Three Days In New York (Veronica/Logan, Keith, Jackie) - NC-17 (Part 3a/3)
Title: Three Days In New York (Day Three)
Pairing/Character: Veronica/Logan, Keith, Jackie
Word Count: 2681
Rating: NC-17
Summary: "The easy things in life aren't the things that you remember in the long run. It's the hard stuff, the stuff that almost kills you, that sticks in here. Because it's the stuff that really matters."
Spoilers: Through 2.22
Disclaimer: I don't own Veronica Mars. Veronica Mars owns me.
Author's Notes: The third part was too long for one post, so I broke it up into two. Feedback = ©
Day One
Day Two
Day Three:
Logan slumped over on the stool, his eyes gazing distantly into the empty mug in front of him. It was just after midnight and he had lost count of how many drinks he had consumed. Wasn’t enough, though, because he could still feel the ache in his chest.
A husky man in his late sixties bellied up to the bar beside him.
“Hey, Mo,” greeted the bartender as he set a mug of beer in front of the man.
“Larry,” the man nodded back with a friendly smile.
“Guess that makes me Curly,” Logan laughed drunkenly to himself.
“We got ourselves a comedian here tonight, eh?” Mo grunted a laugh.
“Better ‘n watching him mope like a dog that just got kicked,” Larry grumbled.
“What’s de matter, kid? Girl trouble?” Mo nudged Logan with his elbow. Logan looked down at his mug again. “Uh huh. That’s what I thought. Lare, get Curly here another beer. My treat.”
“You don’t have to…” Logan began.
“Ehhh. Shut up and drink the damn beer,” the elderly stranger demanded gruffly.
Larry sat another beer in front of Logan. Logan could tell Mo was looking for a little barstool conversation, so he nodded appreciatively then took a sip.
“So dis girl must be something else if she got you all in a rut like dis.”
“You have nooo idea,” Logan replied.
“What? You tink you’re the only guy to ever get your heart broken? Here, let me show you something,” Mo said as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He flipped open the old, worn leather pouch. Inside was an equally worn black and white photo of a beautiful dark haired woman with round eyes and a pearly white smile.
“This the part where you try to make me feel better by telling me about you long lost love?” Logan said snidely as he glanced down at the photo.
“Her name’s Marjorie. She was nineteen in this picture. My heart still breaks every time I look at it,” Mo continued, ignoring his remark.
“What happened?” Logan asked, more for the sake of conversation than actual interest.
“Her pop didn’t like me. Thought I was no good. ‘Ambitionless’ was the word I tink he used. He didn’t tink I wasn’t good enough for his little princess.”
Logan laughed to himself, understandingly.
“So you know what I did? I went out, got myself a job with my cousin Pete over at the docks. Seventy-five cents an hour, and dat was good money back in dose days. Den I got myself a nice suit and asked her to marry me,” Mo continued.
“Let me guess. Her dad wouldn't let her marry you.”
“No, he gave us his blessing. We’ll celebrate fifty-three years dis November.”
“Then why does your heart break when you see her picture?”
“You’d know if you saw what she looks like now. Six kids will do strange tings to a woman’s body, let me tell you. Not that I look any betta,” he chuckled as he put his wallet away.
“Is there supposed to be a moral to this little trip down memory lane?” Logan asked, somewhat amused.
“Nope. Just making conversation. So tell me about your girl.”
“Veronica? She’s amazing. Smart, beautiful, funny as hell.”
”So? What’s de problem den?”
“I don’t think I can be the guy she wants me to be,” Logan confessed. “I tried. But I always end up screwing things up, you know?”
“If she can’t love you for who you are, kid, you’re probably betta off without her.”
“I wish it were that easy.”
“Nah, you don’t. You been around as long as I have, you know that the easy things in life aren’t the things you remember in the long run. It’s the hard stuff, the stuff that nearly kills you that stays in here,” Mo pointed to his heart. “You know why? Because that’s the stuff that really matters.”
Logan pondered this as he took another sip.
Veronica’s lids fluttered open as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She was lying on top of the bed in her hotel room, still wearing the blue dress that had twisted awkwardly around her waist. She looked up at the clock. It was twelve twenty-three and she had dozed off. Veronica sat up and turned on the light. The hotel room felt empty... lonely. All her clothes and luggage were still in Logan’s suite, so she had nothing to change into. She picked up the phone and dialed up to his room. She let it ring for a full three minutes, thinking he might be asleep and would need extra time to answer. But it just kept ringing. She closed her eyes… Where are you, Logan?
Her eyes popped back open the moment the idea hit her. God, Veronica, why didn’t you think of this sooner? She opened the dresser drawer next to her bed, pulled out the mammoth New York yellow pages and frantically flipped through the pages till she found the word she was looking for: TAXI. Her mouth dropped when she realized how many companies were listed under that word. She took a deep breath, picked up the phone and dialed the first number on the list.
I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried.
I’ve had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that,
And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no, not me.
I did it my way.
Veronica entered the bar. She heaved a sigh of relief when she saw Logan, his arm around the shoulder of a stocky, older man as they drunkenly wailed the Sinatra tune together. She folded her arms over her chest as she approached them curiously.
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows, I took the blows.
And did it myyyyyy waaaaay!
Mo laughed hoarsely as he patted his young duet partner on the back.
“Logan?” Veronica called nervously.
Logan turned to see her standing halfway to the door. Guilt returned to his face the moment he saw the bruise that had surfaced next to her eye. She was still wearing the blue dress, only now it draped her awkwardly like something from a second-hand store.
“You must be Veronica,” Mo beamed. His smile faded a little at the sight of the bruise.
“How did you find me?” Logan brooded.
“I called every cab company in the book till I found the one who had logged a pick up at Tavern on the Green between six-thirty and six forty-five. This is the address they showed you were dropped off at. I would have been here sooner, but you wouldn’t believe how many cab companies are on this island.”
“That’s pretty amazing,” Mo informed Logan. “You give her dat shiner?"
“It wasn’t intentional. I just got caught in the crossfire,” Veronica informed.
Logan suddenly stood, knocking his stool over.
“Keep the change,” he said as he slapped a hundred dollar bill on the bar. “It was nice meeting you Mo. You are a true gentleman and a credit to mankind.”
“Tanks kid.”
Logan stormed past Veronica and out the door. She turned to go after him.
“Veronica,” Mo called out. Veronica turned back to him. “Be easy on him. The kid’s nuts about you.”
Veronica smiled slightly then went after Logan. She finally caught up to him halfway down the street.
“Logan! Will you stop and talk to me?” Logan kept going. “I’m not mad. It was just an accident. You didn’t mean to hit me,” she cried.
“But I did,” Logan spat as he spun around. “I did, Veronica. And the way you were looking at me, like you were scared of me. It was the way my mother used to look at my dad when he got angry. I couldn’t take that.”
“Logan, you are not him. You are nothing like him,” she insisted.
“How do you know that?! How do you know I won’t turn out to be just like him?” Logan yelled. Veronica knew this was Logan’s greatest fear. That he would end up like his dad. He certainly had the violent tendencies. But she knew he had something that Aaron never had. A heart.
“I know because I would have pulled that trigger on the roof the other night. I wanted to make Cassidy pay so badly, I didn’t care that it would have been the worst mistake of my life. But you did. You were there for me, even after all the horrible things I had said to you. After all the things I accused you of. Aaron never would have done that. He was a heartless killer. You are not heartless and you’re not a killer. If anything, you’re a protector.”
Veronica moved closer and put her arms around Logan’s waist. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, letting her back in.
“I just don’t want you to ever be afraid of being with me, Veronica,” Logan admitted.
“I’m not afraid of you, Logan. I’m afraid for you. You can’t just beat up every person that pisses you off.”
“So, what? I should let them walk all over me?”
“No. There are ways of keeping people from walking all over you that doesn’t involve violence.”
“Oh, right. Like planting bongs in their lockers.”
“You’re never going to let that go, are you?” Veronica laughed through her tears. “We’ll be eighty years old and you’ll still be bitching about the damn bong in the locker.”
“I hope so,” Logan smiled as he wiped the moisture from her cheek and gazed deeply into her eyes.
Veronica held Logan’s hand tightly in the back of the cab. “I just don’t want you to ever be afraid of being with me,” echoed over and over in her head. She knew she hadn’t been completely honest with Logan. The truth was, she was afraid of being with him. Not because of what he might do to her, but because of how strong her feelings for him were. She had never felt this strongly for anyone before. Not even Duncan. He had been her first love, but it was a naïve, sweet love that never breached her personal level of comfort. Not that it was completely passionless. It had its moments. Mostly, it had contentment and familiarity with a heavy dose of denial. When he was gone, all she had were bittersweet memories of an immature love that she had held onto for far too long.
Logan was different. When she was with him, she felt safe and scared, excited and uneasy, powerful and completely out of control. And that’s exactly what she was afraid of - not being able to control her feelings. She had seen the dark side of love more times than she cared to remember. Her own family had been ripped apart by lies and betrayal. She wasn’t going to kid herself into thinking it couldn’t happen to her and Logan. But the past two days had given her a taste of how good things could be with him. She wanted it to be that good again. She craved it, even. As much as she feared being with him, she was far more afraid of being without him now.
Moonlight filled the bedroom of Logan’s suite casting a blue tint across their faces. Logan kissed Veronica as he unzipped the back of her dress and pulled the spaghetti strings off her shoulders. She could taste the alcohol on his breath as he plunged his tongue greedily in her mouth. The loose fabric slid off her form easily and crumpled to the floor at her feet. Veronica gazed into his eyes as she stepped out of the dress. Logan peeled off his shirt as Veronica slid off her underwear. Keeping her eyes locked with his, she slowly knelt on her knees and began undoing his belt and pants. Logan watched as she pulled his pants and boxers off, freeing his erection from its fabric confines. She gazed up into his eyes as she grabbed hold of his shaft and began kissing the tip of his cock, licking circles over his head. Her eyes closed as she took him into her mouth. Logan heard himself groan involuntarily as her wet lips slid purposefully down his shaft and up to the head again. Her hands slid up the back of his bare thighs and grabbed his ass, pulling him deeper into her mouth. Logan tangled his fingers through the back of her hair and looked down at her. She increased her pace, taking in as much of him as she could, then pulling him almost all the way out again. God, it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen and it took every bit of his willpower not to erupt into the back of her throat.
Logan lifted her up to him and assaulted her with his lips again. She fought back with her tongue. Veronica led him closer to the bed then climbed on top of the mattress with her knees. Logan followed and they slowly inched across the bed together. Logan fell onto his back, pulling her down with him, their lips still passionately locked. Finally, she moved down and began planting kisses on his chest before softly biting at his nipple. Logan heaved a sigh of pleasure at the sensation. She straddled him, scratching her nails over his chest and down to his navel slowly. Logan sat up, taking her breast into his mouth. Veronica’s head fell back as a quiet “yes” left her slightly parted lips. Logan sucked her nipple hard in his mouth as his fingers slid into her folds and found her clit. She was so wet, Logan’s cock twitched. But he knew if he made her come with his fingers first, the second climax would be monstrous. So he worked her clit with his thumb as he slipped two fingers in and out of her, all while sucking her breast. Veronica exhaled sharply when the climax hit, then moaned into his hair as the wave of tingly heat washed over her.
“You like that?” he grinned into the curve of her neck. Veronica nodded then looked into his eyes.
“Do it again.”
Logan kissed her as Veronica aligned her hips with his and guided his head to her entrance. She slowly lowered herself onto him. She wanted him so badly, he could feel her muscles pulling at his cock as she began to ride him. Logan pulled her legs forward and wrapped them around his waist, allowing her to sink even deeper onto his lap. He snaked his arms through hers and held onto her shoulders then began slowly thrusting upwards while pulling her down. They devoured each other’s lips again. Her breasts rubbed against his chest as his cock rubbed against her clit. They could see the silhouette of their bodies against the moonlight in the dresser mirror and watched the beauty of their lovemaking in the reflection.
Veronica locked her ankles around Logan’s waist and held on tightly as he flipped her onto her back. She had to catch her breath from the force of his thrust. The force never subsided. It only got harder and deeper. The instant her muscles tightened around his cock, he knew this was going to be a big one. Logan was close, too, so he increased his pace. Veronica arched her back beneath him as a surge of heat filled her and every muscle in her body quaked. Logan groaned aloud as he came with her, then kept pumping till he knew she was fully satisfied. He collapsed to her side and they lied on the bed staring at the ceiling in euphoric silence for what seemed an eternity as they tried to capture their breathes.
Veronica swallowed then spoke, “We should make up like that more often.”
“Yeah,” Logan agreed.
Continued
Pairing/Character: Veronica/Logan, Keith, Jackie
Word Count: 2681
Rating: NC-17
Summary: "The easy things in life aren't the things that you remember in the long run. It's the hard stuff, the stuff that almost kills you, that sticks in here. Because it's the stuff that really matters."
Spoilers: Through 2.22
Disclaimer: I don't own Veronica Mars. Veronica Mars owns me.
Author's Notes: The third part was too long for one post, so I broke it up into two. Feedback = ©
Day One
Day Two
Day Three:
Logan slumped over on the stool, his eyes gazing distantly into the empty mug in front of him. It was just after midnight and he had lost count of how many drinks he had consumed. Wasn’t enough, though, because he could still feel the ache in his chest.
A husky man in his late sixties bellied up to the bar beside him.
“Hey, Mo,” greeted the bartender as he set a mug of beer in front of the man.
“Larry,” the man nodded back with a friendly smile.
“Guess that makes me Curly,” Logan laughed drunkenly to himself.
“We got ourselves a comedian here tonight, eh?” Mo grunted a laugh.
“Better ‘n watching him mope like a dog that just got kicked,” Larry grumbled.
“What’s de matter, kid? Girl trouble?” Mo nudged Logan with his elbow. Logan looked down at his mug again. “Uh huh. That’s what I thought. Lare, get Curly here another beer. My treat.”
“You don’t have to…” Logan began.
“Ehhh. Shut up and drink the damn beer,” the elderly stranger demanded gruffly.
Larry sat another beer in front of Logan. Logan could tell Mo was looking for a little barstool conversation, so he nodded appreciatively then took a sip.
“So dis girl must be something else if she got you all in a rut like dis.”
“You have nooo idea,” Logan replied.
“What? You tink you’re the only guy to ever get your heart broken? Here, let me show you something,” Mo said as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He flipped open the old, worn leather pouch. Inside was an equally worn black and white photo of a beautiful dark haired woman with round eyes and a pearly white smile.
“This the part where you try to make me feel better by telling me about you long lost love?” Logan said snidely as he glanced down at the photo.
“Her name’s Marjorie. She was nineteen in this picture. My heart still breaks every time I look at it,” Mo continued, ignoring his remark.
“What happened?” Logan asked, more for the sake of conversation than actual interest.
“Her pop didn’t like me. Thought I was no good. ‘Ambitionless’ was the word I tink he used. He didn’t tink I wasn’t good enough for his little princess.”
Logan laughed to himself, understandingly.
“So you know what I did? I went out, got myself a job with my cousin Pete over at the docks. Seventy-five cents an hour, and dat was good money back in dose days. Den I got myself a nice suit and asked her to marry me,” Mo continued.
“Let me guess. Her dad wouldn't let her marry you.”
“No, he gave us his blessing. We’ll celebrate fifty-three years dis November.”
“Then why does your heart break when you see her picture?”
“You’d know if you saw what she looks like now. Six kids will do strange tings to a woman’s body, let me tell you. Not that I look any betta,” he chuckled as he put his wallet away.
“Is there supposed to be a moral to this little trip down memory lane?” Logan asked, somewhat amused.
“Nope. Just making conversation. So tell me about your girl.”
“Veronica? She’s amazing. Smart, beautiful, funny as hell.”
”So? What’s de problem den?”
“I don’t think I can be the guy she wants me to be,” Logan confessed. “I tried. But I always end up screwing things up, you know?”
“If she can’t love you for who you are, kid, you’re probably betta off without her.”
“I wish it were that easy.”
“Nah, you don’t. You been around as long as I have, you know that the easy things in life aren’t the things you remember in the long run. It’s the hard stuff, the stuff that nearly kills you that stays in here,” Mo pointed to his heart. “You know why? Because that’s the stuff that really matters.”
Logan pondered this as he took another sip.
Veronica’s lids fluttered open as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She was lying on top of the bed in her hotel room, still wearing the blue dress that had twisted awkwardly around her waist. She looked up at the clock. It was twelve twenty-three and she had dozed off. Veronica sat up and turned on the light. The hotel room felt empty... lonely. All her clothes and luggage were still in Logan’s suite, so she had nothing to change into. She picked up the phone and dialed up to his room. She let it ring for a full three minutes, thinking he might be asleep and would need extra time to answer. But it just kept ringing. She closed her eyes… Where are you, Logan?
Her eyes popped back open the moment the idea hit her. God, Veronica, why didn’t you think of this sooner? She opened the dresser drawer next to her bed, pulled out the mammoth New York yellow pages and frantically flipped through the pages till she found the word she was looking for: TAXI. Her mouth dropped when she realized how many companies were listed under that word. She took a deep breath, picked up the phone and dialed the first number on the list.
I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried.
I’ve had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that,
And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no, not me.
I did it my way.
Veronica entered the bar. She heaved a sigh of relief when she saw Logan, his arm around the shoulder of a stocky, older man as they drunkenly wailed the Sinatra tune together. She folded her arms over her chest as she approached them curiously.
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows, I took the blows.
And did it myyyyyy waaaaay!
Mo laughed hoarsely as he patted his young duet partner on the back.
“Logan?” Veronica called nervously.
Logan turned to see her standing halfway to the door. Guilt returned to his face the moment he saw the bruise that had surfaced next to her eye. She was still wearing the blue dress, only now it draped her awkwardly like something from a second-hand store.
“You must be Veronica,” Mo beamed. His smile faded a little at the sight of the bruise.
“How did you find me?” Logan brooded.
“I called every cab company in the book till I found the one who had logged a pick up at Tavern on the Green between six-thirty and six forty-five. This is the address they showed you were dropped off at. I would have been here sooner, but you wouldn’t believe how many cab companies are on this island.”
“That’s pretty amazing,” Mo informed Logan. “You give her dat shiner?"
“It wasn’t intentional. I just got caught in the crossfire,” Veronica informed.
Logan suddenly stood, knocking his stool over.
“Keep the change,” he said as he slapped a hundred dollar bill on the bar. “It was nice meeting you Mo. You are a true gentleman and a credit to mankind.”
“Tanks kid.”
Logan stormed past Veronica and out the door. She turned to go after him.
“Veronica,” Mo called out. Veronica turned back to him. “Be easy on him. The kid’s nuts about you.”
Veronica smiled slightly then went after Logan. She finally caught up to him halfway down the street.
“Logan! Will you stop and talk to me?” Logan kept going. “I’m not mad. It was just an accident. You didn’t mean to hit me,” she cried.
“But I did,” Logan spat as he spun around. “I did, Veronica. And the way you were looking at me, like you were scared of me. It was the way my mother used to look at my dad when he got angry. I couldn’t take that.”
“Logan, you are not him. You are nothing like him,” she insisted.
“How do you know that?! How do you know I won’t turn out to be just like him?” Logan yelled. Veronica knew this was Logan’s greatest fear. That he would end up like his dad. He certainly had the violent tendencies. But she knew he had something that Aaron never had. A heart.
“I know because I would have pulled that trigger on the roof the other night. I wanted to make Cassidy pay so badly, I didn’t care that it would have been the worst mistake of my life. But you did. You were there for me, even after all the horrible things I had said to you. After all the things I accused you of. Aaron never would have done that. He was a heartless killer. You are not heartless and you’re not a killer. If anything, you’re a protector.”
Veronica moved closer and put her arms around Logan’s waist. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, letting her back in.
“I just don’t want you to ever be afraid of being with me, Veronica,” Logan admitted.
“I’m not afraid of you, Logan. I’m afraid for you. You can’t just beat up every person that pisses you off.”
“So, what? I should let them walk all over me?”
“No. There are ways of keeping people from walking all over you that doesn’t involve violence.”
“Oh, right. Like planting bongs in their lockers.”
“You’re never going to let that go, are you?” Veronica laughed through her tears. “We’ll be eighty years old and you’ll still be bitching about the damn bong in the locker.”
“I hope so,” Logan smiled as he wiped the moisture from her cheek and gazed deeply into her eyes.
Veronica held Logan’s hand tightly in the back of the cab. “I just don’t want you to ever be afraid of being with me,” echoed over and over in her head. She knew she hadn’t been completely honest with Logan. The truth was, she was afraid of being with him. Not because of what he might do to her, but because of how strong her feelings for him were. She had never felt this strongly for anyone before. Not even Duncan. He had been her first love, but it was a naïve, sweet love that never breached her personal level of comfort. Not that it was completely passionless. It had its moments. Mostly, it had contentment and familiarity with a heavy dose of denial. When he was gone, all she had were bittersweet memories of an immature love that she had held onto for far too long.
Logan was different. When she was with him, she felt safe and scared, excited and uneasy, powerful and completely out of control. And that’s exactly what she was afraid of - not being able to control her feelings. She had seen the dark side of love more times than she cared to remember. Her own family had been ripped apart by lies and betrayal. She wasn’t going to kid herself into thinking it couldn’t happen to her and Logan. But the past two days had given her a taste of how good things could be with him. She wanted it to be that good again. She craved it, even. As much as she feared being with him, she was far more afraid of being without him now.
Moonlight filled the bedroom of Logan’s suite casting a blue tint across their faces. Logan kissed Veronica as he unzipped the back of her dress and pulled the spaghetti strings off her shoulders. She could taste the alcohol on his breath as he plunged his tongue greedily in her mouth. The loose fabric slid off her form easily and crumpled to the floor at her feet. Veronica gazed into his eyes as she stepped out of the dress. Logan peeled off his shirt as Veronica slid off her underwear. Keeping her eyes locked with his, she slowly knelt on her knees and began undoing his belt and pants. Logan watched as she pulled his pants and boxers off, freeing his erection from its fabric confines. She gazed up into his eyes as she grabbed hold of his shaft and began kissing the tip of his cock, licking circles over his head. Her eyes closed as she took him into her mouth. Logan heard himself groan involuntarily as her wet lips slid purposefully down his shaft and up to the head again. Her hands slid up the back of his bare thighs and grabbed his ass, pulling him deeper into her mouth. Logan tangled his fingers through the back of her hair and looked down at her. She increased her pace, taking in as much of him as she could, then pulling him almost all the way out again. God, it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen and it took every bit of his willpower not to erupt into the back of her throat.
Logan lifted her up to him and assaulted her with his lips again. She fought back with her tongue. Veronica led him closer to the bed then climbed on top of the mattress with her knees. Logan followed and they slowly inched across the bed together. Logan fell onto his back, pulling her down with him, their lips still passionately locked. Finally, she moved down and began planting kisses on his chest before softly biting at his nipple. Logan heaved a sigh of pleasure at the sensation. She straddled him, scratching her nails over his chest and down to his navel slowly. Logan sat up, taking her breast into his mouth. Veronica’s head fell back as a quiet “yes” left her slightly parted lips. Logan sucked her nipple hard in his mouth as his fingers slid into her folds and found her clit. She was so wet, Logan’s cock twitched. But he knew if he made her come with his fingers first, the second climax would be monstrous. So he worked her clit with his thumb as he slipped two fingers in and out of her, all while sucking her breast. Veronica exhaled sharply when the climax hit, then moaned into his hair as the wave of tingly heat washed over her.
“You like that?” he grinned into the curve of her neck. Veronica nodded then looked into his eyes.
“Do it again.”
Logan kissed her as Veronica aligned her hips with his and guided his head to her entrance. She slowly lowered herself onto him. She wanted him so badly, he could feel her muscles pulling at his cock as she began to ride him. Logan pulled her legs forward and wrapped them around his waist, allowing her to sink even deeper onto his lap. He snaked his arms through hers and held onto her shoulders then began slowly thrusting upwards while pulling her down. They devoured each other’s lips again. Her breasts rubbed against his chest as his cock rubbed against her clit. They could see the silhouette of their bodies against the moonlight in the dresser mirror and watched the beauty of their lovemaking in the reflection.
Veronica locked her ankles around Logan’s waist and held on tightly as he flipped her onto her back. She had to catch her breath from the force of his thrust. The force never subsided. It only got harder and deeper. The instant her muscles tightened around his cock, he knew this was going to be a big one. Logan was close, too, so he increased his pace. Veronica arched her back beneath him as a surge of heat filled her and every muscle in her body quaked. Logan groaned aloud as he came with her, then kept pumping till he knew she was fully satisfied. He collapsed to her side and they lied on the bed staring at the ceiling in euphoric silence for what seemed an eternity as they tried to capture their breathes.
Veronica swallowed then spoke, “We should make up like that more often.”
“Yeah,” Logan agreed.
Continued