Until Him (Inevitable, #1)

by Cora Rose

He’s balls deep inside of me, his muscular arms tight with tension as he holds himself above me, and I wrap my legs around his thighs. Then he starts to move.

But of course, sex with Logan would be different. I should have known.

“Thank fuck. God, I love cuddling.” I chuckle and he presses a kiss to my skin. “Touch is my love language, I think.”

An hour later, he slips off to sleep in my arms and I just hold him the rest of the night. I fall asleep a fucking happy man.

I did sneak out for morning practice earlier today and didn’t wake him, although I wanted to. I wanted to just slide inside that ass of his and fuck him awake. Instead, I kissed his forehead and slipped out of the apartment quietly.

I love when he kisses me first and I’m never turning him down.

“Didn’t know I’d like dick as much as I do, but I’m so here for yours.”

“She knows you bought her treats and wants them,” Theo tells me, chuckling. I narrow my eyes because this isn’t funny. I want Theo and I want him now. “I told you not to buy shit for her. But did you listen? Nope. Now look at what you’ve done. You’ve created a monster.” I huff in annoyance because, apparently, he was right. Curie is a greedy bitch who is totally cockblocking me.

I’m not sure the sex actually helped with my distraction issue though, because he’s reviewing chemistry concepts, sounding so smart, and my eyes just hone in on his ass and all I can think about is my come inside of him.

Part of me thinks he’ll set me aside once he doesn’t need me anymore, because we all know I’ve been fooled before. I still cling to that cynicism, like a security blanket. It keeps me safe. But the tiny sliver of hope chants in my head almost incessantly that he’d never do that.

He liked being fucked, and God help me, I liked it too. I’ve never been a top before, and ever since he rode me, I want to do it again.

I dish some alfredo pasta into two bowls and hand him one. He eats it like I made him some fancy Michelin star meal, moaning and smacking his lips.

“You can bring Curie too. My dad loves animals.” Of course he does, he named his chickens. He even cried a little when he gave us the eggs. He probably names his vegetables too. His family is the reason Logan is who he is. He’s fucking amazing.

“I think at the end of this, if anyone ends up broken, it will be me,” Logan mutters against my mouth and then just buries his face in my neck.

My god, is that a Petpod? Is he carrying Curie around on his back now? The little brat is getting spoiled to death. First Logan with his incessant gifts, and now she’s being toted around like she’s Cleopatra.

“She’s a great cat,” he tells me. “She is,” I say. I rescued her shortly after my mom died. I just needed company, and someone to snuggle with…not that she ever really lets me snuggle with her.

“Thank you for giving him a chance. For believing in him.” Jesus, I feel like a total shithead. If he knew what I’d made his son do in exchange for tutoring, he’d hate me. He’d kick my ass straight out of the house. When Logan had first shown up at my door, I’d only bargained with sex thinking he’d tell me to go to hell.

The truth is, I used Logan. I’m no better than James and those other boys who used me and treated me like dirt. Fuck, I’m a terrible person. And here I am, pulling up carrots with his dad who’s sniffling and thinking I’m some great friend to his son. My stomach clenches with shame, and I feel like I’m going to be sick.

“Doesn’t matter how it happened. Just know that Logan is happy. The happiest I’ve seen him since before the accident,”

“I don’t care about what happened then or how this all started. I only care that we’re here right now and I like where we are.”

I don’t want him to question this anymore. I mean, did we start off weird? Yeah. But does that mean I don’t like it and want to quit? Nope. I want him all the time, and I’m planning on showing him that as frequently as I can.

He lets out a shuddering breath, pulls his hips back, and pounds into me. The space fills with loud slapping sounds as his groin hits my ass repeatedly and it may be the sexiest and most filthy thing I’ve ever heard.

Everyone on the block will know what a big dick Theo has and what a slut I am for it. His hand fists roughly in my hair as he pumps into me. “Jesus, this feels so fucking good,” he moans.

“Do you think your parents heard?” he whispers. “Who the fuck cares?” Little does he know, I’ve heard the shit they’ve done. They even have a sex playlist. I’m traumatized for life. Any time I hear “Whole Lotta Love” by Led Zeppelin, I run from the room screaming. Well, payback is a bitch.

I do trust Logan. I trust that he won’t intentionally hurt me. But I still don’t know how he feels about me, about us, and if what we have can last. All I do know is: there is no steeling my heart. It’s already thawed, completely melted, and at his mercy.

Fuck. This guy. How is he so perfect all the time?

“Why?” I ask. The question hangs between us, and my dad looks away, swallowing roughly. “Dying puts things into perspective.”

I blame Logan for this, for softening my hard heart. There’s no going back to the way I was.

Look at those pretty fucking eyes. I remember thinking they were eerie at first, but now I know how wrong I was. They are stunning and I am obsessed. I can’t help myself. I press my lips to his.

Who knew he’d be the one to help me heal? Who knew he’d be the perfect person for me? Not me. It was never me, until him.