Searching for more information about the pair’s time together in GJWP lead me down a rabbit hole of very lewd Logan/Yuki fanart and fanfiction. I didn’t expect to find it so rapidly in my search. A very detailed drawing of Yuki getting a blow job from Logan greeted me the moment I clicked onto a blog dedicated to their ship. I squinted at the picture. No matter what angle I looked at it, I couldn’t picture Logan making that expression during oral sex. As my mind mulled over Logan’s oral sex face, I clicked onto the fanfiction tab.

  “God there’s a whole drop-down menu for tropes!” I muttered aloud.

  The fics ranged from run of the mill, mild smut to aggressive BDSM and everything in-between. A story titled ‘Immortal Lovers’ made me pause. Apparently, that Logan/Yuki story dived into a paranormal world of wrestling, vampires, and fated mates.

  …Is that blood play?

  Curiosity satisfied I closed the browser, set my phone on the nightstand, and laughed. I laughed so hard baby girl punched my side.

  “I’m sorry little lady!”

  Mind thoroughly overwhelmed I decided to doze while watching Friends reruns. I actually hated Friends, but I didn’t want to look for anything else and I hoped something better would come on. I sank under the covers and squeezed my eyes closed as Ross, Rachel, and whoever screamed about stupid, rich white people problems. The clicking of the door interrupted my hazy dreams.

  Here we go.

  I pushed myself upright as Logan crept into the room. I couldn’t make out much with only the light from the TV as my guide. I watched him struggling with his shoes by the door before tiptoeing further into the room.

  “No need for that, I’m still up.”

  “Oh, okay.” He mumbled.

  He paused at the nightstand and turned on the light. I blinked several times as my eyes adjusted. Logan and I stared at each other. Red colored his eyes, and his lips sat in a hard frown. I pulled the blanket up over my chest. It didn’t feel like an appropriate time for boobs. I sighed and turned my gaze to my hands clasped in my lap.

  “… Did you sleep with him?” I asked.

  “No.” Logan answered quickly and unequivocally.

  He wasn’t annoyed at me for asking, and he wasn’t annoyed at having to answer. I believed him completely. I trusted him. I loved him.

  “You have to tell me truth if you did, Logan. I’ve read the fanfiction! I know what you two get up to! I hate that you kept being vampire detectives into sexy blood play a secret from me.” I titled my head towards him and grinned like an idiot.

  Logan shook his head, “I have creative fans.”

  “Very creative!” I laughed.

  Logan smiled weakly. Let there be light! The slight upturn of his lips wasn’t much, but maybe things would be alright.

  “I could use a cuddle.” I patted the pillow next to me.

  “I would love that.”

  “And I love you.”

  “I love you too Elle. I love you more than you know.”

  Logan shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it on the dresser. Sadly, there rest of his suit didn’t fare as well, as he dropped the rest of his clothes on the floor. Down to his underwear Logan grabbed the remote and turned off the never-ending marathon of Friends before crawling into bed. I rolled onto my side facing the window. The curtains were pulled so I just stared at the eye wateringly ugly orange fabric. I let out a long breath as Logan’s arms circled me. His palms instantly went to caress my baby bump.

  “No need to worry baby girl, your dad is here.” I could hear the smile in his voice.

  “We missed you.”

  “I always miss my girls.”

  The idea that Logan thought about us while he was with Yuki was laughable. But I used my better judgement and kept that laugh unvoiced.

  “Was it good catching up with Yuki?”

  Logan’s forearms tensed. I didn’t mean to pry. Before Logan got back to the room, I had decided on not saying anything but now the fires of my curiosity had flared up again. A tiny leading question wouldn’t hurt.

  “…Yes, it was. I didn’t think it would be, but it was. A bit of closure on that part of my life.”

  I wanted to know the details, and the realization hit me that I didn’t really need to know them. That was then. This is now.

  “I’m glad things went okay and I’m glad you’re back with us.”

  Logan scooted his body closer. His hard-earned abs pushed into my back. His lips brushed against the shell of my ear.

  “I love you and I love baby girl. Whatever I do, however long I’m gone, I want you to know I will always come back to you.” He whispered.

  An angry shiver inched down my spine.

  “Promise?” I huffed.

  “I promise.” Logan said before nibbling on my ear.

  His hands traveled up to cup my breasts. His thumbs traced circles around my hard nipples. A part of me worried about what Logan saw in me. I was short and stout, even more so with pregnancy. But he loved my body, stretch marks and all. I was his altar, and he worshiped me.

  “Elle, what do you expect me to do when I come back here and find you in bed in only a pair of fancy panties?” He chuckled.

  Gently he tugged at my nipples. I moaned at the slight, teasing touch. My chest was so sensitive that the barest of touches in the right spot, like the tickle of a feather would rev up my engine. His hands traveled down the length of my body. I squirmed under his touch. Down my side, over my hips to my thighs to finally linger between my legs. I pushed against his waiting hand and thankfully for my sanity he took that as a green light.

  Logan pulled my panties to the side. Slowly, methodically the tips of his fingers teased my clit with a swirling motion. Lightning bolts of electricity shot through me, only to be replaced by a sweet simmer as his fingers ran along the length of my folds. Up and down, up and down. The circuit repeated all over again. My head slumped back against his shoulder and breath moans left my mouth.

  “My Elle, my sweet, sweet Elle. Your pretty little pussy is already soaking wet. I get you that excited, don’t I?” Logan mocked.

  My snappy retort died as his fingers sank into my deepest place. My body clenched around him.

  “Logan!” I moaned.

  “Does it feel good?” he asked knowing damn well I couldn’t answer.

  I bucked back against his hand as pleasure built inside me. I hadn’t been finger fucked since I was a teenager. Those escapades were uncoordinated and clumsy. As I got older guys stopped doing it. But now with Logan’s adept finger inside of me I could easily see myself becoming addicted.

  The pressure and movement combined effortlessly built up inside of me until I combusted. I shouted Logan’s name as my body tightened and pleasure overtook me. I tried to close my legs, squeeze my thighs shut but Logan kept his hand in place. His fingers leisurely working in and out of me as my body rode the continuing wave of orgasm. Like the ocean lapping against the sand on the beach the tide of my pleasure ebbed and flowed. My body tensed. My muscles tighter than a stretched rubber band.

  “Logan! Stop! Stop!” I shouted as my overwhelming orgasm had become torturous.

  I smacked my hand against the mattress.

  “Are you tapping out?” He asked.

  “Yes!”

  Thankfully, he retrieved his fingers from inside of me. He laughed and held his hand over my head. My juices coated his fingers and knuckles, extending down to his wrist. I squeezed my eyes closed in embarrassment.

  “Sorry!”

  Logan shrugged and wiped his hand on the blanket. “No need to apologize sweetheart. I’m proud of how horny I get you.”

  I peeked at him out of one eye and said, “Sometimes you’re such a man.”

  “Awww! You love me.” He grinned.

  “Of course, I do. When you make me cum like that, how can I not?”

  “Fair enough. Can I make love to you now?”

  “I’d be offended if you didn’t,” I smirked.

  Logan yanked down his underwear and tossed them across the room. I just shook my head.

  He settled back in bed beside me, his eyes darting to look everywhere but my face. He swallowed and his cheeks pinked. “So, I read up on sex during pregnancy and the app had a lot of good advice. There are two things I want to try. Do you think that would be okay?”

  I raised an eyebrow, “I’m not sure I’m up for ass stuff tonight.”

  Logan laughed, “No not that, but I’m open to both giving and receiving down the road if that’s something you’d like to try.”

  Ooooo!

  “I would like that very much.”

  “Cool…” He cleared his throat, “So, the pregnancy app seems to agree that spooning sex is perfect for the third trimester. Also, I’ve read in a few erotic novels where they guy has his way with his partner and rips off her underwear…”

  I giggled and heat burned my cheeks. We were so in tune sexually that we never really talked much about likes and dislikes, kinks, and such. Why the idea of panty ripping was more scandalous than pegging to both of us was slightly comical.

  I rolled onto my side and threw an arm over my forehead. “Ravish me and make me yours Logan!”

  I could always get new underwear. Logan clenched a fist around the crotch part of my underwear and yanked. The lacy fabric fell away like nothing. Although the presentation was silly, the execution was hot as hell. I propped up my leg, allowing easier access for Logan’s fingers now that the barrier of my underwear had been taken care of.

  He teased me with a quick swipe of his finger across my folds. I moaned, and Logan took the opportunity to slide up behind me. His cock pressed against my ass, letting his obvious need known. He hooked one arm under my thigh and raised my leg. The leverage helped spread my asscheeks. My big booty wouldn’t make this easy, but we were determined to make it work. Logan pushed his hips forward, and the tip of his dick brushed against my entrance. My body shuddered and I let out a breath. Again, and again his dick brushed against me, coating itself in my plentiful wetness. I gasped as he slowly pushed himself inside of me. The angle felt deeper, rougher. He filled me as much as possible and the pressure already had me on the edge.

  “Fuck Elle.” Logan grunted.

  His dick felt incredible as he pumped in and out of me. Slow and easy at first, his pace building feverishly. My pussy squealed with obscene sounds as Logan brought me to submission. I grabbed a fist full of fitted sheet with one hand, and I reached behind me to guide his hips with the other. My core tightened around him as I fell off the pleasure cliff. Logan quickly followed me to the technicolor land of orgasm, finding his release soon after. We lay unmoving in a tangled, sweaty heap of bodily fluids, limbs and sweat.

  “I love you, Elle.” Logan sighed as he rolled onto his back.

  “I love you too Logan.” I smiled.

  I desperately needed to pee, but I didn’t move. I stared at the ceiling and let the afterglow wash over me.

  Logan

  And still your Millennium Wrestling Association World champion, Logan Cole!

  After weeks of back-and-forth, TY Blue and I met again in the wrestling ring for the pay-per-view. He wanted his belt back, but I was quite fond of the way it looked on me. In between those ropes, we fired on all cylinders. We beat each other’s asses. Blood gushed from TY’s forehead and into his eyes. Everything I threw at him, TY rebounded and returned the beatdown.

  During the match, I’d flashed glances at Elle watching ringside. As much as having her there was distracting, yet at the same time it also drove me to Zen like perfection. Elle’s face rode a wave of emotions. Shock, surprise, anger, and adoration. Her face was so damn expressive, and so damn cute. I was eventually able to get TY down for the three count. The ref held my hand up in victory and just to end the show on a high note, Nick and Zeke ran to the ring for a post-match beat down on TY. After the brothers had bashed him up, I stood over him with my foot on his chest and my championship belt held high overhead.

  But that was yesterday. I left the bright lights and cheering crowd back in Miami. Today I was driving from the airport and back to normal life. Elle snoozed with her forehead pressed against the passenger side window. Traffic was being a bitch, but I couldn’t help the grin on my face. Everything had fallen into place, and I was about to execute the final part of my grandmaster plan.

  Since I signed the check, Elle signed the paperwork, and Marc handed her the keys, I’d been plotting and scheming. Traveling and the pay-per-view provided the perfect cover. Our babymoon was icing on the cake. I turned off the interstate and drove through the burbs. I gripped the steering wheel tightly and hoped that I’d made the right call.

  I pulled onto our new street, past a group on kids racing each other on bikes, and into our new driveway. Trisha and Renee sat in a pair of new rocking chairs on the front porch, waiting for us. As I put the car into park the pair jumped out of their seats and squealed with excitement. I gently shook Elle’s shoulder.

  “Sweetheart, wake up. We’re home.”

  Elles sat upright and rubbed her eyes. “What?”

  “Welcome home.” I smiled.

  Elle and I climbed out of the car to her aunts grinning like Cheshire cats.

  “What’s going on?” She asked.

  “Your family helped me figure things out. Your new home is ready and waiting for you.”

  “Her brow furrowed, “What?”

  Trisha rolled her eyes and grabbed Elle by her shoulders, “Your boyfriend had Renee and I get everything moved over and decorated for you silly! He loves you. He’s a good man, blah, blah, blah. Now get inside and tell us what you think!”

  Sleepiness and pregnancy hormones had created a fog around her brain. But from everything I read on the pregnancy app, that was normal. A lightbulb lit up above Elle’s head. I couldn’t help giggling as the realization slowly dawned on her.

  “OH MY GOD!” she clapped like an excited seal and waddled towards the porch.

  “Christ…” Trisha muttered under her breath.

  Renee shook her head and joined me in laughter. Elle was too cute. By the time the three of us joined her at the door, she bounced with excitement. Renee unlocked the front door and pushed it open wide. The shriek that escaped Elle’s mouth was a sound meant to wound prey. Tears streamed down her face as she walked across the threshold. I followed behind her. My eyes went wide. Everything looked amazing. A million times better than the progress photos Renee had sent me.

  “This is why you were asking me all those questions, and showing me pictures, and had me give you access to my Pinterest boards.” Elle turned and glared at Renee.

  Renee tossed up her hands. “I mean, whose fault is it that you didn’t get it when I was showing you paint samples while Trisha braided your hair?”

  Elle huffed, but her anger at Renee snarky comment evaporated in awe of everything around her. All my money was put to great use and worth every single penny. She had an amazing talent. With a TV personality smile, Renee gave us a walkthrough of the house. As we walked into each room, she extended her hand like a Black Vanna White and I couldn’t help giggling like a child. They refinished the hardwood floors and wood panels in the ceiling. The walls were painted an inviting cream color. The fireplace was repainted and my flatscreen hung from it. The new dark blue couch and loveseat were much more comfortable than the last couch that threatened immobility to anyone who tried to use it for longer than an hour.

  In the kitchen, padded barstools sat at the gray marble kitchen counter. Renee gave us a quick rundown of where she had stored things like plates, cups, and pans. Not a decorating type like her wife, Trisha, added a homemade housewarming meal. Fried chicken (baked for me), mac and cheese, and hot water cornbread. The professionally packaged warming dishes sat on the counter.

  “Yummm…” Elle hummed.

  “Nope! Not yet!” Trisha gently pushed Elle out of the kitchen.

  Elle’s audible groan of disappointment made everyone laugh. My basement/gym/gaming area looked fantastic. The unnecessarily detailed instructions I’d emailed Renee to share with the movers about my workout equipment and my gaming set up were actually used. I was pleasantly surprised.

  Elle’s mouth dropped open as she walked into Baby girl’s room. I knew what to expect and still my heart squeezed as we walked inside. The gray walls paired perfectly with the checkered gray and white shagged carpet. In the corner, a plush gray rocking chair waited for late night feedings and snuggles. The curtain was currently open, allowing sunshine in. But we would pull down the reinforced blackout curtains to create a perfect sleeping environment for the little one.

  The dark wood crib sat against one the wall. All my research had me paranoid about safe sleep, so I insisted nothing hang above or near the crib. A collage of glittery stars hung on the opposite wall, leading to the painted words ‘dream big little one’. Near the closet, a mini three-tier shelf hung off the wall. A stuffed giraffe, elephant, and monkey kept the small but growing collection of books for baby company. On a random trip to the bookstore, we grabbed some of our childhood favorites like ‘Goodnight Moon’ and ‘The Snowy Day’. But that wasn’t what made Elle pause. What stopped her in her tracks was a picture in a gold frame.

  “Mom…” she whispered.

  I glanced over Elle’s shoulder. Her hands shook as she reached out to touch the frame. In it was a picture of a younger Elle. She was propped up in the arms of her mom outside in the grass. Tiny Elle looked around 3 or 4 years old. She grinned at the camera so hard her face scrunched up. Rainbow colored beads dangled from her forehead. Elle looked so much like her mom, it was stunning.

  “She’d be so proud of you.” Trisha said from the doorway.