Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 40

Hello, short chapter today but please read the authors note at the bottom. Thanks!

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"You, my darling, are unbelievable." Logan mumbles, letting out a drawn out exasperated sigh as he sits on one of the hotel stools.

"What?" I giggle, adding more pancake batter into the dish, the sizzling ringing through the room.

"I wanted to come back to the hotel, tell you I love you again. Get into bed like we're gonna "sleep"  and make sweet, passionate, hot, sexy as fuck, love to you. But no. You're making pancakes." He grumbles, laying his head on the counter top.

I laugh, turning down the pancakes and walling over to him. He picks his head up as I near closer, and catches my eyes with his own.

Soon, I'm right in front of him, in all this glory. Without any words, I move my legs so that I'm sitting on him, my legs draped on either side. I'm actually extremely impressed with his balance.

I find his ear then, whispering that I love him. "I want you to fuck my brains out, quite frankly. And then I want to touch and kiss every inch of your body, in a fantastic cliche night of love making. But yes, first- pancakes." My words are husky, and are filled with absolute truth.

He swallows, lifting his head up so our noses are brushing together, slowly kissing me, igniting a firework that's glow fills my entire body. Then, in perfect time that leaves me wanting so much more, he pulls away.

"I love you, Kitten" He mumbles, his hands suddenly finding their way down the side of my waist.

I nod, "I love you too."

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"Fuck, this was such a good idea Kat." Logan moans, looking up at me.

"You like it?" I mumble due to my mouth being full.

"So good." He groans, shoveling more pancakes into his mouth. "It's weird that the only food at the hotel was pancakes." He says out of nowhere with a boyish laugh.

His laugh ricochettes off of the walls, bouncing from nerve to nerve until it reaches my lips, the simple sound causing a ripple effect of laughter.

He was always trying to be a man. With his family and his past, I'm not surprised that the naturally occurring lifestyle he has of fending for himself. He goes out of his way to prove his worth - his strength- because that's all that he knows.

He's the leader of a gang for Christ's sake.

But then he laughs like that, straight from the heart, and it's all boy.

"Come here." He says, a grin plastered onto those perfect features. His hair -a little longer then usual, his brown waves falling onto his forehead - is tussled and messy, yet somehow so sexy.

I take my last bite, taking a gulp of water before moving the foot that was between our stools.

"Yes?" I drawl out, my hands on his chest as I stand between his parted legs.

He doesn't say anything yet, just looks at me. His eyes seem to wander my face, then slowly down my body and back up. His hands snake their way around my waist, leaving me breathless with just a single touch.

I'm in just one of his star wars t-shirts, the material falling only to my mid-thigh. The way he holds my waist causes the material to scrunch up around my thighs.

He knows what he's doing and he smiles as more of my leg comes into view.

"You look so good in my clothes, baby girl."

His voice is so soothing, so husky and rough. The desire seeps through each passing syllable.

I smirk, running both of my hands through his hair. His mouth is coming down, brushing my lips lightly before he kisses my jaw.

His kisses are full, and they're warm. His breathe warms my skin yet causes goosebumps to rise, a contrasting and beautiful feeling.

I see his eyes flutter closed. His lips move down the side of my neck, causing little whimpers and moans to fall from my mouth, noises I've only ever made for him.

Like he was reading my mind he says, "I like that you've only been with me." He doesn't explain himself in any way, and while some may find thag possessive or even controlling, I found it comforting.

If me being with only Logan meant he didn't feel jealousy or nervous, that he didn't feel any competition, then I'm glad.

I've only been with Logan. I've only touched, him. I've only ever been touched by, him. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

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A/N:

Hey sorry guys! I know it's short and I will write more tonight if I can get some feedback.

This story is rated R. But as my wonderful, kind, awesome readers I want to tailor the story to what you would like. Do you like the detailed sexual scenes? Or more of a skipping over?

Please let me know, I want you guys to enjoy!

Have a great nignt!