapped him. And she was about to apologize for whatever she had said wrong, when Logan whispered, still clearly uneasy.

- It's really not that bad to enjoy an illusion, even if it's only for a short time. You never know when she might be the only opportunity to experience the happiness you will have. - Something about the energetic, pained way he said it gave her the odd impression that maybe he was talking about something besides the Knights, however, he was already so clearly dismayed, Missy thought it best not to worsen his mood with more questions. Finally, after a short moment, he took a deep breath and returned to look at her softly, even though there was a trace of disturbance in his posture that she couldn't help but notice - Well, now that we've finished our dinner, would you like to would I take her home?

Surprised, Missy pondered that for a second. Everything had been so perfect up until then, that she hadn't even remembered that they would have to leave at some point. It was almost excruciating to know that now she would have to go back to her apartment, where surely that pain would come back to haunt her in full force. And as embarrassing as it was, the truth was, there was a part of her terribly yearning to kiss and touch him again. Why did the night have to end so quickly?

- Or... Would you like to go somewhere else? – Logan asked gently, seeming to understand the disappointment on her face – We can do whatever you want. – he offered, with a tender smile – For me, this night would never end.

Blushing fiercely, Missy could only smirk at his gaze – I had a great time too. It was all so wonderful... Is it...? – she bit her lip almost to the point of bleeding, barely able to believe what she was about to say next – Would you like to stay at my apartment for a while? – she forced the words out, almost too quickly – I can make you some coffee or tea and… And… – she stammered nervously, desperately searching her mind for an adequate excuse to keep him with her for so long. longer – We can eat the chocolates you gave me! - She exclaimed excitedly at the memory, again too loud, blushing right after.

- I would love to. – Logan opened the biggest and most beautiful smile she had ever seen him give and, while he asked for the check, she had to discreetly try to remember how to breathe. However, while she was doing that, he paid the bill and quickly the waiter left.

- You didn't have to pay for everything. Let me ... - She started to take her wallet from her purse, as they got up, but Logan quickly stopped her, taking her hand and intertwining it in his, just as they had done on the table.

- My mission is to make you happy, remember? – he started to guide her out of the restaurant, displaying an amused smile – That includes saying that you don't have to worry about anything, especially money.

So, even though she was nervous at the prospect of having him in her apartment, it wasn't hard for her to again engage in pleasant conversation with him about how Diana was planning her youngest son, Derek's 2nd birthday, and how they could go to that event together. And, before she even realized it, they were at her door again. Swallowing hard as she opened it, Missy could almost feel the heat from his body as they entered side by side. The first thing she noticed, even before turning on the light, was that since Rey hadn't come to greet them, she was probably already completely asleep in her bed in the laundry room.

- I loved your apartment. – She turned her head to see Logan observing her apartment, seeming to notice especially the different backgrounds decorating the environment and the bookshelf with books organized by color – I forgot to mention that when I arrived. Seeing you so beautiful distracted me. – He ran his eyes over her dress, making her feel not only embarrassed, but also warm – Even though you always look beautiful. Especially when you wear your T-shirts or those delicate dresses with light colors... - His sweet gaze seemed almost lost, as he spoke - They make you look... You. It's endearingly charming... and attractive.

The way that last word sounded, so heavy and filled with desire, it woke her body as if a shock had gone through her. Her lips trembled, her skin became sensitive, and, inexplicably, her nipples began to press against the fabric of her bra, as if wanting Logan to see them. Taking an audible breath to try and compose herself, Missy crossed one arm over her chest as she tried to hide her embarrassment.

- Hmmm... I... I'll get the candy. - she hurried to say, running away while praying that he hadn't noticed her indiscreet breasts... And also wondering if she shouldn't pinch herself to know if she was just dreaming or if Logan had really said that he found her attractive even when she was wearing her favorite clothes, the same ones that were now hidden in her wardrobe.

Still feeling as if she were in a trance, she was grateful that Megan had placed the box on the top shelf of the refrigerator and then returned to the living room, shyly approaching where he had sat on the sofa, waiting for her.

- I brought a knife too... - she said foolishly, stuttering like never before, still not having the slightest idea of how she should act in the face of that powerful, thick and unknown tension that hovered between them - So we can divide in half and try them all they likewise. - With a crooked smile, feeling like an idiot, Missy left several inches of distance between the two as she sat down next to him. However, before she could scold herself for doing that, Logan closed the space between the two, casually approaching, before putting his arm around her shoulders.

- Good idea. - he praised her with a big smile, before reaching for the box with his other hand, which was so close that it almost brushed against his chest, and cut the first chocolate, offering it to her between his fingers, very close to her mouth .

Not knowing what to do, Missy slowly tilted her head, wondering if he was really trying to feed her or if she was just being ridiculous. However, when Logan brought the chocolate even closer, making his intention clear as he smiled almost excitedly, Missy hesitantly parted her lips and bit shyly into the candy, accidentally brushing Logan's thumb with her tongue, just like that day in the cafeteria.

Feeling mesmerized, she watched Logan bring that same finger to his own mouth, wiping away the tiniest trace of chocolate she'd melted there and lingering over the exact spot where her tongue had touched.

- Delicious, isn't it? - he smirked, the low whisper said in that deep voice making her gasp, as he ran his eyes over her body with an avid expression.

Was he talking about the sweet taste in her mouth or the fiery atmosphere that surrounded them? Because both were simply addictive, but the last one was especially maddening. And it was when that feeling that crept through her veins, unsettling her in the best way possible, took over, that Missy found herself suddenly taking the other half of the candy inside the box and holding it out to Logan, internally yearning for his tongue to touch her. could touch it too.

But he went further. Instead of taking the candy gently between his teeth as she had, Logan wrapped his lips around it, bringing her fingertips together, which he gently sucked into his mouth. the heat of his mouth, releasing them just as Missy was about to moan from the feel of his tongue stroking the skin of her fingers... And also from the strange fantasies that suddenly surfaced in her mind about how that mouth would feel on other parts of her body, like her lips, her neck…or her throbbing breasts.

"You have some chocolate on your face…" Logan purred softly, moving closer to her until Missy could feel the warm sensation of his breath directly against her trembling lips. "Well…here." - he murmured seductively, before kissing the corner of her mouth, brushing her lips there for just a few milliseconds, before Missy, taken by an emotion and an unprecedented eagerness, plunged her hands into his hair and joined those lips with his. hers, finally relishing the kiss he'd been hungry for all night.

And no doubt "hungry" was a good way to describe that eager kiss the two were sharing. Logan's tongue plunged almost indecently into her mouth, and she was barely aware of the deep, needy moan that ripped from her throat, so focused was she on moving one of her hands to his neck and bringing him even closer. close to her, even though Logan had already embraced her with such savagery that their bodies seemed almost fused in that moment. And they only became even closer when he suddenly pulled her onto his lap, in a sudden movement that did everything but startle her, as it left her breasts pressed fully against his chest, rubbing them against that firm wall of muscles with every movement they made.

Moaning, she felt that fire in her blood burn full force as Logan trailed his kisses down her chin, her neck and her collarbone, discovering and stimulating extremely sensitive spots she hadn't even known existed. However, nothing could compare to the feel of her hands, big and warm, running up her legs, caressing her skin as they entered her skirt, groping her thighs as if he was hungry to discover every little inch of her. Lost in the middle of it all, she was just a hot, heaving mess when he reached down to her panties and, instead of pausing at the edges like the last time, Logan gently molded his hand against her still-covered pussy, running two fingers along the length. along the large damp patch just below its entrance.

Whimpering, she opened her legs, welcoming the soft touch, crazed with the feel of his fingers against her quivering flesh and needy clit. With an approving grunt as he sucked on her neck, Logan continued that pleasurable torture for several minutes, taking advantage of the fact that the completely wet fabric was almost paper thin to simulate gently penetrating her a few times, while his thumb continued to rub frantically. her clit to the point of making her scream.

"Logan…" she moaned, lost in pleasure as she dug her nails into his back and kissed her neck, desperate to taste his skin too.

And, suddenly, she found herself lying on her back on the sofa, with Logan on top of her. A sensual, wicked smile formed on her face as his eyes roamed over her body lustfully, making her feel as if she were already stark naked. Still wearing that fierce expression, he again moved one of his hands between her thighs, right below where her light skirt was bunched at her waist, and this time he pushed her sodden panties to the side, running his fingers along her upper entrance. down, but without actually invading her, as she wanted.

"Logan…" Missy whimpered again, lifting her hips towards his fingers.

- Hearing you moan my name is a thousand times better than I could have dreamed. he murmured, his voice even more husky and deep, almost like a growl of passion. Sinking his fingers just another inch inside her, Logan suddenly lifted them, sucking in the moisture that coated them hungrily, moaning deeply, clearly satisfied, when he was done—And it tastes infinitely better, too. – That naughty smile came back, as he licked his lips – Will you let me taste it straight from the source? - he purred, lowering his fingers again to her needy clit, teasing it in small circles, clearly enjoying the way she moaned intensely with every slightest movement - If you only knew how much I want to drink every drop of your honey pot... I want to feel that sweet little pussy squeeze my cock as you ride me... And then I want to fuck you from behind until you come so hard I can still feel you around me tomorrow. - He grunted, with irregular breathing and unfocused gaze, while the finger in her entrance began to invade it carefully - Do you want this, my Missy? Would you like that I make love to you here? Or should we go somewhere more comfortable? He pressed the sofa fabric close to her face, suddenly moving his hips against her exposed pussy, allowing her to feel the length of his large erection even through his pants.

That's when she finally realized what she was about to do. Sex. Sex with Logan Knight. How had things escalated so fast? A few minutes ago, she'd been daydreaming about kissing him again, and now she was completely given over, more than willing to allow him to do all those dirty things to her that he'd said. However, as much as her pussy was literally oozing and her whole body was on fire, her mind couldn't stop the nervousness from taking over. The last time she'd tried to come even remotely close to losing her virginity, it had been a real disaster. Of course, that steamy moment with Logan was going to be very different from that uncomfortable night, with Liam trying to convince her to get naked anyway. If Logan wanted to, she would gladly rip off not only her own clothes, but his as well, right then and there. But still... She didn't understand anything about sex beyond basic biology. What if she ended up doing something wrong? What if she went back to feeling like she did that night with Liam? What if she screwed up?

- Missy? - Logan called her. The expression of longing was gone, replaced by the deepest concern – What happened? Was I too bold? Did I scare you?

- N-no… – she stammered nervously, shifting uncomfortably underneath him – I-I mean, we're going to have sex and… And it's okay… Of course I want to have sex with you, I just... I was a little worried because I've never done this before, so I don't know what to expect, but I'm sure...

- Hang on. – he interrupted her, suddenly – You've never done that before? – he repeated what she had said, in a mixture of absolute shock, a touch of realization and even irritation – You… Are you still a virgin?

- Yes there is. – she felt her heart sink when she saw him act like that – Is this... Is this a problem?

- Not. No, honey, it's not. – He sighed heavily, seeming to want to reassure her, at the same time that he was clearly disturbed – I just… I didn't expect this to be her first time. – he explained, with an apologetic tone, as he went back to sit on the sofa and pulled her next to him, making her skirt fall and cover her nudity again – I thought that… Actually, now I just don't know why I believed that asshole in the first place! – he snarled in a low voice to himself, furious – I should have guessed he was lying…

- He who? – Missy choked, desperate – Liam… Did Liam talk about what happened between the two of us? – she lamented, desperate with that possibility.

Logan took a deep breath, as if he was trying to calm down, before speaking again – A few days ago, I was going to check the progress of a rehearsal with one of our photographers… And then I heard Newton comment to him that… You two had slept together. - something in the way he growled that last part let her know that Liam probably hadn't used such respectful language when telling that lie - I should have known that someone as low as he would make up anything to show off...

- I can't believe he lied about that. – Missy gasped, disgusted – How could he…? I didn't even get naked for real...

- It's okay, Missy. – He hugged her firmly against her chest, comfortingly stroking her hair – He will never tarnish his name like that again. I promise. As long as I live, I will never allow him to hurt you again. - Logan growled dangerously, as if he really was willing to do anything to keep that promise, but, in the next instant, his voice softened - I'm sorry for making you remember that kind of thing. And please forgive me for touching you this way. – he sighed, regretful – I almost forced her to lose her virginity on a sofa. This is unacceptable.

- No, Logan...! – Missy grabbed him by the arm, desperate when realizing that he was about to give up sleeping with her – I was just worried because I've never done that before, but I want to! – she exclaimed, blushing deeply – Now! Like you! And I don't care if we're going to do this here or in my bed, I just ... - Missy swallowed, embarrassed by what she would have to tell - There was a reason why I didn't let Liam take my virginity. I didn't like it... I didn't like the feeling of him touching me, looking at me, calling me obscene things... None of that made me feel... I just didn't feel anything. – she admitted, humiliated – Nothing but embarrassment and discomfort. So when he kept insisting that I let him take off my bra and panties, I finally asked for him to stop... I asked us to wait a little longer. And then... He got really mad at me.

- He touched you?! Logan snarled, a murderous look on his face.

- No, no. – Missy hastened to explain – He… shouted some things… – she swallowed hard, feeling tears gather in her eyes as she remembered – Things about me being frigid, about being incapable of even feeling pleasure ... And how it all made me the worst girlfriend in the world. That I should be grateful he was willing to sleep with someone as weird as me, because no other man would ever want to. It was... Very similar to what he said in that video. - She sniffed, not having the courage to look at Logan - Only he was furious, instead of laughing at me.

-That shit… – Logan growled, almost choking on the hatred he was clearly feeling – I'm going to break his face the next time I see him…

- No, no! - Missy exclaimed, fearing that he would do something crazy that could harm him - It doesn't matter anymore, Logan. Especially not after today… - shyly, she looked down at the bulge in his pants which, despite being smaller, was still there – Not after you showed me how wrong he was about that! - She explained, smiling shyly - When he said all those things, I was afraid that he was right. I've never felt bad about never wanting a man before, but what he told me made me think there was something wrong with me. – she admitted, disconcerted – But I… I wanted you so much… Not just today, but… Even on the night of the party, when you took me to your house. - Missy said, feeling hope flooding her - I may not have felt anything for him, but with you... I felt everything! – she licked her lips, as his eyes were tinged with that lustful glow again – And I want to continue to feel. Please, Logan... Make love to me. – she asked softly, raising her hand to caress his face – What we were doing wasn't wrong. It was…extraordinary. Missy sighed dreamily.

- I could have hurt you. – he gulped – I didn't know I was still a virgin and would end up being too rude...

- But now you know... - Trying not to pay attention to what she was doing so as not to be paralyzed by shame, Missy gathered all the courage she had inside of her and climbed onto his lap, making both of them gasp when her pussy, still naked for account of the panties pulled to the side, touched his erection over the pants - And it won't hurt me, will it? she asked in a whisper, running her hands over his chest, wondering if she should undo the buttons on his shirt to show him how much she truly wanted him.

- I would rather die than see you suffer. – the pained intensity in that sentence made her heart race – And… – he caressed her waist, molding his hands to her ass – Nothing would make me more honored than to prove to you that that big piece of shit couldn't have said a word. biggest lie. You are the most ardent and desirable woman I've ever known... - He pulled the skirt of her dress up again, now touching her skin without any hindrance - So, if you really want me... I'll spend eternity whole showing it to you. – He smiled maliciously – Starting with tonight.

- I've never wanted anyone the way I want you, Logan. – Missy smiled, totally sincere, feeling her heart speed up when she saw his smile grow, equally honorable and libidinous, before he got up from the sofa with her in his lap, making her gasp in surprise.

- Then show me where your room is, love.