Could This Be Happening? Part 57a of 57
Title: Could This Be Happening? Part 57 of 57
Author: christykq
Rating: M for language and a whole lot of sex
Characters/Pairings: LoVe
Word Count: 11,287 this Part and 230,553 total
Spoilers: Begins with 3.05 and goes through S3.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in the VM universe, it all belongs to the master RT. I also do not earn a profit from any one of the many brand names named in my story and no copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: Character’s thoughts are italic.
Part 57: The Last Part
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[After Season Three]
[24 days postpartum]
“Hi Honey, I’m home.” Logan bellows from the kitchen, quickly throwing three tubs of ice cream into the freezer and grabbing two wine glasses from the cabinet.
“I’m up here.” She responds from the bedroom and takes a deep breath, carefully adjusting her outfit to accentuate her best qualities.
Logan bounds up the steps with two white, plastic shopping bags, two wine glasses and a bottle of wine in his hands with a smile on his face and a rock-hard erection in his pants.
He sprints to the master bedroom and stops at the door. Tons of lit candles cover every flat surface in the room, Shelby Lynn is belting out a ballad from the iPod dock on the dresser and Veronica is lying in the middle of their king-sized bed in a black lace demi bra embroidered with pink flowers with a matching pair of barely-there panties and high heels and Logan just about cums in his jeans. He smiles, drops the bags from his hands, places the wine and wine glasses on the dresser and slowly walks to the edge of the bed. “Snookums, is Will with your dad?”
“Yes.” She coos.
Logan swallows and wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans then crawls seductively up the bed, kissing Veronica’s bare flesh as he hovers over her body. His fingertips follow the trail left by his lips, tenderly touching her almost-flat stomach and perky breasts, her firm, inviting neck and plump lips, across her jawline and finally landing on her earlobe. “Nice jewelry.” He exhales against her ear.
Veronica swallows loudly and wiggles under his touch.
“Sugarpuss…” He whispers against her neck. “…I don’t know how long I can last this first time. Can we please… um… ah, just get right to it before I fuckin’ explode all over myself?”
Veronica giggles. “Okay, but be gentle.”
“Gentle, got it.” His mouth devours hers in a heated, passionate kiss as his right hand tangles through her hair. “Hold on one second.” He whispers against her lips and hops up from his spot, grabbing the shopping bags near the door. He rushes back to the bed and dumps the contents of the bags onto the bed coverings.
Four boxes of condoms, a jar of maraschino cherries, a large bottle of KY lubricant, a box of spermicide suppositories, chocolate sauce, two tabloids, a bottle of massaging oil, a cigarette lighter, a tube of spermicide cream, a can of whipped cream, a pack of gum and tub of baby wipes spill onto the bed.
Veronica laughs. “Sweetie, all you need are some fireworks and a paperclip and you could build a rocket ship.”
“Hush, we’re being prepared.” He says as he pushes the contents around searching for the spermicide cream, frantically. “A-ha!” He grabs the cream, rips a condom out of the box and loosens his jeans.
Logan catapults himself onto the bed, bouncing perfectly into place next to his wife. He stares deep into her eyes and touches her cheek lightly. “Bobcat, I want you to stop me if you’re uncomfortable or if anything hurts, okay?”
She smiles and nods.
He pushes her hair back from her cheek and rests his hand on the side of her face. “I love you.”
Veronica smiles, places her hand over his and leans toward her husband with a quick kiss. “I love you, too.” She kisses him more deeply and Logan rolls her onto her back.
His hand slides down her body and his fingers skate over the strings of her black lace thong and down her thigh at the same time her fingers push his jeans and boxers over his hips.
He rolls onto his side and squirts spermicide on his index and middle fingers as Veronica takes the condom from his hand, tearing it from it’s package and unrolls the rubber unto Logan’s penis, making him gasp from her touch. “Oh fuck.”
He inserts his fingers into her surprisingly tight canal, slathering the spermicide deep in her core, making Veronica moan from his ministrations. Her head dips back against the mattress and her eyes flutter closed as her legs relax and fall open.
Logan kisses her neck, sucking the skin lightly as he adjusts his position over her body and maneuvers his hard-on to her opening.
Her fingers guide his cock to her vagina and she slides the thin strap of her thong to the side as he slowly pushes into her body.
“Uhhhhhh.” She exhales softly as Logan slowly buries his entire erection into her canal and pauses, searching her face for discomfort.
“You okay?” He whispers quietly.
She smiles and opens her eyes. “Welcome home, Honey.”
He laughs. “It’s good to be home.” Logan pushes in further. “I’m gonna start to go faster, okay?”
“Uh huh.”
“Be ready ‘cause it’s only going to take, like, a second and I’m gonna cum.”
“Pull out…” Veronica bites her lower lip. “…when you cum… please.”
Logan bends and pecks her lips. “Okay. Ready?”
She pulls his head down and covers his mouth, shoving her tongue over his lips as Logan pulls out slowly then quickly speeds up his rhythm, in and out, in and out.
“Ahhhhhhhh.” He abruptly yanks his cock from her body after four thrusts and strains to hold his body above her. His eyes clench shut and his muscles twitch under his skin, his nerves explode and semen gushes into the tip of the condom.
Logan unlocks his elbows and unceremoniously falls onto Veronica as he tries to catch his breath and slow his heart rate. “Jesus.” He mutters against her chest.
Her hands caress his back and neck softly as her diamond bracelet tickles his skin and he comes down from his concentrated orgasm.
“Sorry, about that.” Logan mutters and listens to Veronica’s heart as his eyes refocus and he has a perfect, close-up view of Veronica’s bra and accentuated cleavage. “Mmm. I like this outfit.” He slips his index finger under the embroidered flowers to peek under the lace. “Can I request this for a future appearance?”
“Isn’t it cute? I’m not going to tell you how much I paid for these little pieces of lace.”
He dips his fingers into his wife’s demi bra and pops her breast out of the top of the cup, shifting his body over her form and sucks her delicate skin deep into his mouth. “Worth every fuckin’ cent.” His left hand trails down her thigh, lifting her knee as he plants hot, open-mouth kisses down her exposed stomach.
Veronica’s leg tucks close to his hip and curls around Logan’s thigh, grazing the tip of her three-inch heel down his leg gently.
His fingers continue to her ankle. “Heels are a nice touch.” He whispers against her stomach, right above the flimsy material of her thong.
“I thought you might like those.” She coos as her hands twist in his hair.
“Oh, I like.” Logan mumbles, kissing the length of her leg, extending it in his hand as he stands. He looks deep into Veronica’s eyes. “I’ll be right back. I have to get rid of this condom.”
“You’re wearing too many clothes.” The tiny blond smiles as she places her heeled foot on the bed and Logan runs to the bathroom.
“I can take care of that problem.” Logan says as he returns and sets the trashcan next to the bed, locking eyes with Veronica.
She giggles when he does his best impression of a stripper, wiggling his ass and dramatically removing his clothing, throwing his boxers at her head.
He lifts her foot off the bed, kissing her ankle as his eyes roll down her elevated limb and settles on the triangle of lace attempting to cover Veronica’s strip of pubic hair and he licks his lips. “Mmm.”
He tips her shoe off her foot and it tumbles to the floor as Logan tickles the bottom of Veronica’s foot, making her giggle and wiggle under his touch. He sets her foot on the bed and moves to the other foot, removing her shoe and tossing it over his shoulder.
He lightly runs his fingers up and down her calf, feeling the heat of her skin. “God, Ronnie, you are so sexy.” He licks her raised leg, caressing her skin with his hands and gently pulls her tiny figure to the edge of the bed.
He turns his attention from her leg to her almost-nonexistent thong panties, grazing his fingertips over the lace as Veronica thrusts her hips into his hand and moans. His fingers slip under the strings of the thong and he slides it off her body, holding the teeny piece of lace and two strings up in the air for further examination then tosses it over his shoulder. “We won’t be needing that little thing anymore.” Logan smiles.
Logan sifts through the contents on the bed with one hand as his other hand begins rubbing circles against his wife’s clitoris. He places the spermicide cream, the KY lube, a condom and the can of whipped cream in between Veronica’s legs then kneels at the end of the bed, between her limbs.
Logan looks down on her extended body and locks eyes with the love of his life.
She smiles and he smirks mischievously with a naughty gleam in his eye then shakes the can of whipped cream vigorously.
Her eyes widen. “What are you going to do?”
Logan winks and sprays a ruffle of whipped cream in the shape of a heart around the small stripe of trimmed pubic hair.
Veronica giggles as Logan glances seductively at her face, through his eyelashes, and consumes the whipped topping, licking the cream off her skin and scoops it into his mouth with his tongue. Swallowing the white fluff, he lecherously licks his lips clean and begins to lap at her folds.
She moans and thrusts her pelvis toward his ministrations. “Oooooh. That feels good.”
His tongue plunges into her core and circles the inner walls.
Veronica grabs at his head and pushes it in toward her canal. “Oh God. Don’t stop, Logan. Don’t fuckin’ stop.” She moans, pushing her head back into the mattress and tangles her fingers in his hair.
He sucks and licks her opening, nudging her clit with his nose. He can smell her arousal and his dick hardens and jumps at the sound of Veronica’s moan.
Logan backs away from her folds and rapidly rolls a condom onto his engorged penis and slops additional lubricant on the outside of the latex.
“Ahhh.” Veronica whines. “Hey… don’t stop.”
Logan laughs. “Babe, I only have two hands.”
“You were the one bragging about making a townie moan without using your hands, in high school, Dear.”
He spreads spermicide on his index and middle fingers again and inserts them into her core, pushing the cream deep.
“Oh, yeah. Oh, fuck!” She exhales and pushes into his hand as her fingers pinch and twist her nipples and knead her breasts.
Veronica’s very expensive bra’s elastic pushes against her mounds and forces her tits to stand upright, in an almost painful position. Surprisingly, the extreme support makes her nipples more sensitive and jolts of energy shoot through her body. “Oh God.”
Logan swiftly stands and removes his fingers, replacing them with his hard cock as he raises her hips off the bed. He pauses at her opening, watching her play with her breasts and he pushes into her core, hitting her cervix. “Oh God.”
“You okay?”
“Oh yeah!” Veronica cries with passion as Logan pulls out and pushes in, hitting her cervix again.
His movements speed up and regulate as Veronica continues to play, pulling and twisting, massaging and pinching her breasts and nipples, intensifying the pleasure Logan is giving her.
“Oh my God!” She screams as Logan can feel her inner muscles tighten around his erection and he quickens his pace.
Veronica continues her assault on her breasts as Logan slams into her tight canal and she explodes. “OH! GOD! LOGAN! Oh My God! Logan!” She screams as the waves of ecstasy roll through her body.
Logan pushes in two more times, burying his cock and he cums, jerking his penis from her body. “Oh fuck! Holy fuck! Ohhhh! My! Goooooood!” He grunts as every muscle and nerve tightens and squeezes white, man milk into the condom.
He falls onto the bed next to Veronica and pants, throwing his arm over his eyes. “Christ, Bobcat, that was fuckin’ intense.”
Veronica smiles and cuddles into his side.
“Oh, wait, Sugarpuss, let me get rid of this thing.” He peels off the used condom and tosses it in the nearby trashcan then settles down on the mattress next to his wife, pulling her close to his sweaty body.
Their bodies cool off and their breathing slows to a normal level as they enjoy lying in each other’s arms for a few moments, listening to Shelby Lynn sing her heart out.
“Ronnie, are you okay about your mom?” Logan says so softly Veronica almost doesn’t hear him, as his fingers tickle her back and upper arm gently. “I know she hasn’t been in your life for a few years, but it’s still your mom.”
Veronica traces her fingertips on Logan’s chest lightly as she speaks. “I don’t know what I feel right now.” She pauses. “My mom died, alone in a rent-by-the-hour motel in the desert and I’m supposed to mourn? She betrayed me when I needed her most, when I had nothing in my life except for my father and she left.” Veronica takes a deep breath and continues as Logan’s fingers caress her bare skin and he listens to his wife vent. “Then she comes back into our lives and she steals a check from my father and leaves again. How can I feel anything for that women except disdain?”
“It’s hard to put it into perspective right now, Honey, but I think you need to grieve. It’s not healthy to bottle all that hurt up inside.” Logan kisses the top of her head. “I’m here for you to lean on if you need anything.”
Veronica looks up into Logan’s eyes from her place in the nook of his arm. “I know. Thank you.” She says softly and leaves a chaste kiss on his lips and settles close to his body again.
The Echolls lay in each other’s arms for a few minutes, deep in thought. Logan feels Veronica’s eyelashes flutter against his chest. “Babe, I have a present for you.” Logan whispers as he looks at the love of his life in his arms. He notices her bra still pressing on her breasts and he releases the back bra clasp, nimbly with one hand.
Veronica wiggles out of the demi bra and throws it to the floor. “What kind of present?”
Logan kisses the top of her head and stretches his arm under the bed. The distance is too great and he has to roll on to his stomach, releasing Veronica from his arms as he digs under the king-sized bed.
He slowly pulls two white, shirt boxes out from under the bed then reaches under a second time, retrieving a smaller square box. He awkwardly pulls the boxes to the mattress surface, using back and stomach muscles usually reserved for surfing and hands the small tower of boxes to the tiny blonde.
Veronica grins and her demeanor brightens. “I love presents.” She turns on her side and sits, placing the gifts in between their lounging bodies, opening the smallest box slowly. “No card?”
“Nope, no explanation needed.” Logan says as he gets himself comfortable and leans his head on his palm, ready to watch the gift opening.
“Why does that scare me?” Veronica flips the top of the first, nondescript box open and pushes the tissue paper aside. Her face grows into an enormous smile as she pulls a stuffed teddy bear out of the box. He has a t-shirt on and it reads ‘I wuv you beary much.’
“Was this won with your superior ring tossing ability?” She smirks and pecks Logan on the lips.
“Ah, no.” He laughs. “I couldn’t get that lucky, Babe. I had the shirt made for the bear I saw at the store. He’s cute, isn’t he?”
She kisses his lips again with more dedication. “Uh huh, he’s cute, but you’re cuter. Thank you. I love it and I wuv you too.”
He chuckles and watches Veronica open the second gift.
She pulls the ribbon bow open and lifts the lid of the box, revealing pink flowery tissue paper that smells like perfume. She lifts an eyebrow in question and moves the smelly tissue aside, pulling out a beautiful light blue, silk and black lace babydoll chemise.
“Oh my, this is absolutely beautiful, Honey.” She holds up the gift by the delicate silk straps. “Wow. This is so nice, I don’t think I should wear it in bed, Babe.”
“Oh no, you’re wearing it and I can…” He gestures with two fingers, carefully lifting the material. “…peek under here and fuck you senseless.”
Veronica quirks an eyebrow and chuckles. “Is that so?” She laughs and stuffs the chemise in the box, progressing on to the next gift.
Quickly, she opens the box and pushes the flowery, scented tissue paper to the side and lifts an off-white silk chemise out of the box.
This silky chemise has a sheer bodice and delicate lace cut-outs down the front, which will tease Logan with a glimpse of bare skin.
“Babe, this is beautiful too.” She bends over to kiss him deeply and whispers against his lips.
“Veronica, you are so amazing.” He rests his forehead to hers and speaks softly, caressing her cheek with his thumb. “You’re intelligent and beautiful and strong.” Logan wolf whistles lightly. “Damn, you are so incredibly hot and I have the pleasure to be married to you and raise our child with you and you, Sugarpuss, are so fuckin’ sexy that I can’t keep my hands off you.” Logan kisses Veronica solidly as his hand slides from her cheek to the back of her neck, pulling her naked form closer to his body. “I love you Veronica Echolls.”
“I love you too, Logan Echolls.” She pushes him onto his back with the force of their kiss and lies on top of his warm, toned body.
Logan pushes boxes and supplies out of their way with his arm as their mouths connect and their tongues wrestle.
Veronica’s legs fall to the outside of Logan’s limbs and she sits up, pressing her wet folds into his erection and she rotates her hips, grinding her groin into his body as his hands knead her breasts and the jar of cherries and the whipped cream roll toward their bodies.
“Mmm, it must be a sign.” She giggles as she shakes the whipped cream vigorously and writes ‘Ronnie’s’ on his chest and tosses the can off the bed and opens the cherries. She holds a cherry over Logan’s mouth and he bites it off it’s stem as he plays with her boobs.
“You’re fulfilling one of my fantasies, Sugarpuss.”
“What do you mean?” She questions.
He rolls her nipples in his fingers. “You’re wearing the jewelry I gave you after Will was born…” Logan wiggles his eyebrows at his wife. “…and nothing else.”
Veronica laughs, holding a cherry by it’s stem and drags it seductively up her stomach and in between her breasts as she locks eyes with her husband and holds the cherry over her head, extending her neck upward, displaying her necklace beautifully, dangling the fruit above her lips and sexily slurps it into her mouth.
Logan’s dick jumps at the sight of luscious tongue dancing around the fruit and her cock-sucking lips slowly eating the cherry and, as an added bonus, her tits jiggle nicely as she moves. “Are you trying to kill me, Darlin’?”
She giggles and pushes down on his erection slightly. “No, I’m just giving you a sneak peek.” Veronica smirks a devilish grin and offers her husband one more cherry.
He accepts and grinds his hard-on up against her folds as he eats the small, red fruit. “Oh, I’ve had the pleasure of being the recipient of your naughty mouth, Sweetie, remember?”
Veronica puts three cherries in the whipped cream on Logan’s chest and closes the jar. She searches for the chocolate syrup then squeezes dark, brown sauce on top of the cherries and whipped cream. “Yummy. A Logan sundae.” She throws the chocolate syrup to the side and bends to lick his chest, sliding her body down his form and lies with his throbbing erection at her stomach.
She manages to get chocolate syrup and whipped cream all over her upper body as she sucks and licks Logan’s strong chest and tight stomach clean and Logan is ready to lick it off of her firm tits.
Logan sits up and pulls Veronica up to straddle his erection with her legs on either side of his and her boobs at his eye level. Her whipped cream and chocolate covered breasts shake in his face and he almost bends Veronica in two when his mouth sucks her body clean.
“Where are the condoms?” He pants.
“Right here.” She hands her husband a foil square and moves to the side while Logan unrolls the latex on to his penis.
Once the condom is in place, Logan grabs Veronica by her hips and sets her opening near the tip of his erection. They lock eyes and she slowly slides down on to his shaft, pressing him all the way into her body. “Oh God.” She breathes and begins bobbing up and down.
His hands play with her nipples, twisting and rolling them in his fingertips as she arches her back and lifts her arms over her head, accentuating her breasts further.
“Oh fuck, Ronnie, you make me so fuckin’ hard.”
She moans and twists her hips slightly, forcing Logan’s dick to poke her in all the right spots.
Logan’s hand drops down between their bodies and he gently caresses her clitoris with his fingertips as Veronica massages her breasts and teases her nipples. They find a natural rhythm and perform it for many, long moments, letting their bodies respond to the sensual connection and repetitive movements.
Their breathing is short gasps and their skin is sweaty as they move together as one.
“You close, Babe?” Logan asks, thrusting up into his wife.
“Yeah, you?”
“As soon as you let go, I’ll go.”
“Ready?” She smirks and moves a bit faster, pulling on her nipples and her whole body tightens up and explodes.
Veronica’s internal throbbing pushes Logan into his own orgasm and he erupts into the condom and the Echolls ride out their climaxes together.
She slumps against Logan’s chest to catch her breath. “Wow. I saw stars on that one, Babe.” Veronica whispers, out of breath.
He laughs. “Me too, Bobcat.” Logan lies back on the bedspread with Veronica in his arms, relaxing and enjoying the afterglow.
“I have to get rid of this condom.” Logan sits up, removes the used rubber and drops it in the trashcan at the side of the bed. “Ronnie, I have to tell you, I loved not having to worry about birth control when you were pregnant. Condoms fuckin’ suck…” He holds his hand up in defense before Veronica can say anything. “…but I know I have super sperm so I have to use ‘em even if you’re on the pill.” He returns to his spot next to his wife and cuddles her body under his arm, kissing the top of her head.
“Well, if we have a couple of kids, you can get the big V and then we don’t have to worry about birth control.” Veronica says in a soft, sweet voice with her eyes closed.
Logan shutters at the implication of a vasectomy and pulls Veronica in tighter to his body. “Can I make it into my fuckin’ twenties before you send me to get my nuts lopped off?” He asks with a bite to his voice.
If Veronica’s eyes were open, she would’ve rolled them at Logan. “Sweetie, you’re being dramatic.”
“Uh.” Logan huffs and closes his eyes, resting in his wife’s arms.
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Veronica’s body jumps against Logan’s chest when Backup barks in the couple’s direction, standing next to the bed. “Hmm.” She wipes her eyes and blinks the sleep away.
“Backup, quiet.” Logan yells and the pitbull moans and lies down at the top of the steps.
“What time is it?” Veronica stretches her limbs and gives Logan a wonderful view of her bare body, dressed with only diamond and platinum jewelry.
Logan watches his wife’s body twist and extend and he swallows. “Sugarpuss, you’re body is almost back to it’s pre-pregnancy shape already.” He shifts to lie on his side and rests his hand on her flat stomach. “It’s been twenty-four days, Honey. You don’t even look like you had a baby.”
“I’m finally feeling like my ole self now.” She whispers and tucks her body close to Logan’s. “And I’m very hungry.”
He caresses her cheek with his thumb and walks his fingers to her ear, touching her diamond and platinum earring. “You have no idea how sexy it is for you to be in only jewelry, Bobcat.” Logan kisses her jaw and touches her earlobe with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh no. No, I’m hungry. Feed me than fuck me.” Veronica pushes Logan’s chest with her hand.
He flops back on the bed. “You’re no fun.”
“Do you want to take a shower?” Veronica chirps.
Logan turns his head to look at Veronica. “Yeah.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “You?”
She smiles innocently. “Yeah.”
“Why don’t we use the spermicide suppositories?” Logan suggests softly.
“I don’t like the sound of that.” Veronica wrinkles her nose.
“Where’s the box, read what the box says.”
Veronica looks around on the bed for the suppositories and laughs out loud.
“What’s so funny?” Logan asks.
She holds her leg up for Logan to see the box of suppositories stuck to her calf. “Found ‘em.”
“You were laying on the box and didn’t know it, Sweetie?” He laughs. “Are the condoms stuck to you butt too?”
“No, but the lube is under my back.” She rolls and digs the small bottle of lubricant out from under her body, looks at the item and tosses it to the foot of the bed.
Veronica peels the box of suppositories off her leg and reads the instructions.
“So you just shove this thing up inside and then we wait for like fifteen minutes before it can dissolve.” Veronica takes a suppository from the box and holds it in her index finger and thumb for Logan to see. “Have at it big boy.”
“Oh I get the honors? Wow, I’m touched.”
Veronica rolls her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Just hop to it or we’ll never get to eat.”
“Well, let’s call Tripoli and order for delivery in, like, forty-five minutes, okay?” Logan suggests as he slides his fingers into her canal and pushes the suppository deep into her vagina.
“Mmm.” She moves her hips up and down as a response to Logan’s lingering, playful fingers.
Logan rests his head on his raised palm and watches his wife move under his touch while his cock hardens each time Veronica moans.
He licks his lips and swallows as Veronica writhes with her eyes closed and her left arm extended over her head and her right hand massaging her breast. “Babe, you want to go in the shower or stay right here?” Logan whispers and touches her swollen clit with his thumb.
“Both.” She smiles, opening her eyes slightly.
“Aren’t you greedy.” He chuckles and puts pressure on her clitoris.
“Oh yeah.” She pulls on her left nipple as Logan bends to suck her right nub and bring her over the edge.
His mouth sucks her skin in deeply as his fingers curl inside her body. “Oh God. I’m gonna cum.” She says as she pushes her head back into the pillow and Logan bites her nub.
He quickens the pace of his fingers and she cums. “Oh. My. God! Oh God, Logan! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! GOD!”
Logan continues to suck her raised nipple as Veronica comes down from her orgasm.
“Oh my.”
“You okay?” Logan asks as he kisses her neck and removes his fingers from her core. “That was quick.”
She smiles and nods. “I really need a shower now. For real, Babe.”
“Let’s order before we shower. I’m getting hungry too.”
“I want lasagna and linguini with red clam sauce...” Veronica climbs out of bed. “...and don’t forget to order tiramisu too.”
“Jesus, Ronnie, are packing on the pounds for football season?” Logan scoffs as Backup dances next to the bed.
“Ha ha! No, I’m just working up quite an appetite, that’s all.” She says over her shoulder as she makes her way to the bathroom to shower.
“I’m gonna let Backup out and order the food. I’ll be in to join you in, like, ten minutes, okay?” Logan yells into the bathroom as he puts on a clean pair of boxer shorts.
“I’ll be waiting.” Veronica sings and Logan hurries downstairs.
Logan lets Backup out in the back yard and orders food from Tripoli to be delivered in one hour. He lets Backup in and he and the pitbull return to the master bedroom.
He kicks off his boxer shorts as he walks into the bedroom and continues into the expansive, steam-filled, marble bathroom.
Veronica is holding her head back in the stream of very hot water, rinsing her hair free of shampoo and conditioner when Logan steps around the wall of the walk-in shower. The sight of her lean figure with soapy water glistening off her curves makes his breath catch in his throat and his dick hard as a rock. “Oh, fuck.”
The sound of Logan’s voice breaks Veronica from her thoughts and she opens her eyes and smiles at her husband. “Hi, Handsome.”
“Hey, Beautiful.” He smirks. “You have a condom?”
“Nope, you wanna get one?”
“No, but I will.” He snarks and retrieves a rubber from a box, on the bed, and quickly returns to the shower.
This time, when Logan steps around the wall, Veronica’s back is to him and his eyes watch a river of water run down the small of her back and disappear in the crack of her ass. Mmm. Look at her perfect fuckin’ ass. Oh God, she is going to fuckin’ kill me. He exhales. But, what a way to go.
He breathes deep and walks toward the small blonde, enveloping her body in his arms and kissing her neck and shoulder as the water rains over his body. “How do you feel, Bobcat?” Logan peppers her skin with kisses.
“I’m okay, so far. That nap did me good. You?” She stretches her neck to encourage her husband’s assault.
“Me? I’m fine. Endurance is my middle name, remember? I didn’t just have a baby.” His hands grasp her boobs gently, palming her body and her nipples pop to attention. “You will tell me or stop me whenever you’re uncomfortable, right, Babe?”
“Uh huh.” She grinds her butt back into his erection. “And endurance was your code word not your middle name, Jackass.”
He ignores her comment. “You want to do it from behind, Sweetie?” He asks softly in her ear as she arches into his body.
“Mmm. Okay.” She coos as she presses her ass into his erection and feels his hard-on rub her body and she moans.
“Oh fuck, Babe, if you keep moaning like that I’m not even going to be able to get inside you fast enough before I cum.” He rests his hands on her hips and closes his eyes for a moment before slipping the condom on and thrusting into Veronica.
She is bent over, arching her back and pushing her butt in the air, supporting her upper body with one arm on her knee and looking over her shoulder when Logan thrusts into her hole. She gasps from his quick actions and holds her breath for a split second before adjusting her body to accommodate his large penis buried profoundly in her core. “Oh God.” She exhales slowly.
Logan pulls out and slams deep into her canal, hitting her cervix. “Oh God.” She gyrates her hips as Logan bangs into her, hitting her cervix with force. “Umpf.” She grunts.
“Sorry, I got carried away.” He breathes and pushes in again, more gently.
Veronica rests her hands on the cold marble tile and arches into Logan’s body as he bends and grabs her breasts, kneading them roughly.
She elevates her hands up the wall and stretches her upper body, adding to the pleasure created by Logan’s hands.
He rolls her nipples in his fingertips and she almost cums. “Again.” She moans and he squeezes the raised pink flesh.
“I’m close.” She moans and he twists her nipples and repeatedly pounds into her core, hitting her cervix every fuckin’ time and she’s ready to explode.
“Again.” She grunts and he pulls her aroused nubs as her hand slides between her legs and rubs her over-sensitive clit with her fingertips.
Her interior muscles constrict around Logan’s penis as every nerve in Veronica’s body bursts with energy, concentrated at her center.
Logan pushes into his wife three more times and he cums, filling the tip of the condom as his muscles tense and shake with pressure and his brain clouds from his release. He slumps onto Veronica’s back, breathing heavy. “Oh, fuck, Veronica. Oh, fuck.”
Veronica presses her hands against the cool wall and breathes deep, coming down from her climax and tries to stabilize her wobbly knees with Logan’s added weight on her body.
“Babe, I can’t hold you up.” Veronica whines and shifts her body out from under Logan’s torso, pressing her skin against the chilled tile wall and his limp dick pops from her canal.
He leans against the cool marble wall adjacent to this wife. “Sorry, Bobcat.” Logan turns and slides his back down the wall of the shower and sits on the tile floor with his knees up, resting his head on his extended arms. “Holy hell, Ronnie.” Logan exhales.
She laughs as she turns and slips down the wall, joining Logan on the floor of the shower with her legs stretched out flat in front of her. “Do I need to do CPR and restart you heart?” She smiles and closes her eyes, listening to the water fall around her with her head tipped back against the wall.
“Yeah, Bobcat. You did it to me this time.” He whistles for emphasis and tenderly pats her thigh without lifting his head from his arm.
Logan turns his head slightly and looks at Veronica’s profile. “You okay, Babe? I got a little carried away. I’m sorry. I should’ve been more considerate, your body still isn’t one-hundred percent yet.”
She rolls her head against the wall and smiles at Logan. “It’s okay, it felt good, but you need to be gentle from now on. I don’t want to rip open any incisions.”
He removes the condom from his tired penis and throws it on the tile near the shower entrance.
Logan shifts his weight toward Veronica and kisses her lips softly. “I love you, Veronica. You have no idea what you do to me, Sugarpuss.”
She places her hand on the back of his neck and pulls him into a slow, passionate kiss and touches her forehead to his, looking into Logan’s dark brown eyes. “I love you more than you’ll ever know, Babe.” She lengthens her lips with a dramatic pucker and gives Logan a chaste kiss. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk tomorrow.”
“I know. I don’t think I can move my legs.” He laughs and pushes her wet hair behind her ear. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up and dressed before dinner gets here.” He quickly kisses her lips and scrambles to a stand, offering Veronica his hand for assistance.
She takes his hand and he easily lifts her to her feet. He kisses her forehead and turns on a second overhead spigot. “I’ll get the food and bring it up to bed, okay?” He flashes his movie-star smile at Veronica as he swiftly washes and rinses his body.
Veronica stands under her own shower faucet and cleans her body. “I am so hungry. I could eat a truckload of linguini.”
“That’s good because I ordered a truckload of linguini and I expect you to eat it.” He laughs.
“Why did you order from Tripoli and not Luigi’s?” She questions from under the spray of water.
He gasps dramatically. “Babe, we went there the week of the ultrasound. Now that Will is born, I figured we would celebrate with Tripoli.” He dips his face into the hot water. “I was being symbolic, Dear.”
“Oh.” She grins.
He turns his shower spray off. “You want anything else while I’m downstairs?”
“Nope.” She turns her back to Logan and lets the hot water hit her face.
“I’ll be back with the food.” Logan playfully swats her bare butt as he leaves the shower and towels off tossing the used condom in the garbage. He throws on a pair of cargo shorts and his new D.A.D. shirt and goes downstairs to feed Backup and wait for Tripoli to deliver their dinner.
Veronica enjoys the feeling of the scalding hot water on her skin and lingers in the shower for a few extra minutes before turning off the water and drying off. She wraps a towel around her body and twists a towel around her hair then walks into the bedroom, searching for her new lingerie.
She finds the two open boxes on the far side of the bed, on the floor. Hmm, off-white or light blue? She picks both chemises off the floor and compares the lingerie hanging from her hands. See-through and sexy or super-soft and expensive? She looks from one small piece of silk to the other and back again. Blue, it will bring out my eyes.
Veronica drops the off-white chemise into the open box on the floor and slips the light blue and black number on over her damp, bare skin. Oh my God, this is so soft. He probably spent a fortune on this just to rip it off of me right away. She pats down non-existent wrinkles and aims the remote at the iPod dock, turning on a random shuffle of songs. There, that will be good while we eat. Logan can put on Barry White later if he feels the need for some luv makin’ music. She laughs as she clears the bedspread free of Logan’s purchases and makes herself comfortable under the covers, paging through the tabloids.
Logan bounds up the steps with two large bags of Tripoli’s Italian food in his hands and Backup on his heels.
“Mmm. That smells good.” Veronica states as she throws the tabloid onto the bedside table. “Did you know aliens landed on Sunset Blvd?”
“Oh really.” Logan empties the bags and places the metal take-out containers on the bed.
“Yeah, the Scientologists are all up in arms.” She stands and retrieves two television trays from under the bed. “Apparently the aliens took their leader.”
“Nice.” He hands his wife a salad and a container of lasagna. “Anyone we know in the rag mags?”
“No, surprisingly slow week for tabloid fodder.” She climbs on to the bed and gets comfortable at the small folding tray on her side of the bed.
Logan takes a corkscrew out of his pocket and opens the wine he brought to their room earlier, pouring the cabernet into the wine glasses and hands one glass to Veronica.
“Thank you.” She smiles and smells the wine. “Mmm. I haven’t had a glass of wine in about ten months, Honey.”
He sets the wine bottle on the bedside table and settles behind the small folding table on his side of the bed. “Nice outfit.” Logan eyes his wife’s silk-covered chest and offers his glass in her direction.
“Thanks. Nice shirt.” She glances at his D.A.D. shirt and taps his glass with hers. “Cheers, Babe. I love you.”
“I love you too. Cheers.” They both sip their wine and dig into their dinners.
The Echolls eat their dinners in comfortable silence, except for the music quietly filling their room when Logan notices how quickly Veronica has polished off her plate of lasagna and is currently plowing through her order of linguini. He watches with amazement as his wife methodically shovels Italian food into her mouth. Does she even chew?
She lifts her head from her dinner and grabs her wine glass when she realizes Logan is watching her eat. She blushes slightly and smiles.
“Snookums, did you even taste your food?” He grins.
Veronica sips her wine and sets the glass on the tray. “Yes, I did taste it and it was fuckin’ awesome.”
“I have a little bit of news.” Logan says shyly, eating a forkful of his dinner.
She raises an eyebrow in question and sips her wine. “Do tell.”
“Well…” He swallows and begins his explanation. “…you know how my mom’s publicist sent us flowers when you were in the hospital?”
She nods affirmative.
“On the card, she said to call her.” His eyes climb to Veronica’s as she pauses in her position, waiting for the bomb to drop.
“Yeah.”
“I called her this morning, as soon as she got in her office.” Logan takes a bite of his salad. “She says hi, by the way.” He mumbles with a mouth full of greens.
She nods and pulls a piece of garlic bread apart, tossing a hunk of bread into her mouth, listening carefully.
“It seems that a hot young, new director was asking around if I was looking for work.” Logan says as he watches Veronica’s facial expressions, gauging her reaction. “Apparently, this guy worked as a director’s assistant on a few of my mom’s films and wanted to know if I wanted to get my foot in the door.”
“Acting?” She furrows her brow with confusion. “You’re not an actor…”
Logan continues. “That’s what I said. Sandra said there’s word around Hollywood that I’m writing.” He laughs incredulously. “Nothin’ gets by the vultures in Hollywood.”
“Did you write something that was overly spectacular? Something that would grab a higher-ups attention?” Veronica asks softly.
Logan eats a couple of mouthfuls of his salad, thinking through his class work. “No. Not that I remember.”
“Do you think a professor submitted your stuff to someone in the biz without your consent?”
Logan shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know. Maybe. There aren’t too many Echolls out there. I’m sure when the name Echolls is brought up in Hollywood circles, people pay attention.”
Veronica’s tone changes from inquiring to supportive. “Is this something that you want to pursue?”
“Writing, yes, but I’m certainly not going to be in front of the camera.”
“But you have movie-star looks and a killer smile.” Veronica mocks.
Logan chuckles at her comment. “You’re not so bad yourself, Sugarpuss.”
She blows him a kiss. “Are you going to contact this director?”
“I think I should call him and see what he has to offer. No harm in listening, right?” Logan weighs his options.
“Can you trust Sandra? Does she know her stuff?” Veronica asks tenderly, taking hold of his hand.
Logan nods yes. “My mom trusted her completely.”
“Don’t you need to have an agent or a representative when you work in Hollywood?” Veronica asks innocently, not understanding the workings of the entertainment industry.
“Yeah, Sandra sent me an email with a few low-key, non-Hollywood-type reps from her office that would like to work with me. I need to send her a few pieces of my writing first, before I do anything.”
“Well, Babe, this is a great opportunity for you and I think you need to embrace it but proceed with caution. You know, as well as anyone, what Hollywood can do to a person.” Veronica speaks softly, caressing the back of Logan’s hand with her thumb.
Logan turns to face Veronica and takes both of her hands in his, staring into her eyes. “Ronnie, I’m not going to let anyone talk me into anything without discussing it with you first. We don’t need the money, we’re both in school and we have a family to worry about now. I’m not going to jump into anything…” He dips his head slightly, intensifying his stare. “…and I mean anything, without considering what effect it will have on our family first. Okay?”
She smiles and nods, leaning in for a small kiss, careful not to disrupt her raised tray. “Okay.”
Logan kisses Veronica with a slow, soft kiss as his hand caresses her cheek lightly and her fingers tickle the hair on the back of his neck.
She pulls her lips away from his mouth slightly. “We have tiramisu to eat, Honey.”
“Then, we can have dessert?” He wiggles his eyebrows and smiles warmly at his tiny wife.
Veronica blushes. “Aren’t you tired yet?”
He grins mischievously. “Bobcat, we’re only getting started.”
“Well, in that case, I need to finish my food so I have energy to fuck your brains out.” She chuckles.
“Amen to that.” Logan says and they finish their dinners.
Here is the lingerie that Veronica wore for Logan, setting the stage for their first time after the baby was born.
© 2008 Lise Charmel Feminissime Collection
Here are the gifts Logan gave Veronica during their night together.
© 2008 Carine Gilson
© 2008 Lise Charmel Trendy Sublime Collection
Continue to Part 57b
Author: christykq
Rating: M for language and a whole lot of sex
Characters/Pairings: LoVe
Word Count: 11,287 this Part and 230,553 total
Spoilers: Begins with 3.05 and goes through S3.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in the VM universe, it all belongs to the master RT. I also do not earn a profit from any one of the many brand names named in my story and no copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: Character’s thoughts are italic.
Part 57: The Last Part
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[After Season Three]
[24 days postpartum]
“Hi Honey, I’m home.” Logan bellows from the kitchen, quickly throwing three tubs of ice cream into the freezer and grabbing two wine glasses from the cabinet.
“I’m up here.” She responds from the bedroom and takes a deep breath, carefully adjusting her outfit to accentuate her best qualities.
Logan bounds up the steps with two white, plastic shopping bags, two wine glasses and a bottle of wine in his hands with a smile on his face and a rock-hard erection in his pants.
He sprints to the master bedroom and stops at the door. Tons of lit candles cover every flat surface in the room, Shelby Lynn is belting out a ballad from the iPod dock on the dresser and Veronica is lying in the middle of their king-sized bed in a black lace demi bra embroidered with pink flowers with a matching pair of barely-there panties and high heels and Logan just about cums in his jeans. He smiles, drops the bags from his hands, places the wine and wine glasses on the dresser and slowly walks to the edge of the bed. “Snookums, is Will with your dad?”
“Yes.” She coos.
Logan swallows and wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans then crawls seductively up the bed, kissing Veronica’s bare flesh as he hovers over her body. His fingertips follow the trail left by his lips, tenderly touching her almost-flat stomach and perky breasts, her firm, inviting neck and plump lips, across her jawline and finally landing on her earlobe. “Nice jewelry.” He exhales against her ear.
Veronica swallows loudly and wiggles under his touch.
“Sugarpuss…” He whispers against her neck. “…I don’t know how long I can last this first time. Can we please… um… ah, just get right to it before I fuckin’ explode all over myself?”
Veronica giggles. “Okay, but be gentle.”
“Gentle, got it.” His mouth devours hers in a heated, passionate kiss as his right hand tangles through her hair. “Hold on one second.” He whispers against her lips and hops up from his spot, grabbing the shopping bags near the door. He rushes back to the bed and dumps the contents of the bags onto the bed coverings.
Four boxes of condoms, a jar of maraschino cherries, a large bottle of KY lubricant, a box of spermicide suppositories, chocolate sauce, two tabloids, a bottle of massaging oil, a cigarette lighter, a tube of spermicide cream, a can of whipped cream, a pack of gum and tub of baby wipes spill onto the bed.
Veronica laughs. “Sweetie, all you need are some fireworks and a paperclip and you could build a rocket ship.”
“Hush, we’re being prepared.” He says as he pushes the contents around searching for the spermicide cream, frantically. “A-ha!” He grabs the cream, rips a condom out of the box and loosens his jeans.
Logan catapults himself onto the bed, bouncing perfectly into place next to his wife. He stares deep into her eyes and touches her cheek lightly. “Bobcat, I want you to stop me if you’re uncomfortable or if anything hurts, okay?”
She smiles and nods.
He pushes her hair back from her cheek and rests his hand on the side of her face. “I love you.”
Veronica smiles, places her hand over his and leans toward her husband with a quick kiss. “I love you, too.” She kisses him more deeply and Logan rolls her onto her back.
His hand slides down her body and his fingers skate over the strings of her black lace thong and down her thigh at the same time her fingers push his jeans and boxers over his hips.
He rolls onto his side and squirts spermicide on his index and middle fingers as Veronica takes the condom from his hand, tearing it from it’s package and unrolls the rubber unto Logan’s penis, making him gasp from her touch. “Oh fuck.”
He inserts his fingers into her surprisingly tight canal, slathering the spermicide deep in her core, making Veronica moan from his ministrations. Her head dips back against the mattress and her eyes flutter closed as her legs relax and fall open.
Logan kisses her neck, sucking the skin lightly as he adjusts his position over her body and maneuvers his hard-on to her opening.
Her fingers guide his cock to her vagina and she slides the thin strap of her thong to the side as he slowly pushes into her body.
“Uhhhhhh.” She exhales softly as Logan slowly buries his entire erection into her canal and pauses, searching her face for discomfort.
“You okay?” He whispers quietly.
She smiles and opens her eyes. “Welcome home, Honey.”
He laughs. “It’s good to be home.” Logan pushes in further. “I’m gonna start to go faster, okay?”
“Uh huh.”
“Be ready ‘cause it’s only going to take, like, a second and I’m gonna cum.”
“Pull out…” Veronica bites her lower lip. “…when you cum… please.”
Logan bends and pecks her lips. “Okay. Ready?”
She pulls his head down and covers his mouth, shoving her tongue over his lips as Logan pulls out slowly then quickly speeds up his rhythm, in and out, in and out.
“Ahhhhhhhh.” He abruptly yanks his cock from her body after four thrusts and strains to hold his body above her. His eyes clench shut and his muscles twitch under his skin, his nerves explode and semen gushes into the tip of the condom.
Logan unlocks his elbows and unceremoniously falls onto Veronica as he tries to catch his breath and slow his heart rate. “Jesus.” He mutters against her chest.
Her hands caress his back and neck softly as her diamond bracelet tickles his skin and he comes down from his concentrated orgasm.
“Sorry, about that.” Logan mutters and listens to Veronica’s heart as his eyes refocus and he has a perfect, close-up view of Veronica’s bra and accentuated cleavage. “Mmm. I like this outfit.” He slips his index finger under the embroidered flowers to peek under the lace. “Can I request this for a future appearance?”
“Isn’t it cute? I’m not going to tell you how much I paid for these little pieces of lace.”
He dips his fingers into his wife’s demi bra and pops her breast out of the top of the cup, shifting his body over her form and sucks her delicate skin deep into his mouth. “Worth every fuckin’ cent.” His left hand trails down her thigh, lifting her knee as he plants hot, open-mouth kisses down her exposed stomach.
Veronica’s leg tucks close to his hip and curls around Logan’s thigh, grazing the tip of her three-inch heel down his leg gently.
His fingers continue to her ankle. “Heels are a nice touch.” He whispers against her stomach, right above the flimsy material of her thong.
“I thought you might like those.” She coos as her hands twist in his hair.
“Oh, I like.” Logan mumbles, kissing the length of her leg, extending it in his hand as he stands. He looks deep into Veronica’s eyes. “I’ll be right back. I have to get rid of this condom.”
“You’re wearing too many clothes.” The tiny blond smiles as she places her heeled foot on the bed and Logan runs to the bathroom.
“I can take care of that problem.” Logan says as he returns and sets the trashcan next to the bed, locking eyes with Veronica.
She giggles when he does his best impression of a stripper, wiggling his ass and dramatically removing his clothing, throwing his boxers at her head.
He lifts her foot off the bed, kissing her ankle as his eyes roll down her elevated limb and settles on the triangle of lace attempting to cover Veronica’s strip of pubic hair and he licks his lips. “Mmm.”
He tips her shoe off her foot and it tumbles to the floor as Logan tickles the bottom of Veronica’s foot, making her giggle and wiggle under his touch. He sets her foot on the bed and moves to the other foot, removing her shoe and tossing it over his shoulder.
He lightly runs his fingers up and down her calf, feeling the heat of her skin. “God, Ronnie, you are so sexy.” He licks her raised leg, caressing her skin with his hands and gently pulls her tiny figure to the edge of the bed.
He turns his attention from her leg to her almost-nonexistent thong panties, grazing his fingertips over the lace as Veronica thrusts her hips into his hand and moans. His fingers slip under the strings of the thong and he slides it off her body, holding the teeny piece of lace and two strings up in the air for further examination then tosses it over his shoulder. “We won’t be needing that little thing anymore.” Logan smiles.
Logan sifts through the contents on the bed with one hand as his other hand begins rubbing circles against his wife’s clitoris. He places the spermicide cream, the KY lube, a condom and the can of whipped cream in between Veronica’s legs then kneels at the end of the bed, between her limbs.
Logan looks down on her extended body and locks eyes with the love of his life.
She smiles and he smirks mischievously with a naughty gleam in his eye then shakes the can of whipped cream vigorously.
Her eyes widen. “What are you going to do?”
Logan winks and sprays a ruffle of whipped cream in the shape of a heart around the small stripe of trimmed pubic hair.
Veronica giggles as Logan glances seductively at her face, through his eyelashes, and consumes the whipped topping, licking the cream off her skin and scoops it into his mouth with his tongue. Swallowing the white fluff, he lecherously licks his lips clean and begins to lap at her folds.
She moans and thrusts her pelvis toward his ministrations. “Oooooh. That feels good.”
His tongue plunges into her core and circles the inner walls.
Veronica grabs at his head and pushes it in toward her canal. “Oh God. Don’t stop, Logan. Don’t fuckin’ stop.” She moans, pushing her head back into the mattress and tangles her fingers in his hair.
He sucks and licks her opening, nudging her clit with his nose. He can smell her arousal and his dick hardens and jumps at the sound of Veronica’s moan.
Logan backs away from her folds and rapidly rolls a condom onto his engorged penis and slops additional lubricant on the outside of the latex.
“Ahhh.” Veronica whines. “Hey… don’t stop.”
Logan laughs. “Babe, I only have two hands.”
“You were the one bragging about making a townie moan without using your hands, in high school, Dear.”
He spreads spermicide on his index and middle fingers again and inserts them into her core, pushing the cream deep.
“Oh, yeah. Oh, fuck!” She exhales and pushes into his hand as her fingers pinch and twist her nipples and knead her breasts.
Veronica’s very expensive bra’s elastic pushes against her mounds and forces her tits to stand upright, in an almost painful position. Surprisingly, the extreme support makes her nipples more sensitive and jolts of energy shoot through her body. “Oh God.”
Logan swiftly stands and removes his fingers, replacing them with his hard cock as he raises her hips off the bed. He pauses at her opening, watching her play with her breasts and he pushes into her core, hitting her cervix. “Oh God.”
“You okay?”
“Oh yeah!” Veronica cries with passion as Logan pulls out and pushes in, hitting her cervix again.
His movements speed up and regulate as Veronica continues to play, pulling and twisting, massaging and pinching her breasts and nipples, intensifying the pleasure Logan is giving her.
“Oh my God!” She screams as Logan can feel her inner muscles tighten around his erection and he quickens his pace.
Veronica continues her assault on her breasts as Logan slams into her tight canal and she explodes. “OH! GOD! LOGAN! Oh My God! Logan!” She screams as the waves of ecstasy roll through her body.
Logan pushes in two more times, burying his cock and he cums, jerking his penis from her body. “Oh fuck! Holy fuck! Ohhhh! My! Goooooood!” He grunts as every muscle and nerve tightens and squeezes white, man milk into the condom.
He falls onto the bed next to Veronica and pants, throwing his arm over his eyes. “Christ, Bobcat, that was fuckin’ intense.”
Veronica smiles and cuddles into his side.
“Oh, wait, Sugarpuss, let me get rid of this thing.” He peels off the used condom and tosses it in the nearby trashcan then settles down on the mattress next to his wife, pulling her close to his sweaty body.
Their bodies cool off and their breathing slows to a normal level as they enjoy lying in each other’s arms for a few moments, listening to Shelby Lynn sing her heart out.
“Ronnie, are you okay about your mom?” Logan says so softly Veronica almost doesn’t hear him, as his fingers tickle her back and upper arm gently. “I know she hasn’t been in your life for a few years, but it’s still your mom.”
Veronica traces her fingertips on Logan’s chest lightly as she speaks. “I don’t know what I feel right now.” She pauses. “My mom died, alone in a rent-by-the-hour motel in the desert and I’m supposed to mourn? She betrayed me when I needed her most, when I had nothing in my life except for my father and she left.” Veronica takes a deep breath and continues as Logan’s fingers caress her bare skin and he listens to his wife vent. “Then she comes back into our lives and she steals a check from my father and leaves again. How can I feel anything for that women except disdain?”
“It’s hard to put it into perspective right now, Honey, but I think you need to grieve. It’s not healthy to bottle all that hurt up inside.” Logan kisses the top of her head. “I’m here for you to lean on if you need anything.”
Veronica looks up into Logan’s eyes from her place in the nook of his arm. “I know. Thank you.” She says softly and leaves a chaste kiss on his lips and settles close to his body again.
The Echolls lay in each other’s arms for a few minutes, deep in thought. Logan feels Veronica’s eyelashes flutter against his chest. “Babe, I have a present for you.” Logan whispers as he looks at the love of his life in his arms. He notices her bra still pressing on her breasts and he releases the back bra clasp, nimbly with one hand.
Veronica wiggles out of the demi bra and throws it to the floor. “What kind of present?”
Logan kisses the top of her head and stretches his arm under the bed. The distance is too great and he has to roll on to his stomach, releasing Veronica from his arms as he digs under the king-sized bed.
He slowly pulls two white, shirt boxes out from under the bed then reaches under a second time, retrieving a smaller square box. He awkwardly pulls the boxes to the mattress surface, using back and stomach muscles usually reserved for surfing and hands the small tower of boxes to the tiny blonde.
Veronica grins and her demeanor brightens. “I love presents.” She turns on her side and sits, placing the gifts in between their lounging bodies, opening the smallest box slowly. “No card?”
“Nope, no explanation needed.” Logan says as he gets himself comfortable and leans his head on his palm, ready to watch the gift opening.
“Why does that scare me?” Veronica flips the top of the first, nondescript box open and pushes the tissue paper aside. Her face grows into an enormous smile as she pulls a stuffed teddy bear out of the box. He has a t-shirt on and it reads ‘I wuv you beary much.’
“Was this won with your superior ring tossing ability?” She smirks and pecks Logan on the lips.
“Ah, no.” He laughs. “I couldn’t get that lucky, Babe. I had the shirt made for the bear I saw at the store. He’s cute, isn’t he?”
She kisses his lips again with more dedication. “Uh huh, he’s cute, but you’re cuter. Thank you. I love it and I wuv you too.”
He chuckles and watches Veronica open the second gift.
She pulls the ribbon bow open and lifts the lid of the box, revealing pink flowery tissue paper that smells like perfume. She lifts an eyebrow in question and moves the smelly tissue aside, pulling out a beautiful light blue, silk and black lace babydoll chemise.
“Oh my, this is absolutely beautiful, Honey.” She holds up the gift by the delicate silk straps. “Wow. This is so nice, I don’t think I should wear it in bed, Babe.”
“Oh no, you’re wearing it and I can…” He gestures with two fingers, carefully lifting the material. “…peek under here and fuck you senseless.”
Veronica quirks an eyebrow and chuckles. “Is that so?” She laughs and stuffs the chemise in the box, progressing on to the next gift.
Quickly, she opens the box and pushes the flowery, scented tissue paper to the side and lifts an off-white silk chemise out of the box.
This silky chemise has a sheer bodice and delicate lace cut-outs down the front, which will tease Logan with a glimpse of bare skin.
“Babe, this is beautiful too.” She bends over to kiss him deeply and whispers against his lips.
“Veronica, you are so amazing.” He rests his forehead to hers and speaks softly, caressing her cheek with his thumb. “You’re intelligent and beautiful and strong.” Logan wolf whistles lightly. “Damn, you are so incredibly hot and I have the pleasure to be married to you and raise our child with you and you, Sugarpuss, are so fuckin’ sexy that I can’t keep my hands off you.” Logan kisses Veronica solidly as his hand slides from her cheek to the back of her neck, pulling her naked form closer to his body. “I love you Veronica Echolls.”
“I love you too, Logan Echolls.” She pushes him onto his back with the force of their kiss and lies on top of his warm, toned body.
Logan pushes boxes and supplies out of their way with his arm as their mouths connect and their tongues wrestle.
Veronica’s legs fall to the outside of Logan’s limbs and she sits up, pressing her wet folds into his erection and she rotates her hips, grinding her groin into his body as his hands knead her breasts and the jar of cherries and the whipped cream roll toward their bodies.
“Mmm, it must be a sign.” She giggles as she shakes the whipped cream vigorously and writes ‘Ronnie’s’ on his chest and tosses the can off the bed and opens the cherries. She holds a cherry over Logan’s mouth and he bites it off it’s stem as he plays with her boobs.
“You’re fulfilling one of my fantasies, Sugarpuss.”
“What do you mean?” She questions.
He rolls her nipples in his fingers. “You’re wearing the jewelry I gave you after Will was born…” Logan wiggles his eyebrows at his wife. “…and nothing else.”
Veronica laughs, holding a cherry by it’s stem and drags it seductively up her stomach and in between her breasts as she locks eyes with her husband and holds the cherry over her head, extending her neck upward, displaying her necklace beautifully, dangling the fruit above her lips and sexily slurps it into her mouth.
Logan’s dick jumps at the sight of luscious tongue dancing around the fruit and her cock-sucking lips slowly eating the cherry and, as an added bonus, her tits jiggle nicely as she moves. “Are you trying to kill me, Darlin’?”
She giggles and pushes down on his erection slightly. “No, I’m just giving you a sneak peek.” Veronica smirks a devilish grin and offers her husband one more cherry.
He accepts and grinds his hard-on up against her folds as he eats the small, red fruit. “Oh, I’ve had the pleasure of being the recipient of your naughty mouth, Sweetie, remember?”
Veronica puts three cherries in the whipped cream on Logan’s chest and closes the jar. She searches for the chocolate syrup then squeezes dark, brown sauce on top of the cherries and whipped cream. “Yummy. A Logan sundae.” She throws the chocolate syrup to the side and bends to lick his chest, sliding her body down his form and lies with his throbbing erection at her stomach.
She manages to get chocolate syrup and whipped cream all over her upper body as she sucks and licks Logan’s strong chest and tight stomach clean and Logan is ready to lick it off of her firm tits.
Logan sits up and pulls Veronica up to straddle his erection with her legs on either side of his and her boobs at his eye level. Her whipped cream and chocolate covered breasts shake in his face and he almost bends Veronica in two when his mouth sucks her body clean.
“Where are the condoms?” He pants.
“Right here.” She hands her husband a foil square and moves to the side while Logan unrolls the latex on to his penis.
Once the condom is in place, Logan grabs Veronica by her hips and sets her opening near the tip of his erection. They lock eyes and she slowly slides down on to his shaft, pressing him all the way into her body. “Oh God.” She breathes and begins bobbing up and down.
His hands play with her nipples, twisting and rolling them in his fingertips as she arches her back and lifts her arms over her head, accentuating her breasts further.
“Oh fuck, Ronnie, you make me so fuckin’ hard.”
She moans and twists her hips slightly, forcing Logan’s dick to poke her in all the right spots.
Logan’s hand drops down between their bodies and he gently caresses her clitoris with his fingertips as Veronica massages her breasts and teases her nipples. They find a natural rhythm and perform it for many, long moments, letting their bodies respond to the sensual connection and repetitive movements.
Their breathing is short gasps and their skin is sweaty as they move together as one.
“You close, Babe?” Logan asks, thrusting up into his wife.
“Yeah, you?”
“As soon as you let go, I’ll go.”
“Ready?” She smirks and moves a bit faster, pulling on her nipples and her whole body tightens up and explodes.
Veronica’s internal throbbing pushes Logan into his own orgasm and he erupts into the condom and the Echolls ride out their climaxes together.
She slumps against Logan’s chest to catch her breath. “Wow. I saw stars on that one, Babe.” Veronica whispers, out of breath.
He laughs. “Me too, Bobcat.” Logan lies back on the bedspread with Veronica in his arms, relaxing and enjoying the afterglow.
“I have to get rid of this condom.” Logan sits up, removes the used rubber and drops it in the trashcan at the side of the bed. “Ronnie, I have to tell you, I loved not having to worry about birth control when you were pregnant. Condoms fuckin’ suck…” He holds his hand up in defense before Veronica can say anything. “…but I know I have super sperm so I have to use ‘em even if you’re on the pill.” He returns to his spot next to his wife and cuddles her body under his arm, kissing the top of her head.
“Well, if we have a couple of kids, you can get the big V and then we don’t have to worry about birth control.” Veronica says in a soft, sweet voice with her eyes closed.
Logan shutters at the implication of a vasectomy and pulls Veronica in tighter to his body. “Can I make it into my fuckin’ twenties before you send me to get my nuts lopped off?” He asks with a bite to his voice.
If Veronica’s eyes were open, she would’ve rolled them at Logan. “Sweetie, you’re being dramatic.”
“Uh.” Logan huffs and closes his eyes, resting in his wife’s arms.
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Veronica’s body jumps against Logan’s chest when Backup barks in the couple’s direction, standing next to the bed. “Hmm.” She wipes her eyes and blinks the sleep away.
“Backup, quiet.” Logan yells and the pitbull moans and lies down at the top of the steps.
“What time is it?” Veronica stretches her limbs and gives Logan a wonderful view of her bare body, dressed with only diamond and platinum jewelry.
Logan watches his wife’s body twist and extend and he swallows. “Sugarpuss, you’re body is almost back to it’s pre-pregnancy shape already.” He shifts to lie on his side and rests his hand on her flat stomach. “It’s been twenty-four days, Honey. You don’t even look like you had a baby.”
“I’m finally feeling like my ole self now.” She whispers and tucks her body close to Logan’s. “And I’m very hungry.”
He caresses her cheek with his thumb and walks his fingers to her ear, touching her diamond and platinum earring. “You have no idea how sexy it is for you to be in only jewelry, Bobcat.” Logan kisses her jaw and touches her earlobe with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh no. No, I’m hungry. Feed me than fuck me.” Veronica pushes Logan’s chest with her hand.
He flops back on the bed. “You’re no fun.”
“Do you want to take a shower?” Veronica chirps.
Logan turns his head to look at Veronica. “Yeah.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “You?”
She smiles innocently. “Yeah.”
“Why don’t we use the spermicide suppositories?” Logan suggests softly.
“I don’t like the sound of that.” Veronica wrinkles her nose.
“Where’s the box, read what the box says.”
Veronica looks around on the bed for the suppositories and laughs out loud.
“What’s so funny?” Logan asks.
She holds her leg up for Logan to see the box of suppositories stuck to her calf. “Found ‘em.”
“You were laying on the box and didn’t know it, Sweetie?” He laughs. “Are the condoms stuck to you butt too?”
“No, but the lube is under my back.” She rolls and digs the small bottle of lubricant out from under her body, looks at the item and tosses it to the foot of the bed.
Veronica peels the box of suppositories off her leg and reads the instructions.
“So you just shove this thing up inside and then we wait for like fifteen minutes before it can dissolve.” Veronica takes a suppository from the box and holds it in her index finger and thumb for Logan to see. “Have at it big boy.”
“Oh I get the honors? Wow, I’m touched.”
Veronica rolls her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Just hop to it or we’ll never get to eat.”
“Well, let’s call Tripoli and order for delivery in, like, forty-five minutes, okay?” Logan suggests as he slides his fingers into her canal and pushes the suppository deep into her vagina.
“Mmm.” She moves her hips up and down as a response to Logan’s lingering, playful fingers.
Logan rests his head on his raised palm and watches his wife move under his touch while his cock hardens each time Veronica moans.
He licks his lips and swallows as Veronica writhes with her eyes closed and her left arm extended over her head and her right hand massaging her breast. “Babe, you want to go in the shower or stay right here?” Logan whispers and touches her swollen clit with his thumb.
“Both.” She smiles, opening her eyes slightly.
“Aren’t you greedy.” He chuckles and puts pressure on her clitoris.
“Oh yeah.” She pulls on her left nipple as Logan bends to suck her right nub and bring her over the edge.
His mouth sucks her skin in deeply as his fingers curl inside her body. “Oh God. I’m gonna cum.” She says as she pushes her head back into the pillow and Logan bites her nub.
He quickens the pace of his fingers and she cums. “Oh. My. God! Oh God, Logan! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! GOD!”
Logan continues to suck her raised nipple as Veronica comes down from her orgasm.
“Oh my.”
“You okay?” Logan asks as he kisses her neck and removes his fingers from her core. “That was quick.”
She smiles and nods. “I really need a shower now. For real, Babe.”
“Let’s order before we shower. I’m getting hungry too.”
“I want lasagna and linguini with red clam sauce...” Veronica climbs out of bed. “...and don’t forget to order tiramisu too.”
“Jesus, Ronnie, are packing on the pounds for football season?” Logan scoffs as Backup dances next to the bed.
“Ha ha! No, I’m just working up quite an appetite, that’s all.” She says over her shoulder as she makes her way to the bathroom to shower.
“I’m gonna let Backup out and order the food. I’ll be in to join you in, like, ten minutes, okay?” Logan yells into the bathroom as he puts on a clean pair of boxer shorts.
“I’ll be waiting.” Veronica sings and Logan hurries downstairs.
Logan lets Backup out in the back yard and orders food from Tripoli to be delivered in one hour. He lets Backup in and he and the pitbull return to the master bedroom.
He kicks off his boxer shorts as he walks into the bedroom and continues into the expansive, steam-filled, marble bathroom.
Veronica is holding her head back in the stream of very hot water, rinsing her hair free of shampoo and conditioner when Logan steps around the wall of the walk-in shower. The sight of her lean figure with soapy water glistening off her curves makes his breath catch in his throat and his dick hard as a rock. “Oh, fuck.”
The sound of Logan’s voice breaks Veronica from her thoughts and she opens her eyes and smiles at her husband. “Hi, Handsome.”
“Hey, Beautiful.” He smirks. “You have a condom?”
“Nope, you wanna get one?”
“No, but I will.” He snarks and retrieves a rubber from a box, on the bed, and quickly returns to the shower.
This time, when Logan steps around the wall, Veronica’s back is to him and his eyes watch a river of water run down the small of her back and disappear in the crack of her ass. Mmm. Look at her perfect fuckin’ ass. Oh God, she is going to fuckin’ kill me. He exhales. But, what a way to go.
He breathes deep and walks toward the small blonde, enveloping her body in his arms and kissing her neck and shoulder as the water rains over his body. “How do you feel, Bobcat?” Logan peppers her skin with kisses.
“I’m okay, so far. That nap did me good. You?” She stretches her neck to encourage her husband’s assault.
“Me? I’m fine. Endurance is my middle name, remember? I didn’t just have a baby.” His hands grasp her boobs gently, palming her body and her nipples pop to attention. “You will tell me or stop me whenever you’re uncomfortable, right, Babe?”
“Uh huh.” She grinds her butt back into his erection. “And endurance was your code word not your middle name, Jackass.”
He ignores her comment. “You want to do it from behind, Sweetie?” He asks softly in her ear as she arches into his body.
“Mmm. Okay.” She coos as she presses her ass into his erection and feels his hard-on rub her body and she moans.
“Oh fuck, Babe, if you keep moaning like that I’m not even going to be able to get inside you fast enough before I cum.” He rests his hands on her hips and closes his eyes for a moment before slipping the condom on and thrusting into Veronica.
She is bent over, arching her back and pushing her butt in the air, supporting her upper body with one arm on her knee and looking over her shoulder when Logan thrusts into her hole. She gasps from his quick actions and holds her breath for a split second before adjusting her body to accommodate his large penis buried profoundly in her core. “Oh God.” She exhales slowly.
Logan pulls out and slams deep into her canal, hitting her cervix. “Oh God.” She gyrates her hips as Logan bangs into her, hitting her cervix with force. “Umpf.” She grunts.
“Sorry, I got carried away.” He breathes and pushes in again, more gently.
Veronica rests her hands on the cold marble tile and arches into Logan’s body as he bends and grabs her breasts, kneading them roughly.
She elevates her hands up the wall and stretches her upper body, adding to the pleasure created by Logan’s hands.
He rolls her nipples in his fingertips and she almost cums. “Again.” She moans and he squeezes the raised pink flesh.
“I’m close.” She moans and he twists her nipples and repeatedly pounds into her core, hitting her cervix every fuckin’ time and she’s ready to explode.
“Again.” She grunts and he pulls her aroused nubs as her hand slides between her legs and rubs her over-sensitive clit with her fingertips.
Her interior muscles constrict around Logan’s penis as every nerve in Veronica’s body bursts with energy, concentrated at her center.
Logan pushes into his wife three more times and he cums, filling the tip of the condom as his muscles tense and shake with pressure and his brain clouds from his release. He slumps onto Veronica’s back, breathing heavy. “Oh, fuck, Veronica. Oh, fuck.”
Veronica presses her hands against the cool wall and breathes deep, coming down from her climax and tries to stabilize her wobbly knees with Logan’s added weight on her body.
“Babe, I can’t hold you up.” Veronica whines and shifts her body out from under Logan’s torso, pressing her skin against the chilled tile wall and his limp dick pops from her canal.
He leans against the cool marble wall adjacent to this wife. “Sorry, Bobcat.” Logan turns and slides his back down the wall of the shower and sits on the tile floor with his knees up, resting his head on his extended arms. “Holy hell, Ronnie.” Logan exhales.
She laughs as she turns and slips down the wall, joining Logan on the floor of the shower with her legs stretched out flat in front of her. “Do I need to do CPR and restart you heart?” She smiles and closes her eyes, listening to the water fall around her with her head tipped back against the wall.
“Yeah, Bobcat. You did it to me this time.” He whistles for emphasis and tenderly pats her thigh without lifting his head from his arm.
Logan turns his head slightly and looks at Veronica’s profile. “You okay, Babe? I got a little carried away. I’m sorry. I should’ve been more considerate, your body still isn’t one-hundred percent yet.”
She rolls her head against the wall and smiles at Logan. “It’s okay, it felt good, but you need to be gentle from now on. I don’t want to rip open any incisions.”
He removes the condom from his tired penis and throws it on the tile near the shower entrance.
Logan shifts his weight toward Veronica and kisses her lips softly. “I love you, Veronica. You have no idea what you do to me, Sugarpuss.”
She places her hand on the back of his neck and pulls him into a slow, passionate kiss and touches her forehead to his, looking into Logan’s dark brown eyes. “I love you more than you’ll ever know, Babe.” She lengthens her lips with a dramatic pucker and gives Logan a chaste kiss. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk tomorrow.”
“I know. I don’t think I can move my legs.” He laughs and pushes her wet hair behind her ear. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up and dressed before dinner gets here.” He quickly kisses her lips and scrambles to a stand, offering Veronica his hand for assistance.
She takes his hand and he easily lifts her to her feet. He kisses her forehead and turns on a second overhead spigot. “I’ll get the food and bring it up to bed, okay?” He flashes his movie-star smile at Veronica as he swiftly washes and rinses his body.
Veronica stands under her own shower faucet and cleans her body. “I am so hungry. I could eat a truckload of linguini.”
“That’s good because I ordered a truckload of linguini and I expect you to eat it.” He laughs.
“Why did you order from Tripoli and not Luigi’s?” She questions from under the spray of water.
He gasps dramatically. “Babe, we went there the week of the ultrasound. Now that Will is born, I figured we would celebrate with Tripoli.” He dips his face into the hot water. “I was being symbolic, Dear.”
“Oh.” She grins.
He turns his shower spray off. “You want anything else while I’m downstairs?”
“Nope.” She turns her back to Logan and lets the hot water hit her face.
“I’ll be back with the food.” Logan playfully swats her bare butt as he leaves the shower and towels off tossing the used condom in the garbage. He throws on a pair of cargo shorts and his new D.A.D. shirt and goes downstairs to feed Backup and wait for Tripoli to deliver their dinner.
Veronica enjoys the feeling of the scalding hot water on her skin and lingers in the shower for a few extra minutes before turning off the water and drying off. She wraps a towel around her body and twists a towel around her hair then walks into the bedroom, searching for her new lingerie.
She finds the two open boxes on the far side of the bed, on the floor. Hmm, off-white or light blue? She picks both chemises off the floor and compares the lingerie hanging from her hands. See-through and sexy or super-soft and expensive? She looks from one small piece of silk to the other and back again. Blue, it will bring out my eyes.
Veronica drops the off-white chemise into the open box on the floor and slips the light blue and black number on over her damp, bare skin. Oh my God, this is so soft. He probably spent a fortune on this just to rip it off of me right away. She pats down non-existent wrinkles and aims the remote at the iPod dock, turning on a random shuffle of songs. There, that will be good while we eat. Logan can put on Barry White later if he feels the need for some luv makin’ music. She laughs as she clears the bedspread free of Logan’s purchases and makes herself comfortable under the covers, paging through the tabloids.
Logan bounds up the steps with two large bags of Tripoli’s Italian food in his hands and Backup on his heels.
“Mmm. That smells good.” Veronica states as she throws the tabloid onto the bedside table. “Did you know aliens landed on Sunset Blvd?”
“Oh really.” Logan empties the bags and places the metal take-out containers on the bed.
“Yeah, the Scientologists are all up in arms.” She stands and retrieves two television trays from under the bed. “Apparently the aliens took their leader.”
“Nice.” He hands his wife a salad and a container of lasagna. “Anyone we know in the rag mags?”
“No, surprisingly slow week for tabloid fodder.” She climbs on to the bed and gets comfortable at the small folding tray on her side of the bed.
Logan takes a corkscrew out of his pocket and opens the wine he brought to their room earlier, pouring the cabernet into the wine glasses and hands one glass to Veronica.
“Thank you.” She smiles and smells the wine. “Mmm. I haven’t had a glass of wine in about ten months, Honey.”
He sets the wine bottle on the bedside table and settles behind the small folding table on his side of the bed. “Nice outfit.” Logan eyes his wife’s silk-covered chest and offers his glass in her direction.
“Thanks. Nice shirt.” She glances at his D.A.D. shirt and taps his glass with hers. “Cheers, Babe. I love you.”
“I love you too. Cheers.” They both sip their wine and dig into their dinners.
The Echolls eat their dinners in comfortable silence, except for the music quietly filling their room when Logan notices how quickly Veronica has polished off her plate of lasagna and is currently plowing through her order of linguini. He watches with amazement as his wife methodically shovels Italian food into her mouth. Does she even chew?
She lifts her head from her dinner and grabs her wine glass when she realizes Logan is watching her eat. She blushes slightly and smiles.
“Snookums, did you even taste your food?” He grins.
Veronica sips her wine and sets the glass on the tray. “Yes, I did taste it and it was fuckin’ awesome.”
“I have a little bit of news.” Logan says shyly, eating a forkful of his dinner.
She raises an eyebrow in question and sips her wine. “Do tell.”
“Well…” He swallows and begins his explanation. “…you know how my mom’s publicist sent us flowers when you were in the hospital?”
She nods affirmative.
“On the card, she said to call her.” His eyes climb to Veronica’s as she pauses in her position, waiting for the bomb to drop.
“Yeah.”
“I called her this morning, as soon as she got in her office.” Logan takes a bite of his salad. “She says hi, by the way.” He mumbles with a mouth full of greens.
She nods and pulls a piece of garlic bread apart, tossing a hunk of bread into her mouth, listening carefully.
“It seems that a hot young, new director was asking around if I was looking for work.” Logan says as he watches Veronica’s facial expressions, gauging her reaction. “Apparently, this guy worked as a director’s assistant on a few of my mom’s films and wanted to know if I wanted to get my foot in the door.”
“Acting?” She furrows her brow with confusion. “You’re not an actor…”
Logan continues. “That’s what I said. Sandra said there’s word around Hollywood that I’m writing.” He laughs incredulously. “Nothin’ gets by the vultures in Hollywood.”
“Did you write something that was overly spectacular? Something that would grab a higher-ups attention?” Veronica asks softly.
Logan eats a couple of mouthfuls of his salad, thinking through his class work. “No. Not that I remember.”
“Do you think a professor submitted your stuff to someone in the biz without your consent?”
Logan shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know. Maybe. There aren’t too many Echolls out there. I’m sure when the name Echolls is brought up in Hollywood circles, people pay attention.”
Veronica’s tone changes from inquiring to supportive. “Is this something that you want to pursue?”
“Writing, yes, but I’m certainly not going to be in front of the camera.”
“But you have movie-star looks and a killer smile.” Veronica mocks.
Logan chuckles at her comment. “You’re not so bad yourself, Sugarpuss.”
She blows him a kiss. “Are you going to contact this director?”
“I think I should call him and see what he has to offer. No harm in listening, right?” Logan weighs his options.
“Can you trust Sandra? Does she know her stuff?” Veronica asks tenderly, taking hold of his hand.
Logan nods yes. “My mom trusted her completely.”
“Don’t you need to have an agent or a representative when you work in Hollywood?” Veronica asks innocently, not understanding the workings of the entertainment industry.
“Yeah, Sandra sent me an email with a few low-key, non-Hollywood-type reps from her office that would like to work with me. I need to send her a few pieces of my writing first, before I do anything.”
“Well, Babe, this is a great opportunity for you and I think you need to embrace it but proceed with caution. You know, as well as anyone, what Hollywood can do to a person.” Veronica speaks softly, caressing the back of Logan’s hand with her thumb.
Logan turns to face Veronica and takes both of her hands in his, staring into her eyes. “Ronnie, I’m not going to let anyone talk me into anything without discussing it with you first. We don’t need the money, we’re both in school and we have a family to worry about now. I’m not going to jump into anything…” He dips his head slightly, intensifying his stare. “…and I mean anything, without considering what effect it will have on our family first. Okay?”
She smiles and nods, leaning in for a small kiss, careful not to disrupt her raised tray. “Okay.”
Logan kisses Veronica with a slow, soft kiss as his hand caresses her cheek lightly and her fingers tickle the hair on the back of his neck.
She pulls her lips away from his mouth slightly. “We have tiramisu to eat, Honey.”
“Then, we can have dessert?” He wiggles his eyebrows and smiles warmly at his tiny wife.
Veronica blushes. “Aren’t you tired yet?”
He grins mischievously. “Bobcat, we’re only getting started.”
“Well, in that case, I need to finish my food so I have energy to fuck your brains out.” She chuckles.
“Amen to that.” Logan says and they finish their dinners.
Here is the lingerie that Veronica wore for Logan, setting the stage for their first time after the baby was born.
© 2008 Lise Charmel Feminissime Collection
Here are the gifts Logan gave Veronica during their night together.
© 2008 Carine Gilson
© 2008 Lise Charmel Trendy Sublime Collection
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