"I'm not going," I declared, face still flushed from embarrassment. Logan was trying to get me to go downstairs to meet his father but I absolutely refused. Due to his comment, it was obvious that he knew what we had been doing moments before and there was no way I could look at him or expect him to look at me like he didn't know.
"Babe, I'm sorry that shit happened like it did but he would have known regardless. My dad is a bit of a pussy hound and like I've told you, you have a very distinctive scent," he explained, looking down at my sore and swollen, jean-clad pussy.
"I don't care, Logan," I said, crossing my arms, "The last thing I need is for your dad to think I'm a slut."
Logan looked at me with an unreadable look. "Lauren, my dad knows all about you. He knows how much you mean to me. My dad is my best friend... he'd never judge you. Now, please accept this surprise and go with me to meet my father."
I let out an exasperated sigh and nodded. "I'll go meet him," I agreed, walking into his bathroom to fix my hair again. I loved being around Logan but I missed being home with my own things. I called Mom to check in, she still believed that I was out with my friend 'Hannah' a girl that I hadn't seen in almost a year.
Swallowing my pride, I began to walk to the door. "Do you not want your surprise?" Logan asked, sitting at his desk.
"Of course I do! I though that the surprise was meeting your dad," I said, straddling his lap once again.
"Oh no, Babe... this is a little bigger than that," he said with a smile. He reached behind him and pulled out a small box. My eyes grew big and I silently prayed that it wasn't what I thought it was... as much as I loved Logan, I didn't want to be engaged to him, at least not yet.
Watching my wide eyes, he opened the box. I let out an involuntary noise of shock when I saw that it was, indeed, a ring. "Logan, I-" I began only to be shushed.
"Breathe, Lauren. It's not an engagement ring... it's a promise ring," he said, pulling it out of the box and taking my hand. "I promise," he said, sliding the ring on my left ring finger, "to do everything I can to make you happy and to never ever hurt you again. I love you, Baby."
My heart thudded audibly in my chest. I felt stinging in the corner of my eyes so I blinked the tears away. My eyes took in the beautiful piece of jewelry that now adorned my finger: It was a white gold band with small diamonds along the center with two interlocking hearts that each held a diamond... L&L was inscribed where the hearts interlocked.
"I love you, too," I said in a voice barely above a whisper. I closed my eyes and smiled, suddenly perfectly content with everything... The world could come at me with everything it had but it didn't matter to me, I had Logan on my team and I loved him with everything I had.
I leaned down and gave him the most heated, passionate kiss I could muster. I tangled my fingers in his dirty blond hair and ran my tongue in the hollow spot between his neck and his shoulder. He groaned and tilted his head to the side to give me better access, gripping my hips tightly as my tongue teased his spot. Almost instantly I felt his stiffening cock pressing against my pussy. My hands shot down to his jeans before he stilled them.
"No," he groaned, "we gotta go see my dad."
"Right," I said with a small nod as I regained my composure... "Babe, you really need to quit buying me expensive gifts, your mom might get the wrong idea."
He glared at me when I mentioned his mother... "Fuck her."
"Logan, that's not very nice-," I began, only to be silenced by another glare.
"She's not very nice," he said, grabbing my hand and leading me out of his bedroom.
We descended the staircase again to find Logan's dad sitting in the game room, playing Logan's game film from Friday on an obscenely large television. He was deep into it, I could tell... he was at the edge of his seat.
"Dad," Logan said, trying to get his father's attention.
"Hold on, Logan, gimme til the end of this play," he said, eyes never leaving the screen.
I looked at Logan and he smiled. His face had a look of pure love on it. Logan loved his dad and I could tell even if he never told me. The way he looked at his father was the complete opposite of the look of disdain that he had for his mother. It was almost saddening.
