CHAPTER EIGHTY FIVE

MATURE CONTENT

Gwen didn't finish the sentence because it was obvious that Mr. Daniels had only one objective and my question is, why is that?

Mom realizing that I'm loosing myself in my thoughts, "Jamie you know you don't have to worry about Logan, right?" She gives me a comforting smile.

Beyond her shoulder I see the men returning with a tray and some beers in their hand.

Logan made me scoot around for him to sit at the end of the bench, his legs on each side of the bench, propping me between his legs.

Hugging me to him, he sips his beer. We both sit in a comfortable silence listening to everybody else's chatter.

"Tired?" Logan whispers in my ear and to be honest, I am tired and with classes starting tomorrow, I need some extra sleep, remembering, to mention the classes to Logan.

I felt eyes on us and glancing around table, I met Gwen's dark brown eyes examining us her forehead creased with a frown.

As our eyes met, her eyes darted to Logan before looking away, staring into the dark waters in front of us.

Kissing me on the head, "okay guys, my wife and I are clocking in" Logan stands us, holding his hand for me to stand up and walked around the bench. Staring at my chair, wishing I didn't have to use it again.

I turned and smile at Gwen, "oh, by the way, your room is the last door on the left, until the additional rooms are completed." I politely informed her.

Gwen also stood up, "thank you Jamie" she smiles already moving away from the table, when Mrs. Stanley stood up, "I'm clocking in too" she says, "come I'll show you Jerome's room." They both walked off, bidding us goodnight.

Logan bend, pecking his mom on her cheek, but she was looking at me, "what's going on with Gwen?" mom asks when Gwen was out of earshot.

I turned, hoping Logan will fill us in, but by his bland expression, I guess not. "I'm honestly not sure but, I think that Gwen has had a painful past that still affects her." I told mom, my eyes on Logan, "I would like to try and help her, if I could." I explained, already noticing Logan, clenched jaw, his eyes already darkening with anger.

Mom knows her son so well, sensing his change. "See you guys in the morning," I kissed her cheeks, before walking off slowly, with my husband, fingers almost digging into my hips as he held me tight.

"The chair" I reminded my angry husband.

Without turning around, " Cam, bring the chair in, before you clock in" Logan says over his shoulder while we walked away.

I looked up at his grim, features, "you could go join the guys when I get to my room." I suggested to this angry man, preferring to be alone than to deal with his intense silence.

Chuckling dryly, "trying to get rid of me?" he asks, opening the door to the bedroom.

Matching his tome, "something like that" I mocked.

Logan bolt the door behind us emphasizing, he's staying put.

I moved around the room, opening the closet, to retrieve some sleep wear, aware that Logan"s following my every move.

"Aren't you in a lot of pain?" he ask suddenly.

Holding the door of the closet, I looked around frowning. "It's strange, but I am fine." I told him frowning, "it's either the place or because you are here and not in the hospital, I think." Shaking my head, "I've been wondering the same thing myself, or maybe it's the place" I continue to ramble on, when I felt my back being gently pulled against Logan's chest.

Bending his head, Logan starts placing light kisses on my neck and shoulder leaving a tickling sensation. I started giggling, before I felt his hands seeping under my loose blouse and then instead of the tickling sensation, my skin started burning. Burning with the same wanton desire I felt as my husband's molded his body closer, allowing me to feel his arousal.

Lifting my arms, I give him permission to remove my blouse, passing it over my head, leaving my breasts exposed to him, because I am still going braless. Logan cups my breasts with both hands from behind, placing bites on my shoulders and my neck as he gently massages my breasts.

"Logan" I moaned, when one on his hands leaves my breasts and starts moving downwards, squeezing my waist, my hip as he pushes his hand inside my short pants, touching, caressing, messaging. Soft moans started escaping my lips, when his fingers entered me.

My knees had not strength, I couldn't stand and Logan realized that, but he didn't stop, his fingers dancing inside me.

"I want you to cum!" he groaned, increasing the pressure with his fingers. "Cum Jamie, Cum." Unable to contain this heat and the water that's boiling over, I released myself at my husband's command, being paralyse and breathless with passion.

Before I could slump to the floor, Logan lifted me bridal style and laid me on the bed, taking off my remaining clothes, his eyes never leaving mines, while I tried to get my breathing under control.

Once completely naked under his watchful eyes, Logan started undressing, still holding my eyes captive. His thin sweater, dropped to the floor and I licked my lips, at the muscles he was exposing to me. Logan started unbuckling his jeans and I couldn't, I just couldn't move my eyes.

In a trance, my hands started moving down my body, needing to be touched, gazing as Logan pulls his pants and boxers down, moving to crawl between my legs.

Holding my hands he stopped my hand from pleasuring myself, "uh, uh," he groans, "allow me" he groans, continuing what I started.

Logan came down on me, leaving me a moaning mess, as he pleasures me.

I now understand why he was tired.