Hazel was playing in the living room and he glanced quickly behind him, hoping she wouldn’t choose this moment to join them in the kitchen. She hadn’t eaten anything at breakfast and she wouldn’t look him in the eye. “Lily? Could we talk for a minute?” Logan stood in the doorway of the kitchen and stared worriedly at her. What the hell just happened? He rubbed his forehead and said a silent prayer that Lily wouldn’t just up and quit before he had the chance to apologize. Logan groaned and flopped back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. “Uh, sure.” She took Hazel’s hand and led her from the bedroom without looking at Logan. “Let me just go and get dressed and then we’ll make some French toast, okay?” She slid awkwardly out from under the covers and Hazel slid off the bed after her. “I’m just a bit warm.” Lily said quickly. Will you make me French toast?” Hazel climbed on to the bed and stared curiously at Lily. “I am.” Lily sat up, holding the covers to her chest to hide her hard nipples, and smiled at Hazel.
“Yeah?” He cleared his throat as Lily, her face burning, straightened her tank top under the covers. He yanked the covers up just as Hazel wandered into the room. His fingers touched the soft curls and then suddenly he was pulling his hand free and pushing away from her. He groaned when her fingers brushed against his flat nipple and she nipped his throat as he slid his hand into her panties. “It would be my pleasure, Lily.” He kissed her again and she ran her hands over his naked chest, threading her fingers through the coarse hair like she had dreamed of doing for weeks. “Logan!” She gave him a shocked look, mixed with desire, and he winked at her. I bet I could slide my cock into you easily.” He slipped his hand into her shorts and traced the waistband of her panties. “Should I check for myself?” He sucked on her earlobe and she made a soft, pleading noise. He moved his hand to her lower belly, rubbing the curve of it just above her pubic bone and she thrust her hips at him eagerly. “Are you wet, Lily?” His hot breath blew into her ear and she made a loud moan of excitement. Judging by the sudden dampness that was flooding her panties, she more than just liked it. She was shocked to realize how much she liked it – how excited it made her. Barry had never been much of a talker in bed and he had never said anything even remotely suggestive to her.
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