House Of Gold - Logan Howlett

Fight Or Flight

Logan knew he wanted to wake up like this every morning, with you tucked into his arms, nuzzled in his neck as you breathed deeply. His hand came up to your hair, lightly moving the strands away from your face as he gazed down at your features. He truly thinks that you are the most beautiful women he has met. That first night you met, he had seen you when you walked in, like you were magnet for his eyes. Logan had no idea what your intentions that night were but he was soaking up everything he could get. That was something that was evident on his mind as the two of you could barely stop fucking to breathe. But last night the sex was different, he took his time to really show what he could do to you and show you how you affect him. When he was younger, he had a pretty high sex drive, but it had dwindled throughout the year as he stopped focusing on romance. With you he didn't really have a choice, it was like your presence flipped a switch in him, and he wanted to get better not for you but because you were in his life now.

His hand moved to lightly drag his fingers down your arm, desperate to touch in any way he can. That's when you hummed, nuzzling further into the crook of his neck, your nose cold as it pressed up against his throat. He felt you begin to stir awake, and that's when he decided he was going to get what he wanted. Logan leant down to softly kiss at your arm, moving up your neck and brushing your hair away to leave kisses over the bruises from last night. "Morning baby." His husky voice purrs in your ear as you finally awaken, your eyes opening to see Logan looking down at you. Your hand snakes up his chest before relaxing on his neck before pulling him in close and smiling against his lips.

"I saw you with my grandma." You mumbled into his lips as he moved on to his back and dragged you on top of him. "Or heard you."

"Yeah? She's very...friendly." You laugh as he tries to respectfully describe your grandma. It made your heart warm as you softly pressed your lips to his. Logan kisses you back, his tongue pushing through your lips as his right hand comes up to cup your cheek.

"You know I thought you were supposed to stay up all night with me." You teased, his rumbled with a soft laugh.

"Well too bad, Mary makes a mean cup of decaf."

"You're such a old man."

"Yeah?" His voice darkens jokingly.

"Yeah." You repeated as you looked into his eyes, the two of you in a trance as you look at each other before Logan leans forward to connect your lips once again. You moan softly against his lips, the two of you starting to move together and your hips ground against his.

"Wanna show you what this old man can do."

"Logan." You giggled against his mouth before giving him an open mouth kiss just as his hands wound around your waist so he could flip the two of you together. Your hair fans out around your face as you lean back to look up at Logan. His body on top of yours as one of his arms kept him up as his other hand came down to cup your cheek as he kissed you. "I was kidding."

"I know Auddie." Logan croaked as his lips went down to your jaw and started peppering kisses along your neck. "Show you how much I care." Your hand comes up to thread through his hair as his hazel eyes connect with yours. "How I am in love-" He started as the door slammed open and you jumped as Logan turned his head to look at the intruder.

It was your sister, Grace. You felt your heart begin to race in all of the worst ways. You loved your big sister, she meant everything to you. But she judged you, openly and critically and it always hurt you or embarrassed you. You hoped that it wasn't her intention to make you uncomfortable but for some reason you felt like she did. Grace loved you, she begged for a little sister for years, but it was like once she got to know you, after the baby years, she just hated you.