Chapter 69: Chapter 69

Missy wasn't sure what had woken her up.

Maybe it was the cool breeze outside, coming in through the half-open window. Perhaps it was her husband's strong, warm body pressed against her. Or maybe the baby monitor had made some random sound that had woken her up...

Damn it, who was she trying to kid? She knew very well what had woken her up: frustration.

She missed sex. Much. Almost maddeningly, in fact.

Twisting around in his muscular arms until she was face to face with him, Missy stared at the man she loved with a mixture of irritation and despair. Logan was still sound asleep, his arms tight around her waist, his chest bare and his pajama bottoms hanging just below the V-shaped path of his crotch... And for a minute, she actually considered attacking- it right there. How long would it take for him to wake up, when she started pulling his pants down just enough to free his cock and then place it in her eager pussy? Probably not much. But she could at least enjoy a little while before he easily pulled her off him. Or, who knows, maybe she could even seduce him into a session of hot sex... After all, after more than four months without being inside her, he should be climbing the walls as much as she is, right?

But watching him snore heavily, his eyes closed over the dark circles under his clearly tired face... Missy hesitated. As she had been doing every day, whenever she woke up pressed against him, wet and longing…and wanting to cry knowing he wouldn't give in.

That he wouldn't make love to her. Or fuck her. Or fuck her. Or anything of the sort.

And it was with a completely desolate sigh that Missy moved her eyes to the baby monitor next door, checking that Jonathan and Tristan were still sleeping peacefully in their cribs. However, with the clock showing almost five in the morning, she knew well that they would not stay that way for long. Your little Tristan had an alarm clock inside his stomach that always woke him exactly three hours after his last meal, and not a minute longer. And whenever one of the brothers woke up, the other wasn't able to stay asleep for long.

Moving her tense body out of the sheets, Missy gave those strong arms, which she so missed feeling wrapped around her as he slammed into her hard, one last caress, and climbed out of bed, picking up one of her robes nearby, before heading to the baby's room. She'd gotten into the habit of sleeping stark naked lately, in the vain hope that Logan would be tempted to relive the wild nights when he'd wake her up ready to fuck her until dawn… But of course, that hadn't happened.

She would forever curse that damned day when, near the end of her extended 52-day stay of bed rest, Logan and Gwyneth, who had moved in to help with the boys 24 hours a day, wouldn't let her to do absolutely nothing but spend the day in bed and breastfeed the twins, when she was ready to get back to being an active person, especially sexually speaking... She had woken up with a bloodstain on the bed, between her legs. And they had rushed to the hospital immediately because of that bleeding.

Fortunately, after a series of tests, the doctor concluded that it was nothing serious, just a late case of postpartum bleeding. Logan, however, had not taken this event lightly. And she knew very well why: the night before, she had seduced him into touching her a little, since at the time there were less than two days left for her confinement to end... But, of course, no matter how much the doctor had assured her husband that his finger penetration had nothing to do with that uterine bleeding, nothing had stopped Logan from feeling guilty for having "hurt" her.

And ever since then, he had permanently refused to get anywhere remotely close to her poor needy pussy, even with his tongue. No matter how many times she cried, begged or tried to seduce him again, Logan remained adamant about having sex with her until he was sure there was no danger again. However, the real problem there was that he wasn't waiting for the doctor's approval, as they had already gotten it since the previous month: the problem was that Logan seemed to be waiting for his own mind's determination that there was no more danger, so I could sleep with her again.

And only she and heaven knew how long this was taking to happen.

Each new night, he found a different excuse, a different unfounded worry, a different deadline for when he was going to touch her again... Hell, she had even touched herself in front of him once, to show that she was all right, but he just turned chalky white instead of excited before he started begging her to stop before he ended up bleeding again.

Gritting her teeth at the memory, Missy opened the door to the babies' room, turning on just one of the lights before approaching the cribs, breaking into a smile as soon as she saw them. Only her boys were capable of making her feel so happy and peaceful in the middle of all that frustrating situation. Especially when they were being as cute as they were this morning. Since the first time they had brought them home, she and Logan had noticed that they became very restless when they were apart, so to avoid any danger in letting them sleep in the same crib, they had come up with the idea of gluing the cribs together. one next to the other, leaving the white bars touching and allowing them to look at each other and touch each other whenever they wanted. A way out that made possible scenes that always melted his heart, like this one: Jonathan had put a little arm and a little leg out of his own crib, placing them inside his brother's space, while Tristan, as always as close to his brother as possible, he had Jonathan's little hand in his mouth, greedily chewing on it as he would his pacifier, while they both snored deeply.

Laughing, Missy gently removed her son's hand from his mouth, wiping it with the cloth that was on the bedside table beside her, before taking Tristan in her arms, kissing his soft plump cheeks when she realized, through her eyes, restless movements, that he was about to wake up.

- Were you trying to eat your little brother? – She smiled at her baby as soon as he opened his big and shining brown eyes, presenting her with a huge toothless smile and a gurgling and delicious laugh, as soon as he recognized her – Good morning to you too, my sweetheart. – Missy went back to kissing his pretty face, earning an even louder laugh from him, while checking if the diaper was still dry – Well, since we woke up so clean, how about some breakfast? – She parted the top part of her robe, making Tristan immediately mutter anxiously – As if I needed to ask… – She was in the middle of a laugh when she heard some more sly gurgles, this time coming from below.

Smiling, she saw Jonathan, wide awake now, with his little arms stretched out towards her and his big green eyes pleading, looking as desperate for some cuddles as her brother was for milk. Nodding tenderly, Missy just pulled her robe completely off her breasts before she also took Jonathan in her other arm and sat down with them in the large, comfortable nursing chair in the bedroom. It was almost funny how, for the first few days, she panicked every time she picked them up, terrified that she'd end up knocking one of them over. But now, after four months of literally watching them grow in her arms, holding them both together had become as natural as breathing.

And as her babies nursed peacefully, Missy stretched out in the chair, resting her head against the padded backrest as she buried her nose in her children's thick hair, inhaling that divine scent only her babies smelled, - or at least so did her heart. of a mother believed – as she let her mind wander through her problems. Or rather, for his only problem. Those last four months had been wonderful. Exhausting, too, of course, and often accompanied by a lot of dirty diapers and sleepless nights, but wonderful nonetheless. Gwyneth's nurturing, maternal presence had drastically reduced the potential for exhaustion that came with being the mother of twins, Missy well knew. However, Logan's involvement was something that simply warmed her heart in an indescribable way – perhaps because it reminded her of her own father, in many ways. He had reduced his workload drastically just to be able to be with the family almost full time and there was absolutely nothing about the babies that they didn't share or do together. Even in the most difficult moments, when she came to wonder if she was being a good enough mother or doing something silly, he was always there to hold her hand and face those challenges with her, even when he seemed as intimidated by parenthood as she was.

If only he hadn't gotten it into his thick head that they couldn't have sex anymore, then she would have absolutely nothing to regret about those last four months.

- You didn't wake me up. A long, heavy yawn brought her back to reality as Logan walked into the bedroom, rubbing his eyes with his fist and, as always, looking sinfully sexy with those pajama pants hanging around his waist.

- You needed rest, love... - Missy furrowed her eyebrows at him when she realized that the dark circles under her eyes hadn't improved much - It's been five nights in a row that you always get up with me to help me breastfeed during the night and then it's even more a full hour awake to get them to burp after insisting I go to bed.

- I'm not that tired. – He tried to defend himself, even though her face wouldn't let him lie – And I want to be with you, no matter what you're doing. Which reminds me: good morning, my love. – He kissed her forehead lovingly, before kissing each of the children, who smiled against Missy's chest and extended their little hands towards her father, wanting to reach him.

- Good morning darling. – Missy replied, with a loving smile – But now, please, go back to sleep. They've been nursing for quite a while now and I can burp them myself...

- None of that. – he denied, kneeling beside the chair so that his face was at the same level as hers – We promised that neither of us would be overloaded while the other was around, remember?

- But you're already overloaded... - she lamented, worried.

- Do not worry, love. I'm great. – he calmed her down, with a sincere smile, before running a finger across the twins' cheeks – After all, today is Saturday. We'll have the opportunity to sleep a little longer when these two hungry little ones are finally satisfied and decide to take advantage of their full bellies to take another nap, as they always do.

- I think by now they should be satisfied... - Missy looked at their avid little mouths against her breasts - But Tristan has become a bad influence on his brother. Now Jonathan is starting to try to nurse as much as he does. Not that that's possible, of course. She laughed, amused.

- But that's perfectly justifiable. – To her surprise, a smirk spread across Logan's face – I'm living proof that it takes a lot of willpower to get your mouth out of there… – She felt a twinge of hope flood her when her eyes, slightly darkened by desire, they descended to her bare breasts.

- Want to take a test to see if you still have that willpower? She tried to sound sultry, but the hopeful desperation in her voice wouldn't let it.

- Oh, Missy... - To his total disappointment, Logan just laughed affectionately, quickly putting that subject aside right after - Since you three will still be here for a while, how about I go down and make our coffee in the morning? – he winked seductively at her, getting up – I'll take care of you later...

- Takes care? Missy gasped, her eyes bright with hope.

- Making eggs Benedict, knowing they're your favorite, for breakfast could be considered caring, right? – He opened a sheepish smile, making her expression fall immediately – Come on, don't be like that… – he consoled her, caressing her chin affectionately – We'll talk better downstairs, okay? - With that muttered request and another chaste kiss on her cheek, Logan turned his back and left the room, leaving her alone with her babies and her frustration.

As expected, the boys took a little longer to be satisfied, however, when they were finally not only fed, but had burped and were properly asleep, Missy comfortably laid her children down in their cribs, knowing that she would only have a few hours until they were born. fully awake. So, not even bothering to zip up the front of her robe truly, Missy made her way to the kitchen with determined steps, finding her husband arranging some plates on the table, completely oblivious.

Sneaky, Missy remained in the most complete silence until she managed to wrap her arms around his waist, running her hands over his ample chest while pressing her almost completely naked breasts against his back, letting him feel each of the curves of her body and feeling his, before Logan realized what was happening and pushed her away... But to her complete surprise, he didn't. Instead, her chest swelled with hope again as she felt his skin crawl under her fingers, as the muscles tensed and he turned his face toward her for a moment, staring down at her with those fiery, dark green eyes. of pure accumulated desire.

Feeling the needy spot between her legs begin to ooze and throb compulsively as she realized that perhaps this was the moment she could finally make him give in, Missy let her hands run down his broad chest, stroking every hard muscle over smooth skin, until reaching for his hard cock, stretching mercilessly over the supple fabric of the sweatshirt. With a breathy moan, she cupped that thick cock in her hand, getting only thirstier as she felt the heat and pulse of the angry length that seemed to cry out for her as much as her pussy cried out for him...

However, when she was already completely convinced that Logan had finally regained his senses, and her fingers were already starting to enter the elastic of his pants, wanting to feel in her hands that warmth and hardness that she missed so much... Her Husband suddenly tensed, and not in a good way, as a high-pitched hiss escaped between his clenched teeth and his large hands flew to her wrists, cupping them to stop her from following through with his touches.

"No, Missy…" he begged, pulling her hands away gently and turning to face her with an expression that couldn't be described as anything but tormented, "No, please… If you continue…" – he gulped, with frightened eyes – I don't know if I'll be able to contain myself.

- I don't want you to hold back! – Missy snapped, impatient, as she pressed her body against his again, satisfied to see him moan as her robe opened even more, leaving her naked from the waist up in front of him – Logan, please… – now it was the turn her to beg, placing her hands on his cheeks to try to pull him into a kiss, which he again resisted – I need you so much…

"I need it too, Missy…" he murmured sadly and, as he bent his head slowly, Missy thought he was about to kiss her, however, Logan just pressed his forehead to hers, clearly struggling to move away. contain – But I can’t risk hurting you again…

- Logan...! Missy started to respond, exasperated, but he quickly cut her off with a strained smile.

- Listen, let's just hold on a little longer, okay? – The way her hoarse voice sounded unstable made it seem like he was trying to convince himself much more than her – Soon we will have another appointment with Dr. Turner, and as soon as she reassures us that you really are all right, then everything will go back to the way it was before, I promise. – Her falsely confident face suddenly turned somber – Even knowing that she also assured you that you were fine in those first months and even then…

- The next appointment!? – Missy gasped, incredulous – But this is over two weeks away!

- I know. – he once again opened an obviously uncomfortable smile – It's not that long… We can handle it… Right? His smile faltered, making it clear that he obviously wasn't sure about that question.

- Logan, this is crossing the line! – Missy complained, starting to get really irritated – What happened was nothing more than a fatality that wasn't even serious! I'm perfectly fine! There's no reason to continue this madness! – she placed her finger on his chest, determined – You will stop being stubborn and fuck me! Right now!

- Missy... - An astonished laugh escaped from between his lips, making her even angrier.

- I'm not kidding, Logan! – She snarled, making his smile fade as she opened the robe's belt, letting it fall to the floor while she placed her hands on her hips, totally naked in front of him – You're coming to bed with me right now! - She reached for one of his hands, but before she could do anything, Logan literally jumped away, like a scared cat, leaving the place where she had pinned him against the table.

- Missy, I... I... - he swallowed several times, with beads of sweat running down his face as his glazed eyes anxiously tried to look away from the sight of her naked body - I know how you feel... I feel like I'm going crazy too, but... - he finally moved his face away, with a long-suffering grunt - Damn it, love! You are worth much more than one night of sex! If I need to get away from you for a while to make sure you never have to wake up bleeding to death again, then so be it! he grunted, terribly disturbed.

- Logan… - Missy lamented, hating to see him like this – You know it wasn't that bad…

- But it could have been. – he sighed, still not looking at her – So, let's hold on just a little longer, okay? – for a short second, he turned to her again, sketching a sad smile… Until his gaze found her body again and he stiffened again, giving her his back completely – I… I. .. I'll... Take a shower while the boys are sleeping. – he swallowed hard, his voice rough – Have your breakfast. I'll be right back. – and so, he literally ran away from her, disappearing towards the bathroom at the speed of a bullet.

Incredulous at everything she had heard, feeling as if there was a rebellion about to erupt inside her, Missy took a moment to just breathe, her fingernails digging into the wood of the table, before finally picking up her bathrobe from the floor and cover yourself with it again. However, instead of eating, as Logan wanted, she went to the bedroom, taking her cell phone and dialing a number, determined to put into action the crazy plan that was in her mind, no matter what the cost.

- Missy? – Megan asked, her voice hoarse with sleep – Why are you calling so early? Are Tristan and Jonathan okay?

- The boys are fine, Megan, don't worry. – Missy calmed her down, without hesitating – Sorry about the time, but I called because I need you to buy some things for me.

- Things? – Megan asked, curious – What kind of things?

- Things I need to show Logan Knight what his wife is capable of!