Page 28 of One Night Seduction (ONS #1)

Arianna

Brady and Ty are playing air hockey in the den while Melanie and I are in the living room watching a movie.

As much as I love this movie, and because I’ll never get tired of crying my eyes out to a sappy romance movie, I can’t focus on it.

Instead, I’m checking my phone every five minutes and looking out the side window for headlights every two.

I don’t know why I’m so anxious. I know Logan has no interest in my mom, I know he was only with her on this trip because I essentially shoved him at her, and though he hasn’t admitted it, I’ll bet anything he was just trying to make me jealous.

It worked.

No, I know nothing will happen between them tonight.

Doesn’t mean it will be for a lack of trying from my mother.

We have two more days until this vacation is over.

What’s stopping us from leaving now? I’m more than ready to be away from my mom, and maybe Logan and I can…

I don’t know. Spend time together away from all this and figure out what it means, if it means anything outside this place .

“Why do you keep checking your phone?” Melanie asks.

I look up from my screen, almost unaware that I was looking at it as I smile at her.

“Just texting my friends.”

A bald-faced lie. We haven’t really spoken much since I’ve been here.

The house has terrible reception and going up and over the pass to Leavenworth wasn’t any better.

There have been a few check-in messages, but since Cassi’s birthday, it’s been quiet in the group chat, which is definitely not normal.

When I get back, I have to call them and tell them how much my life has changed since that night in the club.

I don’t even think they’ll believe it. Maybe that night has something to do with why they also have been radio silent.

Melanie gives me a disbelieving look that is so similar to one Marissa would give, it’s frightening.

“You’re not texting, though. You just keep checking it. Like you’re watching the time or checking for a message. I thought your boyfriend was in the other room,” she says, gesturing to Ty.

I shake my head. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“You two are just hooking up then?”

My eyes widen as I blink at her several times.

“How do you even know what hooking up is?” I balk.

She rolls her eyes at me.

“I’m fourteen, not five, Ari. Besides, your mom pretty much talks shit about you and Ty hooking up whenever you’re not in the room.”

“Language,” I admonish, to which I earn another eye roll.

God, my mom really is the worst.

“We’re friends,” I say as Ty and Brady walk into the room.

“Who’s friends?” Ty asks.

“You and me,” I say as I look up at him from the couch .

He smiles, his hands coming to rest on my shoulders before dropping a kiss to the top of my head.

“Oh yeah, the best of friends.”

I smile at him when the front door opens, Uncle Tom and Aunt Marissa walking in followed by Logan who is carrying what looks to be my passed out mother. Seriously, this is just getting ridiculous. She’s always been a partier, but if she regularly drinks the way she has on this trip, she needs help.

Logan’s eyes come to mine immediately. I smile at him, but he doesn’t return it; instead, his eyes laser in on my shoulders.

I frown until I look to see that Ty is still holding onto me.

As slyly as I can manage, I move away from Ty before looking to Aunt Marissa who is already watching me curiously.

“Did you guys have a good time?” I ask.

Marissa pauses for a moment, that tint of suspicion still in her eyes.

“We did.”

“Until someone killed two bottles of wine herself,” Uncle Tom mutters.

Looking towards my mom, I feel my shoulders droop in disappointment as Logan moves through the room.

“I’m going to put her to bed and wind down for the night. I had a good time until…” He pointedly looks down at my comatose mom in his arms.

Marissa and Tom nod their agreement as Logan carries her up the stairs and out of sight. Standing to my feet, I round the sofa, Ty in tow as I lower my voice to speak with Marissa.

“What happened?”

She sighs. “She got drunk, per usual. Started making a total ass out of herself. She was so rude to the waitstaff and then tried to give Logan a blow job in the middle of dinner.”

“Jesus,” Ty murmurs.

“It gets worse.” Tom laughs humorlessly .

“When Logan pushed her away, she started screaming, pulled out her tits, and asked why he wouldn’t want them. I mean, thank god there were no children there, but we were obviously asked to leave. It was fucking humiliating.”

“I never see her anymore except for holidays and stuff like this. Is she always like this?” I ask.

Marissa shakes her head. “She’s gotten worse over the last year or so. Since her and Logan split it’s been a slow decline but this weekend? My god, she’s consumed more liquor than I thought would be possible for someone of her size.”

I exhale heavily before looking up at Ty.

“You ready for bed?”

“Sure. Night guys,” he says to them, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

I give him a look but don’t say anything until we round the corner.

“Why did you put your arm around me?”

He shrugs. “Why’d you ask if I was ready for bed? As if we were going to bed together? Seemed like you were putting on an act and I was just playing along. Is it so terrible for me to hold you?” Ty asks as we move up the stairs.

“Yes, it is,” Logan answers before I can.

He hauls me out of Ty’s hold, wrapping a possessive hand around my hip as he stares at his brother.

“No need to sleep on the floor. You can take my bed tonight,” he says, his voice low as he turns us towards my room.

I hear Ty mutter something under his breath, not catching what it is before Logan ushers us through the doorway, shutting and locking the door behind us.

“Did he try anything with you?” Logan asks immediately, like he couldn’t hold them in any longer.

“No, of course not. ”

He blows out a breath and nods. “Good. It was all I could think about, I obsessed over it all night.”

“Even if he did, you know I wouldn’t have done anything, right? I mean, we haven’t really labeled this…thing but?—”

“I know,” he hushes lightly, cupping the back of my neck as he presses our foreheads together. “You’re just too special, too precious. I’m never going to not worry about losing you.”

“Losing me? Are you sure you even have me?” I ask with a teasing smile.

His grip on my neck tightens as a possessive growl rumbles through his chest.

“Oh, I’ve got you, alright, and I’m never letting go. You get that, right, Sparrow?”

I swallow roughly, nodding as he closes his eyes.

“Good.”

“What about you?” I ask. “Sounds like you had an interesting night.”

He releases his hold on me, standing up straight as he runs a hand down his face.

“Fucking nightmare. Any chance you’d want to leave tomorrow? Maybe tonight even? I just want to be at home, with you.”

I give him a half smile at that and exhale roughly. “Tempting, but I think you’re right. Marissa definitely suspects something. My mother is very clearly a mess. I don’t want there to be any more complications to this than there already is.”

He purses his lips like he doesn’t like that answer but agrees all the same.

“Fine. We’re leaving first thing Friday, though.”

“Deal.”

“Now, on to more important matters,” he says as his hands come to my hips.

His fingers wiggle beneath my waistband before slowly peeling down my leggings.

Logan’s fingers move up my thigh, running over my thong before slipping beneath and pushing inside me.

It was uncomfortable at first not to clean up after we fucked, and I’m sure I’ll be getting a UTI in the future, but the pride that shines in his eyes when he realizes that I did as he asked makes it all worth it.

“That’s my good girl,” he rumbles as he pushes his fingers in and out of me, shoving his cum deeper and deeper.

A breathy moan slips out of me as he pulls his fingers away, gripping the material and ripping the fabric straight from my body. I gasp at the action as he lifts them in his hand, tucking them away in the pocket of his jeans.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“These are mine now. In fact, I’m confiscating all of your panties, effective immediately,” he says in mock seriousness.

A laugh bubbles out of me as his hands run over my body before he pulls me towards the bed, forcing me to lay on my stomach.

“Face down, ass up,” he says sternly.

Something fucked up in me loves it when he bosses me around like this. When he’s being an ass during day-to-day conversation, definitely not, but in the bedroom? Absolutely.

I feel his hands grab my leggings that are currently sitting around my ankles. He pulls them off, tossing them to the side before the zipping of his pants echoes in the room. I feel his hips line up to me as he slips an arm beneath my stomach and hauls me into the air.

“Get that ass up in the air, Sparrow. Let me see all of you.”

Doing as he says, I arch my back as much as I can, forcing my ass up for him as he groans. His hand massages my ass cheek before coming down with a sharp crack. I yelp as the pain rips through me before his other hand digs into the back of my hair, yanking sharply as he lowers his mouth to my ear .

“Quiet, Sparrow. You’re going to take all I have to give you as silently as possible. Make a sound, and I stop. Understood?”

A moan is right there, ready to be released, but I swallow it down as I nod my head quickly, earning myself another sharp slap. I flinch but don’t make any noise, and his deep voice growls against my cheek.

“Good fucking girl.”

Another slap. Then another. I feel my ass turning red and hot, but my pussy is beyond dripping. It’s a strange pain/pleasure combo that has me dangling in some kind of lust limbo.

“Touch yourself,” he says as he makes a rustling sound.

I do as he says, my fingers swirling around my clit when he smacks my ass.

“Not your clit, your cunt. Shove your fingers in your cunt. Finger fuck yourself for me.”