Page 32 of Twisted Fate

“Nope, don’t do that you ugly witch. Now, for the very last time, goodbye. And good riddance.” Logan closed the door in her face and turned around to see Keily on the stairs. He started to speak, to apologize, but she just smiled with a nod and turned around to go back to the girls.

He decided he’d talk to her about it later, for now, she looked pleased and he’d leave it at that. He went back to his office to finish up the business tasks that needed his attention the most and then went into the nursery.

Keily was asleep on the couch with Zoe on her chest and Avery had Zinnia, rocking her back to sleep in a rocker. Logan went to Zara’s crib and looked down at his daughter. She wasn’t asleep and her eyes latched onto his. Something about the way she looked at him reminded him of something and then he remembered pictures of himself that he’d seen as a child. Maybe the girls did have some of their daddy in them after all.

“That’s my girl.” He said as he picked her up and put her against his shoulder. “How are you, sweet pea?”

He left the nursery with her and walked around the house, just walking to spend time with her in a room that wasn’t the nursery. He found the housekeeper in the kitchen, happily making dinner for the adults in the house.

“Oh, can I hold her for a minute?” Judith held her hands out and Logan handed her over. “Which one is this?”

“Zara, the ever so serious one.” Logan cooed at the baby as she blinked at him from Judith’s arms. She was so serious, but then she broke the moment by sticking her entire hand in her mouth. “Maybe not always so serious.”

“Maybe not, Logan. My goodness, they’re all so beautiful, I have to say.” Judith brushed the back of a finger down Zara’s silky skin, pleased when Zara followed the finger. “I can’t believe there’s three of them.”

“Believe me, there are three of them, and we know it when they all start crying at the same time. She’ll start fussing soon too. She knows there are two sisters and if they’re not close enough for too long, they kick up a huge fuss about it.”

“Aw, that’s sweet.” Judith cooed before she handed Zara back to her father. “Thank you, but I have to get back to this sauce or it will burn.”

“Any time, Judith. I’m going to take her back up to her sisters now.” Logan snuggled Zara against his shoulder, his hand over her head, and went back up to see Keily awake and feeding Zinnia.

“She woke you up?” Logan asked and watched as Keily shifted the baby from one breast to the other.

“She woke us all up; Avery is feeding Zoe.” Keily blinked and her eyes went out of focus for a minute. “I think I need more naps today.”

“When she’s finished you should go and lie down.” He answered immediately, wanting her to have what she needed.

“I might just do that.” She replied and leaned back, Zinnia still happily feeding away.

Her eyes came up to his for a second, a promise there, but then she looked down at the baby in her arms and the look vanished. Had that been desire he saw there? His heart thundered in his chest, but he turned away. Now wasn’t the time, not when the babies needed her.

He left the room, scenarios playing in his mind as he headed for the shower, a refuge for the last few weeks. He’d had so many fantasies about her in that shower, but he’d never tell her that. When he was feeling a little less stressed, Logan got out of the shower and put on a clean pair of black sweatpants and a black t-shirt.

By the time they’d had dinner and the world was dark once more, Logan’s fantasies were back in his head. She’d looked at him the way she used to, before he broke her heart, over dinner, and there was hope at last. She was thawing towards him and it was showing. He was about to go to his room when she came out to the hallway, her hair damp on her shoulders, a thin cotton nightgown all that hid her nudity.

Yeah, that doesn’t help, he thought as he glued his eyes to hers. If he stared at her breasts, she’d probably get offended. She’d just fed the babies and they weren’t as round as they were before that final feeding of the evening, but they were still delectably firm and her nipples darker than they were before she got pregnant. The round nubs were clearly visible beneath the cotton, hard peaks that drew his gaze, no matter how hard he tried to look elsewhere.

“Logan?” She called out to him and he walked over to her when she leaned back against the wall. “Come in for a minute?”

“Sure.” He answered and followed her like a lost puppy. He didn’t even blink when she closed the door and walked up to him, her fingers walking up his chest.

“Thanks for today. My mother, I mean.” She looked up into his eyes, her eyes on his lips. “It meant a lot to me.”

“You’re welcome.” He breathed out, instantly hard and ready for her but not willing to make a move, in case he scared her off.

She perched on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck. He forgot how to breathe as her soft lips found his and her breasts pressed into his chest. “I shouldn’t do this, but I can’t help myself.”

The words were whispered against his lips before she pressed deeper and her tongue also pressed into him. His hands settled on her hips to hold her snugly against his body, where he wanted her, soft and giving in all the right places. His tongue came to meet hers and he inhaled the clean scent of her so close to him.

Desire flared into life, uncontrollable, unexpected, and all he could do was let her have whatever it was she wanted from him. Her right hand came down, slid beneath his shirt to the flat plane of his stomach, down to his hard cock, before she squeezed him ever so slightly.

Logan groaned into her mouth, ready to turn her around, push her against the bed, and fuck her, but he’d read about the operation she’d had, about the time it would take her to heal and how the surgery might affect her. He had to be gentle, when and if she initiated sex. This might not be the beginning of sex, no matter how much she wanted it. It might be a whimsy, or her hormones, or something else that would make her step away from him.

He’d let her lead, but while her hand was cupped over him, pressing into him in a hell located somewhere between pleasure and pain, he didn’t really think all that much. He just enjoyed the soft feel of her breasts against him and the cherry taste of her tongue on his.

“Fuck, Keily, don’t stop.” He groaned when she pulled away enough to push the top of his pants down to grasp him fully. He thought he’d come in her hand, and he might have if he hadn’t handled himself earlier in the shower.

“I’m not going anywhere.” She whispered before she pressed her lips back to his.