Loving Logan - Sammi Cee Page 0,26

won the lottery. “Good. I’m happy to hear that things are going so well, and that he’s making an effort to be conscientious of Jakey’s needs.”

I shrugged nonchalantly; although, judging by Vonda’s knowing smile, I didn’t quite pull it off. “It’s new. We’ll see how it goes.”

“Uh-huh.” She patted my arm, then whistled as she walked away.

“Wow, Logan. What did you do right?”

I turned to find the hostess standing on the other side of the bar with a covered black platter in her hands. “What’re you talking about?”

She set the container on the bartop. “This was just delivered for you.”

“I didn’t order anything.” She stood there expectantly, so I left where I’d been going through receipts at the register and walked over. Under the plastic domed lid was an arrangement of fruit. The outer ring alternated chocolate-covered pineapples cut into flowers and chocolate-covered strawberries. Inside of that were sliced apples covered in a white and milk chocolate drizzle, and in the center was a pile of blueberries. “This was for me?” I asked with confusion.

“Yeah.” She pulled the small white envelope off the side of the lid and handed it to me. “Who’s it from?”

Quickly I ran through special dates, and I couldn’t come up with one significant enough for my parents to have a fruit platter delivered to my job.

Opening the envelope, I read the card inside.

To the apple of my eye,

I can’t believe I pulled the shortest straw.

As I sit in these meetings, I pine for you.

I’m so berry blue without you.

Choc(k) my fruitiness up to the late hour I’m ordering this.

Until tonight,

Creed

“Oh. Wow,” I said, melting at the thoughtful gift.

“Well?” she asked with her hands on her hips. At twenty, she couldn’t come behind the bar or I’m sure she'd have tackled me to get her hands on the note. “I have to know, is that from that delicious drink of water who keeps coming in to sit at the bar?”

Flushing, I nodded.

“Go you, Logan,” she squealed, bopping on her toes and clapping.

She was right, go me.

“I didn’t think today was ever going to end,” Creed said as soon as I opened the door. He stepped in and immediately pulled me into his arms.

“It was weird not having you there for lunch,” I admitted, rubbing my cheek against the side of his head. “But thank you for the fruit platter.”

“You’re very welcome. I didn’t want anyone else to come in today and steal you away from me.”

Yeah, right. He said that as if I was even capable of noticing anyone else at this point.

Before I could think of an appropriate response, he said, “Hey, buddy.”

I looked down and found Jakey standing at my feet. He regarded Creed thoughtfully, then instead of running off like he usually did, he waited for our hug to end and walked to the kitchen with us.

“Creed, seriously? You can’t stop now.”

Creed chuckled into the side of my neck, but he started rising off of me.

“Oh no you don’t.” Wrapping my legs around his, I locked my arms around the center of his body like a vice. “You’re going to finish what you started. You can’t keep leaving me all…frustrated.”

He ground his cock into mine through our jeans, licking back into my mouth. After I just knew we were going to take this into my bedroom, he said, “Not tonight. You know Jakey didn’t feel well after dinner. What if he wakes up?”

“Fine. Then we’ll go into the bedroom and lock the door. Just let me suck you off. Please.” I heard the whine in my voice, but I didn’t care. Creed’s pants-on-at-all-times solution to making sure Jakey never caught us in a too compromising position was heading straight from frustrating the hell out of me toward pissing me off.

Creed shook his head. “Nope. Not tonight. I have a feeling Jakey’s going to need you. How about this? Why don’t you two spend the day together tomorrow, and I’ll come over after Jakey’s in bed? I want to make sure he doesn’t feel like I’m intruding.”

For the love of all that was holy…I pouted. I knew it, but I couldn’t help it. My dick felt like exploding, and I wanted that, but I was sick of it being by my own hands. “Creeeeed.” Good grief, I sounded like Jakey when he used to beg his parents for something.

“Oh, wow.” He kissed me again, laughing against my mouth, and then wrestled me until he escaped and stood up. “Come on. Walk me out.”

“And now