Teachings of LoVe conclusion
Present…
“Here you go Logan.” Michaela, the English department’s secretary hands Logan a sheet of paper. “This week’s faculty memo from the Dean.”
Logan casually turns in his chair, greeting the older woman with a smile and takes the paper from her hand.
Michaela gasps and twists the paper stretching between her hand and Logan’s, staring at the shiny, new gold band on his left ring finger. Her eyes wander from the ring up to his eyes before she speaks. “You got married.” She utters quietly.
“Uh huh.” Logan smiles shyly and retracts his hand and memo from Michaela’s grip.
“When did this happen?” She asks softly. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?”
“Dave knew. He and his family were there.” He shrugs innocently. “We kept it very small.”
Two days earlier from present…
“You may kiss the bride.” The minister says calmly as a huge, mischievous smirk grows on Logan’s face and he leans toward his new wife.
A light breeze blows wisps of Veronica’s hair out of her face as she grins and bites her lower lip with anticipation when Logan places his hand on her cheek and stares deep into her eyes.
“I love you, Mrs. Echolls.” He whispers and touches her lips with his mouth softly before he pulls her body into his chest tightly, devouring her mouth at the same time Veronica wraps her arms around his neck.
After a few moments, the minister clears his throat and the bride and groom separate with wide smiles.
Logan takes Veronica’s hand in his and kisses her forehead lightly as they turn toward the twenty or so wedding guests.
After Keith threatened Logan’s manly bits with dismemberment and forbid the couple from eloping, Veronica and Logan decided on a quiet wedding on a secluded beach on the Caribbean island of St. Lucia, flying in only their closest friends and family for an extended weekend.
A small arch of palms serving as the altar and a center aisle coated with rose petals between linen-covered folding chairs was the setting as the waves crashed about twenty feet away. A light breeze graced the beach as the morning sun warmed Veronica’s exposed shoulders.
She chose a white, flowing Vera Wang dress and sandals while Logan went with an untucked, short-sleeve linen, button-down shirt, gray slacks and dark leather sandals. Wallace and Dick stood as man-of-honor and best man, wearing matching tan cargo pants, white polo shirts and flip-flops.
“It’s my pleasure to announce, for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Logan Echolls.” The minister proclaims loudly.
The newlyweds step away from the palm altar and are practically tackled to the sand by Keith. “I can’t believe you did it, Honey. You’re an old married lady now.” He chuckles and kisses Veronica’s cheek. He turns to Logan and looks his new son-in-law in the eye. “Take care of my daughter, Son…” A big cheesy smile grows on his face as he shakes Logan’s hand with all the force he can muster. “…or I’ll break your legs.”
“Dad.” Veronica whines, slapping Keith’s arm.
Logan nods his head and returns the strong handshake. “I would deserve nothing less.”
Keith smiles as Alicia pulls Logan into a big bear hug and laughs. “Congratulations, Kids. We’ll see you at the bar.” She pats Logan’s back and kisses Veronica’s cheek one time before turning to trek up the beach to the reception with Keith by her side.
Mac hugs Veronica, whispering in her ear. “You said we would be old spinsters together, spending our lonely man-less nights knitting. Who’s going to take care of all the cats now that you’re hitched?”
“Oh, Mac-attack, I see a studly, surfer boy in your future to erase all those lonely nights with your cats.” Veronica jests, gazing up at the sky dreamily.
“Dude, enough yappin’, let’s go. There’s open bar.” Dick shouts as he drags Mac toward the reception by the arm followed by Wallace.
Professor Monahan slaps Logan on his shoulder and shakes his hand. “Welcome to the club, Dude.”
Logan shakes Dave’s hand enthusiastically. “Thanks Man. Thanks a lot.”
Dave’s wife, Mary Ann, shoves her husband out of the way and steps toward Logan, kissing his cheek. “I am so happy for you. Veronica is a good woman. Treat her well.” She says as she wipes her lipstick off of his face and steps back, allowing her twin daughters to approach then turns and congratulates Veronica.
Logan opens his arms wide and tucks both Jessica and Jennifer Monahan in his arms at once, squishing them into each other.
“Ouch. Logan, you big dork.” Jennifer squirms in his arms.
“You know you love it.” He tickles their sides as they wiggle out of his arms.
Jessica pushes on Logan’s chest and scans the wedding guests quickly. “Is that Connor Larkin over there?” She asks in a whisper, nodding her head toward the Hollywood actor chatting with Trina Echolls.
“Jess is really upset you’re married.” Jennifer laughs directing a big grin toward her sister as Jessica breaks her stare away from Connor.
“Yeah, Jenn wanted you all to herself and now she has to share you with your wife.” Jessica jokes, poking her tongue at her sister.
“Don’t worry, Girls, there’s enough Logan to go around.” Logan boasts as he snuggles Veronica into his body and kisses the top of her head.
Veronica eyes Connor adoringly. “Isn’t he pretty?” She coos. “…and the last I heard he’s single.”
Jessica beams, glancing at Connor again.
“Don’t get any ideas about Connor. He’s not good enough for you.” Logan warns with a huff.
Jessica shakes her head in mock frustration. “Damn, there goes my plan for a torrid affair.”
“Hey! Hey!” Dave interrupts his daughters’ conversation and glares in Connor’s direction. “Spare your old man a heart attack, please. I never want to hear words like ‘torrid affair’ come from my beautiful, but very young, daughters’ lips…” He ushers his daughters away from the handsome groom, scowling over his shoulder playfully. “…EVER!”
Mary Ann Monahan kisses Veronica and Logan’s cheeks quickly then turns and joins her family on the path leading to the restaurant holding the reception.
Most of the other wedding guests greeted and congratulated the newlyweds before a professional photographer gathered the bride and groom for a few standard wedding poses in the sand and near the ocean.
Once the posed photographs were taken, Logan and Veronica retreated to a four-star ocean side restaurant close by and joined their friends and family in an elegant reception, complete with a string quartet and a five-course midday meal.
Present…
Logan stands at his desk, sorting through paperwork and students’ papers, whistling quietly to himself as he shoves folders in his messenger bag.
“God, Logan, can you tone it down a bit? You were the first one in this morning, you brought doughnuts in and now you’re whistling and…” Suzanne eyes Logan’s happy appearance with a raised eyebrow. “…dare I say, bouncing in your spot. What’s with you on this fine Monday morning?” She drones using his words from earlier.
Logan flashes his friend and co-worker a gorgeous Hollywood smile, throwing his messenger bag over his shoulder and escorts her toward the elevator. “It’s a great day.”
Suzanne rolls her eyes. “Uh huh. Whatever. Something is with you this morning and I can’t figure out what’s different.” She shrugs. “You probably got laid.”
Logan’s grin brightens and resumes whistling as he and Suzanne wait for the elevator.
Two days earlier from present…
“Ugh.” Veronica moans as Logan pushes her up against the hotel room door, kissing her passionately while his fingers tangle in her hair and her legs wrap around his hips.
“I have been waiting to do this to you all damn day, Wifey.” Logan mutters against her neck as he nips and sucks her sun-soaked skin.
She unfastens the last button of Logan’s shirt and pushes the material off of his shoulders, releasing the linen fabric as it flutters to the floor.
Her hands dance over his tan chest as Logan’s fingers creep under her wedding dress and up her thigh as his mouth nibbles her collarbone.
Veronica moans when Logan pushes her white lace panties to the side and inserts two fingers into her heated core.
“Oh God.” She purrs while fumbling with his conservative leather belt, shifting her hips to gain friction as his thumb brushes over her clitoris.
After a few moments, Veronica finally releases Logan’s erection from his pants and silk boxers and strokes him roughly.
“Jesus, Babe, this is going to be quick if you keep doing that.” Logan pants as Veronica guides his hard-on to her hole.
“Then lets make it count.” She smiles against his neck and he pushes into her center.
“Oh fuck, Veronica.” Logan sets a quick pace, banging his wife’s hips into the hotel room door with each thrust.
Veronica pulls Logan’s hair lightly, plastering a frantic kiss to his lips while mirroring each of his movements with a gyration of her own. “Harder, please faster.”
Logan responds, pounding into Veronica and pushing her closer to her release until her interior walls constrict around his dick.
“Oh God! Oh my God! Fuck, Logan! Yes! Yes! Oh God, Logan! Yes!” She screams in ecstasy.
The sound of Veronica’s cries and the feeling of her orgasm pulsating through her sends him over the edge as his climax roars through his entire body.
“Fuck yeah!” He breathes heavily and rests his head on Veronica’s shoulder for a few moments as his heart rate slows to an almost normal level.
“And they say the sex stops after marriage.” Veronica chuckles, tickling the back of Logan’s neck with her fingertips. “Not in this marriage, Babe. We’re too good at this shit.”
Logan kisses her lips softly, pulling out of Veronica as he slowly lowers her to her feet. “Babe, we’ve been married for like five hours.”
Veronica runs her hands down Logan’s bare, muscular chest and smirks up at him. “Five of the longest hours of my life.”
Logan laughs and sweeps Veronica up in his arms bridal style, throwing her tiny form on the fluffy king-sized four-poster bed.
She giggles as her body bounces on the mattress when her husband jumps on the soft bed right next to her.
“Our flight leaves in twenty-two hours, let’s make the most of our honeymoon.” Logan moans in a soft, sultry voice as he rolls on top of his wife, quickly getting down to business.
Five hours earlier from present…
“Jesus. That was fucking awesome.” Logan pants, rolling onto his back and pulling Veronica’s naked, sweaty body to his chest.
“I have to get some sleep now, Hubby. We haven’t stopped since we left the reception and I’m exhausted. I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow, let alone work on my case.” Veronica moans, shutting her eyes.
Logan laughs. “You have to admit the time on the airplane was pretty fantastic, Babe. And I think you mean later today…” He glances at the alarm clock next to their bed. “…in like five hours, Wifey?”
She moans in response and cuddles into his body, throwing the comforter over their heads.
Three hours earlier from present…
Veronica pours coffee into two travel mugs and yawns loudly, rubbing her bloodshot eyes.
“Tired, Mrs. Echolls?” Logan smirks and kisses her hair.
“Yes, my husband can’t keep his hands off of me since we said ‘I do’ and I need a few more hours of sleep.” Veronica yawns and sips her coffee, eyeing Logan over her cup. “How can you be so bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this early on a Monday morning?”
Logan wraps his arms around Veronica’s waist and pulls her close, locking eyes with his new wife. “Because I’m married to the most amazing woman in the world and we just spent the last two days having mind-blowing sex. What’s not to be happy about?”
Veronica rises up on her toes and kisses his lips thoroughly in response.
“I love you, Mr. Echolls.” She purrs and pecks his lips with a kiss.
“I love you too, Mrs. Echolls.” Logan brushes the hair off of her forehead and kisses the cleared area gently before grabbing his coffee and messenger bag, heading for the door. “I’m going to see how long it takes for people in my office to notice my ring and our wedding photo.”
Veronica raises her eyebrows curiously. “Oh, which picture are you going to put at your desk?”
“The one of us walking hand-in-hand at the water’s edge with the wind blowing your hair back.” Logan says from across the room.
“Your shirt is blowing open from the wind too, showing you cute hairy belly.” Veronica smiles at the thought and sips her coffee. “I like that picture a lot.”
“Me too.” Logan turns the doorknob and opens the front door, looking back at his wife. “I gotta run. I’m buying doughnuts for the office this morning, my own little celebration. I love you.”
“Bye. I love you too.” She shouts as he closes the door.
One hour earlier from present…
Logan is standing at podium on the raised area, in the front of the lecture hall, whistling to himself and absent-mindedly tapping his wedding band on the edge of the pedestal, watching his students file into random seats in the room.
The first two sorority girls, from the front row, settle into their seats. A blonde with long, flowing curls, large surgically enhanced breasts and a very tight, low-cut shirt looks up at Logan with a big smile.
He’s scanning the room, not paying attention to her or her friend when the blonde’s eyes fall to Logan’s tapping fingers.
She gasps and refocuses her eyes, confirming what she sees, before she leans over to her friend. “Mandy.” She shoves her well-endowed sorority sister’s arm with her elbow. “Mandy, look at his hand.”
“Huh?”
The blonde nudges her friend’s arm again and points to Logan with her chin. “Look at his hand. He’s tapping a fucking wedding ring on the damn podium thing. Logan, our fucking hot eye candy T.A. with the best ass at Georgetown, is fucking married.”
Mandy’s jaw drops as she watches Logan’s ring tap, tap, tap against the wood structure. "Do you know how many weeks I've been getting up at the ass crack of dawn to come to this damn class?... and he's married?"
A few more students come in the various doorways and sit in their seats as Logan’s cell phone vibrates in his pocket.
“Shit.” Who the hell is calling me during my class? He pulls his phone out of his pants and quickly checks the caller ID as he turns his back to his class and answers his cell in a panicked whisper. “Hi, Babe, what’s up? I’m about to start my class. Is everything alright?”
“Hi husband.” Veronica purrs into the phone. “I know you’re starting your class but I just wanted to say I love you and I miss you and I can’t wait until you get home so we can continue our celebration from this weekend.”
Logan laughs lightly as his panic subsides and he hears Veronica’s sexy voice. He strolls to the main door of the classroom slowly and switches the phone into his left hand, shielding his face from the on-looking students and showcasing his shiny new wedding band in the process, while he talks quietly into his phone. “Well, Wifey, I can’t wait to get home and celebrate.”
A few sorority girls hurry through the door as Logan approaches the entrance and shuts the door, signaling the beginning of class.
“What time are you done today?” Veronica says in a sultry voice.
Three more sorority girls join the others in the front row, sliding into their seats. “Look at his hand.” Mandy and her blonde friend whisper to the others. “He’s fucking married.”
“I’ll be home right after my four o’clock and I’ll bring dinner home.” Logan says softly, ignoring his full lecture hall of students, standing near the closed door to the room.
“Luigi’s?”
“Of course.”
“I’ll be dessert.” She purrs.
“I’m counting on that.” He laughs lightly.
“I love you.”
“I love you too. I have to go now. I have class.” Logan looks over the edge of his phone at his waiting class.
“Okay. Bye.”
“Bye.” He snaps his phone shut and walks to the raised pedestal to begin class while the line of slutty sorority girls with low-cut shirts and very short skirts watch with disappointment draped over each of their faces.
Present…
Logan stands at the closed elevator waiting patiently when Suzanne joins him at the door.
She eyes Logan, moving her head toward him slightly.
Logan notices Suzanne’s attention and matches her miniscule movement in her direction with a raised eyebrow.
She looks forward, holding back a smile and speaks softly. “Funny thing I just overheard in the hallway.”
Logan reaches forward and pushes the elevator down button repeatedly with his left hand. “Oh yeah. What’s that?”
Suzanne leans into Logan and presses her shoulder to his, continuing to look forward. “That you’re wearing a wedding band today and my sources say you weren’t wearing one on Thursday. Taking into account, you were out on Friday, I’m thinkin’ you got married this weekend and didn’t tell anyone.”
Ding. The elevator doors open.
Logan escorts Suzanne into the empty, waiting elevator without denying or confirming her spectulations. They both step into the small area silently and turn facing the door, watching the metal doors slide together.
As soon as the doors mash closed, Suzanne energetically turns to her co-worker and pleads. “Alright, Lester, no one can hear. Spill it. Are you or aren’t you married? And did you or did you not just say ‘I do’ this weekend? Like forty-eight hours ago? ‘Cause if that’s the case, then what the hell are you doing here at work on a Monday morning when you could be on some beach with your new wife?”
Logan chuckles and decides to put his friend out of her misery and explain. “Yes Suzanne, I am married.” He holds up his hand to show off his new sparkly band of gold, flipping his finger in the air to emphasize his point. “Yes, we did just get married on Saturday, like forty-eight hours ago, but it wasn’t a good time to go on a honeymoon right away so I’m here, at work, on a Monday morning, after spending every minute of the weekend with my new wife, but we weren’t on a beach.” He smirks and wiggles his eyebrows seductively at his friend.
Suzanne squeals and throws her arms around Logan’s neck in a quick hug. “I knew it! I knew you were keeping something from me this morning. Why didn’t you say anything? You never even talk about a girlfriend or fiancé or anything.”
He shrugs. “My wife is a federal agent. I have to be careful about what I say.”
“Wow. A fed, huh?” Suzanne shakes her head. “I bet she’s pretty.”
Logan’s smile fills his face, beaming as he responds. “She’s fucking beautiful and she’s a freakin’ badass action-figure agent that can pick-off a moving target like a God damn sniper.”
Suzanne smiles and shifts her weight from side to side in her spot next to Logan as the elevator doors open to the next floor down.
No one is waiting to enter the elevator so Logan pushes the close door button just as Dr. Monahan slips through the shutting metal doors.
“Whew.” Dave huffs out of breath. “It’s too early on a Monday morning to run for an elevator.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have had that second doughnut.” Logan teases with a bright smile.
“You’re the asshole that brought them in.” Dave jokes then glances over his shoulder at his overjoyed friend and newly married man with an all-knowing smirk. “Good weekend?”
Logan’s grin widens as he hops on his toes slightly. “Fuckin’ fantastic!”
The End.
“Here you go Logan.” Michaela, the English department’s secretary hands Logan a sheet of paper. “This week’s faculty memo from the Dean.”
Logan casually turns in his chair, greeting the older woman with a smile and takes the paper from her hand.
Michaela gasps and twists the paper stretching between her hand and Logan’s, staring at the shiny, new gold band on his left ring finger. Her eyes wander from the ring up to his eyes before she speaks. “You got married.” She utters quietly.
“Uh huh.” Logan smiles shyly and retracts his hand and memo from Michaela’s grip.
“When did this happen?” She asks softly. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?”
“Dave knew. He and his family were there.” He shrugs innocently. “We kept it very small.”
Two days earlier from present…
“You may kiss the bride.” The minister says calmly as a huge, mischievous smirk grows on Logan’s face and he leans toward his new wife.
A light breeze blows wisps of Veronica’s hair out of her face as she grins and bites her lower lip with anticipation when Logan places his hand on her cheek and stares deep into her eyes.
“I love you, Mrs. Echolls.” He whispers and touches her lips with his mouth softly before he pulls her body into his chest tightly, devouring her mouth at the same time Veronica wraps her arms around his neck.
After a few moments, the minister clears his throat and the bride and groom separate with wide smiles.
Logan takes Veronica’s hand in his and kisses her forehead lightly as they turn toward the twenty or so wedding guests.
After Keith threatened Logan’s manly bits with dismemberment and forbid the couple from eloping, Veronica and Logan decided on a quiet wedding on a secluded beach on the Caribbean island of St. Lucia, flying in only their closest friends and family for an extended weekend.
A small arch of palms serving as the altar and a center aisle coated with rose petals between linen-covered folding chairs was the setting as the waves crashed about twenty feet away. A light breeze graced the beach as the morning sun warmed Veronica’s exposed shoulders.
She chose a white, flowing Vera Wang dress and sandals while Logan went with an untucked, short-sleeve linen, button-down shirt, gray slacks and dark leather sandals. Wallace and Dick stood as man-of-honor and best man, wearing matching tan cargo pants, white polo shirts and flip-flops.
“It’s my pleasure to announce, for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Logan Echolls.” The minister proclaims loudly.
The newlyweds step away from the palm altar and are practically tackled to the sand by Keith. “I can’t believe you did it, Honey. You’re an old married lady now.” He chuckles and kisses Veronica’s cheek. He turns to Logan and looks his new son-in-law in the eye. “Take care of my daughter, Son…” A big cheesy smile grows on his face as he shakes Logan’s hand with all the force he can muster. “…or I’ll break your legs.”
“Dad.” Veronica whines, slapping Keith’s arm.
Logan nods his head and returns the strong handshake. “I would deserve nothing less.”
Keith smiles as Alicia pulls Logan into a big bear hug and laughs. “Congratulations, Kids. We’ll see you at the bar.” She pats Logan’s back and kisses Veronica’s cheek one time before turning to trek up the beach to the reception with Keith by her side.
Mac hugs Veronica, whispering in her ear. “You said we would be old spinsters together, spending our lonely man-less nights knitting. Who’s going to take care of all the cats now that you’re hitched?”
“Oh, Mac-attack, I see a studly, surfer boy in your future to erase all those lonely nights with your cats.” Veronica jests, gazing up at the sky dreamily.
“Dude, enough yappin’, let’s go. There’s open bar.” Dick shouts as he drags Mac toward the reception by the arm followed by Wallace.
Professor Monahan slaps Logan on his shoulder and shakes his hand. “Welcome to the club, Dude.”
Logan shakes Dave’s hand enthusiastically. “Thanks Man. Thanks a lot.”
Dave’s wife, Mary Ann, shoves her husband out of the way and steps toward Logan, kissing his cheek. “I am so happy for you. Veronica is a good woman. Treat her well.” She says as she wipes her lipstick off of his face and steps back, allowing her twin daughters to approach then turns and congratulates Veronica.
Logan opens his arms wide and tucks both Jessica and Jennifer Monahan in his arms at once, squishing them into each other.
“Ouch. Logan, you big dork.” Jennifer squirms in his arms.
“You know you love it.” He tickles their sides as they wiggle out of his arms.
Jessica pushes on Logan’s chest and scans the wedding guests quickly. “Is that Connor Larkin over there?” She asks in a whisper, nodding her head toward the Hollywood actor chatting with Trina Echolls.
“Jess is really upset you’re married.” Jennifer laughs directing a big grin toward her sister as Jessica breaks her stare away from Connor.
“Yeah, Jenn wanted you all to herself and now she has to share you with your wife.” Jessica jokes, poking her tongue at her sister.
“Don’t worry, Girls, there’s enough Logan to go around.” Logan boasts as he snuggles Veronica into his body and kisses the top of her head.
Veronica eyes Connor adoringly. “Isn’t he pretty?” She coos. “…and the last I heard he’s single.”
Jessica beams, glancing at Connor again.
“Don’t get any ideas about Connor. He’s not good enough for you.” Logan warns with a huff.
Jessica shakes her head in mock frustration. “Damn, there goes my plan for a torrid affair.”
“Hey! Hey!” Dave interrupts his daughters’ conversation and glares in Connor’s direction. “Spare your old man a heart attack, please. I never want to hear words like ‘torrid affair’ come from my beautiful, but very young, daughters’ lips…” He ushers his daughters away from the handsome groom, scowling over his shoulder playfully. “…EVER!”
Mary Ann Monahan kisses Veronica and Logan’s cheeks quickly then turns and joins her family on the path leading to the restaurant holding the reception.
Most of the other wedding guests greeted and congratulated the newlyweds before a professional photographer gathered the bride and groom for a few standard wedding poses in the sand and near the ocean.
Once the posed photographs were taken, Logan and Veronica retreated to a four-star ocean side restaurant close by and joined their friends and family in an elegant reception, complete with a string quartet and a five-course midday meal.
Present…
Logan stands at his desk, sorting through paperwork and students’ papers, whistling quietly to himself as he shoves folders in his messenger bag.
“God, Logan, can you tone it down a bit? You were the first one in this morning, you brought doughnuts in and now you’re whistling and…” Suzanne eyes Logan’s happy appearance with a raised eyebrow. “…dare I say, bouncing in your spot. What’s with you on this fine Monday morning?” She drones using his words from earlier.
Logan flashes his friend and co-worker a gorgeous Hollywood smile, throwing his messenger bag over his shoulder and escorts her toward the elevator. “It’s a great day.”
Suzanne rolls her eyes. “Uh huh. Whatever. Something is with you this morning and I can’t figure out what’s different.” She shrugs. “You probably got laid.”
Logan’s grin brightens and resumes whistling as he and Suzanne wait for the elevator.
Two days earlier from present…
“Ugh.” Veronica moans as Logan pushes her up against the hotel room door, kissing her passionately while his fingers tangle in her hair and her legs wrap around his hips.
“I have been waiting to do this to you all damn day, Wifey.” Logan mutters against her neck as he nips and sucks her sun-soaked skin.
She unfastens the last button of Logan’s shirt and pushes the material off of his shoulders, releasing the linen fabric as it flutters to the floor.
Her hands dance over his tan chest as Logan’s fingers creep under her wedding dress and up her thigh as his mouth nibbles her collarbone.
Veronica moans when Logan pushes her white lace panties to the side and inserts two fingers into her heated core.
“Oh God.” She purrs while fumbling with his conservative leather belt, shifting her hips to gain friction as his thumb brushes over her clitoris.
After a few moments, Veronica finally releases Logan’s erection from his pants and silk boxers and strokes him roughly.
“Jesus, Babe, this is going to be quick if you keep doing that.” Logan pants as Veronica guides his hard-on to her hole.
“Then lets make it count.” She smiles against his neck and he pushes into her center.
“Oh fuck, Veronica.” Logan sets a quick pace, banging his wife’s hips into the hotel room door with each thrust.
Veronica pulls Logan’s hair lightly, plastering a frantic kiss to his lips while mirroring each of his movements with a gyration of her own. “Harder, please faster.”
Logan responds, pounding into Veronica and pushing her closer to her release until her interior walls constrict around his dick.
“Oh God! Oh my God! Fuck, Logan! Yes! Yes! Oh God, Logan! Yes!” She screams in ecstasy.
The sound of Veronica’s cries and the feeling of her orgasm pulsating through her sends him over the edge as his climax roars through his entire body.
“Fuck yeah!” He breathes heavily and rests his head on Veronica’s shoulder for a few moments as his heart rate slows to an almost normal level.
“And they say the sex stops after marriage.” Veronica chuckles, tickling the back of Logan’s neck with her fingertips. “Not in this marriage, Babe. We’re too good at this shit.”
Logan kisses her lips softly, pulling out of Veronica as he slowly lowers her to her feet. “Babe, we’ve been married for like five hours.”
Veronica runs her hands down Logan’s bare, muscular chest and smirks up at him. “Five of the longest hours of my life.”
Logan laughs and sweeps Veronica up in his arms bridal style, throwing her tiny form on the fluffy king-sized four-poster bed.
She giggles as her body bounces on the mattress when her husband jumps on the soft bed right next to her.
“Our flight leaves in twenty-two hours, let’s make the most of our honeymoon.” Logan moans in a soft, sultry voice as he rolls on top of his wife, quickly getting down to business.
Five hours earlier from present…
“Jesus. That was fucking awesome.” Logan pants, rolling onto his back and pulling Veronica’s naked, sweaty body to his chest.
“I have to get some sleep now, Hubby. We haven’t stopped since we left the reception and I’m exhausted. I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow, let alone work on my case.” Veronica moans, shutting her eyes.
Logan laughs. “You have to admit the time on the airplane was pretty fantastic, Babe. And I think you mean later today…” He glances at the alarm clock next to their bed. “…in like five hours, Wifey?”
She moans in response and cuddles into his body, throwing the comforter over their heads.
Three hours earlier from present…
Veronica pours coffee into two travel mugs and yawns loudly, rubbing her bloodshot eyes.
“Tired, Mrs. Echolls?” Logan smirks and kisses her hair.
“Yes, my husband can’t keep his hands off of me since we said ‘I do’ and I need a few more hours of sleep.” Veronica yawns and sips her coffee, eyeing Logan over her cup. “How can you be so bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this early on a Monday morning?”
Logan wraps his arms around Veronica’s waist and pulls her close, locking eyes with his new wife. “Because I’m married to the most amazing woman in the world and we just spent the last two days having mind-blowing sex. What’s not to be happy about?”
Veronica rises up on her toes and kisses his lips thoroughly in response.
“I love you, Mr. Echolls.” She purrs and pecks his lips with a kiss.
“I love you too, Mrs. Echolls.” Logan brushes the hair off of her forehead and kisses the cleared area gently before grabbing his coffee and messenger bag, heading for the door. “I’m going to see how long it takes for people in my office to notice my ring and our wedding photo.”
Veronica raises her eyebrows curiously. “Oh, which picture are you going to put at your desk?”
“The one of us walking hand-in-hand at the water’s edge with the wind blowing your hair back.” Logan says from across the room.
“Your shirt is blowing open from the wind too, showing you cute hairy belly.” Veronica smiles at the thought and sips her coffee. “I like that picture a lot.”
“Me too.” Logan turns the doorknob and opens the front door, looking back at his wife. “I gotta run. I’m buying doughnuts for the office this morning, my own little celebration. I love you.”
“Bye. I love you too.” She shouts as he closes the door.
One hour earlier from present…
Logan is standing at podium on the raised area, in the front of the lecture hall, whistling to himself and absent-mindedly tapping his wedding band on the edge of the pedestal, watching his students file into random seats in the room.
The first two sorority girls, from the front row, settle into their seats. A blonde with long, flowing curls, large surgically enhanced breasts and a very tight, low-cut shirt looks up at Logan with a big smile.
He’s scanning the room, not paying attention to her or her friend when the blonde’s eyes fall to Logan’s tapping fingers.
She gasps and refocuses her eyes, confirming what she sees, before she leans over to her friend. “Mandy.” She shoves her well-endowed sorority sister’s arm with her elbow. “Mandy, look at his hand.”
“Huh?”
The blonde nudges her friend’s arm again and points to Logan with her chin. “Look at his hand. He’s tapping a fucking wedding ring on the damn podium thing. Logan, our fucking hot eye candy T.A. with the best ass at Georgetown, is fucking married.”
Mandy’s jaw drops as she watches Logan’s ring tap, tap, tap against the wood structure. "Do you know how many weeks I've been getting up at the ass crack of dawn to come to this damn class?... and he's married?"
A few more students come in the various doorways and sit in their seats as Logan’s cell phone vibrates in his pocket.
“Shit.” Who the hell is calling me during my class? He pulls his phone out of his pants and quickly checks the caller ID as he turns his back to his class and answers his cell in a panicked whisper. “Hi, Babe, what’s up? I’m about to start my class. Is everything alright?”
“Hi husband.” Veronica purrs into the phone. “I know you’re starting your class but I just wanted to say I love you and I miss you and I can’t wait until you get home so we can continue our celebration from this weekend.”
Logan laughs lightly as his panic subsides and he hears Veronica’s sexy voice. He strolls to the main door of the classroom slowly and switches the phone into his left hand, shielding his face from the on-looking students and showcasing his shiny new wedding band in the process, while he talks quietly into his phone. “Well, Wifey, I can’t wait to get home and celebrate.”
A few sorority girls hurry through the door as Logan approaches the entrance and shuts the door, signaling the beginning of class.
“What time are you done today?” Veronica says in a sultry voice.
Three more sorority girls join the others in the front row, sliding into their seats. “Look at his hand.” Mandy and her blonde friend whisper to the others. “He’s fucking married.”
“I’ll be home right after my four o’clock and I’ll bring dinner home.” Logan says softly, ignoring his full lecture hall of students, standing near the closed door to the room.
“Luigi’s?”
“Of course.”
“I’ll be dessert.” She purrs.
“I’m counting on that.” He laughs lightly.
“I love you.”
“I love you too. I have to go now. I have class.” Logan looks over the edge of his phone at his waiting class.
“Okay. Bye.”
“Bye.” He snaps his phone shut and walks to the raised pedestal to begin class while the line of slutty sorority girls with low-cut shirts and very short skirts watch with disappointment draped over each of their faces.
Present…
Logan stands at the closed elevator waiting patiently when Suzanne joins him at the door.
She eyes Logan, moving her head toward him slightly.
Logan notices Suzanne’s attention and matches her miniscule movement in her direction with a raised eyebrow.
She looks forward, holding back a smile and speaks softly. “Funny thing I just overheard in the hallway.”
Logan reaches forward and pushes the elevator down button repeatedly with his left hand. “Oh yeah. What’s that?”
Suzanne leans into Logan and presses her shoulder to his, continuing to look forward. “That you’re wearing a wedding band today and my sources say you weren’t wearing one on Thursday. Taking into account, you were out on Friday, I’m thinkin’ you got married this weekend and didn’t tell anyone.”
Ding. The elevator doors open.
Logan escorts Suzanne into the empty, waiting elevator without denying or confirming her spectulations. They both step into the small area silently and turn facing the door, watching the metal doors slide together.
As soon as the doors mash closed, Suzanne energetically turns to her co-worker and pleads. “Alright, Lester, no one can hear. Spill it. Are you or aren’t you married? And did you or did you not just say ‘I do’ this weekend? Like forty-eight hours ago? ‘Cause if that’s the case, then what the hell are you doing here at work on a Monday morning when you could be on some beach with your new wife?”
Logan chuckles and decides to put his friend out of her misery and explain. “Yes Suzanne, I am married.” He holds up his hand to show off his new sparkly band of gold, flipping his finger in the air to emphasize his point. “Yes, we did just get married on Saturday, like forty-eight hours ago, but it wasn’t a good time to go on a honeymoon right away so I’m here, at work, on a Monday morning, after spending every minute of the weekend with my new wife, but we weren’t on a beach.” He smirks and wiggles his eyebrows seductively at his friend.
Suzanne squeals and throws her arms around Logan’s neck in a quick hug. “I knew it! I knew you were keeping something from me this morning. Why didn’t you say anything? You never even talk about a girlfriend or fiancé or anything.”
He shrugs. “My wife is a federal agent. I have to be careful about what I say.”
“Wow. A fed, huh?” Suzanne shakes her head. “I bet she’s pretty.”
Logan’s smile fills his face, beaming as he responds. “She’s fucking beautiful and she’s a freakin’ badass action-figure agent that can pick-off a moving target like a God damn sniper.”
Suzanne smiles and shifts her weight from side to side in her spot next to Logan as the elevator doors open to the next floor down.
No one is waiting to enter the elevator so Logan pushes the close door button just as Dr. Monahan slips through the shutting metal doors.
“Whew.” Dave huffs out of breath. “It’s too early on a Monday morning to run for an elevator.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have had that second doughnut.” Logan teases with a bright smile.
“You’re the asshole that brought them in.” Dave jokes then glances over his shoulder at his overjoyed friend and newly married man with an all-knowing smirk. “Good weekend?”
Logan’s grin widens as he hops on his toes slightly. “Fuckin’ fantastic!”
The End.