AN: Huge apologies for the long delay in posts. And I apologize in advance as this week is looking impossible as well. So it might be a bit of a wait again. But here's some smut in this one, so I hope that makes it up for some of it.
Chapter 110
Logan inhaled sharply, his internal clock knowing instinctively the time was approaching 5 AM. He was good like that, having the ability to get himself up minutes before the alarm clock rang on most days, not needing to worry about waking Rory. But more often than not he almost wished he did, missing the company on his early mornings. Sometimes he even tested the depth of her sleep, and this morning was one of those nights.
Logan stretched out his hand, deciding to switch off the alarm. He knew there were better ways to wake her than the ringing of his Nokia 61e. He took a short moment to wake fully, needing to not fall back asleep as he snuggled into Rory's neck.
Her scent was intoxicating as ever. Even if she was due a shower, having not bothered after studying late, she had a very specific, sweet, scent that he gladly took in a lungful of. It was almost as if he was recharging himself for the day with the energy each whiff of her gave him.
His arm went gently around her waist and continued to tenderly massage her hip in a circular motion, at the same time inching his hips closer to her ass. The feeling of the perfect curve of her ass against his member was waking his desire.
Logan smiled victoriously as Rory pushed herself back against him, meeting his need. They'd once even talked about this. After this long together, it was like her ass and back of her upper thighs had developed a sixth sense for the warmth and hardness of his presence.
"You realize I'm deeply asleep, right?" Rory mumbled quietly, her eyes closed and her voice a little hoarse.
"Uh-huh, I know," Logan replied, but kissed her spine nonetheless. His hand traveled up her sternum, pausing to gently cup her upper breast that had just barely fallen out of her silky nightdress. He could feel her nipple stiffening in his hand as he applied a little pressure.
"Then what are you doing?" Rory asked in a chuckle, sleepily.
"Oh, nothing," Logan added cheekily, continuing his ministrations.
"Uh-huh," Rory opened her eyes and rolled them, but pushed her ass back against him again, wordlessly telling him to keep it up, regardless to his cheekiness. Feeling Logan wanting her, still, made her stomach flutter.
Logan's lips kissed her shoulder blade, as his hand gained more courage, slipping underneath her hem which had already moved half-way up, and straight into the front of her panties, feeling her hip bone with his forearm. She was incredibly warm to touch underneath her clothes. Hot.
Her lower lips were moist and Rory moaned deliciously as his fingers caressed over her clit after first dipping themselves in her juices and then returning to circle it.
Rory's hips pushed back against his erection again and again, beginning to rub against him with more intent. Logan hissed, loving the way she did that - a little roughly even. Demandingly and knowing of the fact how it made him crazy.
There wasn't time for lengthy foreplay, especially considering Logan only had a few hours to work out, get ready for work and prep for his first meeting. But then again they were both more than ready. This didn't need to be lengthy and elaborate.
His hand continued to massage her as her hand reached back to indicate she needed to feel more of him by pulling down the back of her underwear, then continuing to do the same with his. Too many layers.
Logan chuckled, loving to see her all needy and hot for him like this. Already the feeling of skin against skin, his hot and throbbing member slipping between her thighs, was otherworldly.
His erect cock entered her moist passage with one swift thrust, filling the void that always seemed to be there when they weren't one. Her mind was overcome by the sweet sensations sent to her brain by her nerve endings - the ultimate high. It was incredibly familiar, and when Rory was away from him, she could picture him inside of her so well. To her relief she never really had to be away from him for long, nor from the beloved cock that was moving in and out of her now. She could honestly say, she loved it almost as much as she loved him as a whole. She didn't even care if it made her shallow, but she knew Logan loved it when she whispered the fact into his ear during sex.
This time however, it was Logan who was doing the whispering.
"I wish I could stay inside of you the whole day," Logan hissed, and thrust in a little stronger, feeling her inner muscles squeeze him even tighter.
"Uh," Rory grunted, loving his roughness.
It was the position, her thighs remaining fairly closed, but she preferred it this way. She wanted to really feel him.
"I'm going to make you cum so hard," Logan threatened in a hiss.
Rory didn't doubt that he would, and moaned, "You'd better," in return.
He felt like saying more, but this early in the morning there was only so much creativity he could express, and nibbled her neck and ear instead, causing her to let out another gasp as his thrusts gathered intensity.
"Ah..," left her lips, pushing back just as he thrust in yet another time.
His finger continued to rub her, slipping down where he was entering her, enabling him to feel the entry with each thrust. It was a powerful mental image.
Almost as he was too overcome by his own sensation, her back arched and Rory moaned Logan's name as her senses flooded with pleasure. Her inner walls tightened around him and as he continued to thumb her clit, she came several times, almost feeling like she was in overdrive.
Seeing her like this, writhing in pleasure, was half the action he needed. As Rory finally began to beg for mercy, her clit already feeling too sensitive to touch, he curved his elbow and reached up to her breasts again, grabbing her left breast firmly. He held her tight as he thrust into her the last few times.
"Ugh…," Logan grunted, exploding inside of her, feeling a combination of warmth and euphoria.
They were both sweaty and spent, panting like they'd just ran a half-marathon.
"Still sleepy?" Logan teased.
"I could sleep," Rory joked back a moment later, trying to catch her breath. It wasn't a bad prospect, but she had to admit, despite the utter contentment her body felt, her mind was more awake than she would've liked for that.
After laying there for a few moments, Logan kissed her tenderly and got out of bed, knowing he needed to get ready.
Rory considered going right back to sleep, but decided to stay up at least until he was out. Besides, there were worse things than watching her husband who'd just fucked her, get ready for work.
Logan had already given up on the jog for that morning, running a little late, hence he jumped into the shower and emerged soon to get dressed, his skin still glistening with water droplets.
"So what's on the agenda today?" Rory asked friendlily from Logan as she rolled to her stomach, deciding to linger in bed a little while longer.
The benefit of being a student was definitely the fact that her classes never began before 10 AM, unlike for Logan. But she'd adjusted to Logan's schedule long ago, even if she did often go back to sleep after he left for work.
"Just the usual. Board meeting. A little talk with the marketing director about his behavior - just the right amount of intimidation, might refer him to some sensitivity training just for kicks," Logan explained, sounding amused by his power.
"What did he do?" Rory asked.
"Oh just… tried to involve personal favors into the promotion decision process… He just needs a quick reminder that it's not how things are done anymore," Logan summed things up, having had lunch with Bobby the other day and gotten a good summary of things.
"Wow.., that's still a thing?" Rory asked, having never really heard of such thing outside of movies or books.
"Apparently so. But I wasn't surprised really… I mean I'd hear my dad joke about things like that all that time in the past. No wonder some of his old friends might consider it the norm. Mostly it just feels like I have to play a nanny to grown men," Logan explained.
"Hey, you should get one of those… what's it called… equality coordinator or something…, so people have someone to tell about their concerns, someone who's impartial and not so intimidating," Rory suddenly got an idea, having heard of such jobs somewhere.
Logan chuckled, not taking the idea too seriously. But perhaps it was indeed a way to get these topics off his table. He knew well how it had been a bit of a challenge for Bobby to tell him what had happened in the first place, but then again Bobby had by then already quit and had no intention of working under the marketing director in question again.
But speaking to Bobby had gotten his thoughts rolling on another matter. A matter that he'd accidentally happened to read about the other day when going through investment offers their company kept getting. The HPG had limitations as to what they wanted to get involved in, and if he wanted to go beyond those main principles that the board was in on, it would've involved convincing his dad first. Naturally, he wished to avoid that if possible. But in Bobby he'd seen something else - he'd seen talent, a talent that the company had lost.
"Listen… I got this idea the other day," Logan sank down next to Rory again. He remembered from last year, how really taking the time to involve her in his work-life,
"Uh?" Rory encouraged him.
"I was thinking about starting a company," Logan said. The idea was still a baby but he did like the idea of Rory at least knowing about it before he got ahead of himself too much.
"You already have a company," Rory said, not quite following why he would want or need to do that.
"Yes, but I have an old, big and rigid company with a board of 70-year-olds who like stability," Logan explained, exaggerating a little. He realized since he'd gotten to London how having him take over the managing over in London had also taken his dad a bit of convincing. It was not an easy task to live up to people's expectations when people mostly kept focusing on how straight from college he was and how he could use a decade of experience before doing what he was doing.
"So it's something you want to do on the side. Logan, how would you possibly have time for something like that? You're already swamped!" Rory exclaimed.
"I had a feeling you'd say that," Logan said, realizing that on that part she was right. "Just… never mind. You're right…," Logan said, but Rory could sense he was discouraged.
"No, just… explain it to me," Rory encouraged.
"I know I am short of time as it is and I don't want that time from the time I spend with you. But sometimes… I guess I just feel there are other more risky things I'd like to try. I think I'd be good at trying my hand at some internet ventures… there's a ton of stuff out there that are just going to change the world and it's like now is the right time to scoop them up. But our board… our stakeholders… they're not up for that kind of stuff and I just feel like the company is missing out on a lot of great opportunities," Logan explained.
Rory didn't really love the idea of Logan being a venture capitalist, but then again doing risky things was a part of him, and now for pretty much half a year he had been very held back, putting that side of him into the back burner ever since the accident. Maybe he did need that thrill in his life? And this was certainly less damaging than jumping out of a plane. Logan knew business, he was a people person and he had a good hunch. Rory trusted his hunch. If he didn't find an outlet for his adventurous side, how long would it really be until he went looking for adventures - maybe not the kind that Rory would've appreciated.
"And I mean if I did it right. It would only really take maybe an hour or two of my day… I could hire people to do bits of it for me and I could just be the brains," Logan suggested.
"I certainly wouldn't mind that," Rory commented on the latter.
"I need to change things in the way the HPG here is run anyways so I won't drown in it like my dad has, so maybe this is just an extra excuse for me to do some delegating. And as a bonus this might actually be something I like. Who knows - maybe someday I'll work out a way to incorporate the two," he added.
"How are you going to do that. I mean… how do you trust someone with something so huge," Rory discussed, thinking along.
"The HPG or the new company?" Logan asked.
"Both..," Rory replied.
"As for HPG, I mean. There are consultants for things like that. I know my dad has been very reluctant to pay for outside help on things like that, but I can spare that even coming out of my own pay if it has to. It's not forever, it's just a temporary consult," Logan discussed.
Rory nodded along.
"I met this one PR specialist, Bobby, who's really great, a real talent, who also has experience with scouting this type of things out, so I figured I'd just start with that. See what's out there," Logan said, realizing only now that he'd made an unconscious choice at not mentioning Bobby was a woman. He wasn't sure why he'd done that.
"Sounds like you've got this whole thing thought out," Rory replied.
"I mean, I haven't taken any concrete steps yet," Logan explained.
"But you want to. With this Bobby," Rory said, obliviously what 'this Bobby' stood for. But she knew Logan well enough. She knew that once he'd gotten an idea that had made him consider something of this magnitude, he would also feel the pull towards it until he did it. He wasn't great at letting things go unless he had an external reason or something that pulled him in the opposite direction.
"I think I might…," Logan replied, knowing he would need to figure out how to assure Rory how Bobby, whether she was a woman or not, wasn't the issue here, despite his odd choice of words.