The Nerd Is A Player ✔

CHAPTER 36: Realisation

||CHAPTER 36: Realisation||

Tia

21st of November, 2014.

When I felt the sunlight hit against my face, I moan in displeasure. I blink, 'Where am I?' I thought, before turning to the left, I collide into a firm chest. Once more, I blink in confusion. However, as I smell a familiar, calming scent, I smile - remembering memories from last night, "Logan." I whisper, as I felt a strong, muscular arm around my waist, bringing my petite frame closer.

"Good morning, Princess." He said, murmuring softly.

"Good morning, Logan." I said.

Moving a little closer, I press my lips against his - forcefully. "Mm." I moan softly, my eyes fluttering closer. Breaking the kiss, I felt Logan move a little before climbing on top of me. Hovering over me, I feel him place his weight on his elbows.

Then, he places his lips upon mine. At first, the kiss was gentle. However, it was becoming rough and....desperate. My fingers run through his soft, brown hair. 'God.' I thought, feeling it difficult to breathe and concentrate.

Together we fought for dominance. However - from the beginning of the kiss, I had a feeling we knew who the winner would be.

Him.

I blush, when I felt him pepper light, wet kisses on my cheekbones, tracing the lines of my jaw to my collarbone. I couldn't stop my heart from pounding in my chest. Feeling his teeth graze my soft skin, I arch my back in pleasure.

I felt as though no one could ruin our perfect moment....

At the sound of my phone ring, I frown. 'On a second thought, never mind...' I thought, breaking the kiss. Moving under Logan's arms, I seize my phone.

It was Ian.

"Good morning, love." He said.

"Morning, Ian." I giggle. However I mewl when Logan started leaving bites across my neck.

"What's wrong, love?"

"I.." I moan. Lowering his head, I feel his lips hover in between my breast, before he began sucking on my right nipple while his left-hand massages my left breast in a slow, circular motion. "I'm eating a chocolate chip muffin." I lie, biting my lip to stop the moan threatening to escape. But no matter how hard I tried, Logan made it harder the moment he ran his tongue over my clit.

I hear Ian chuckle, "Well." He started. "I was wondering if whether or not we can eat brunch together."

"Ian." I breathe, "I'm-"

"Tia."

I glare, "Logan, be quiet." I hiss.

"Wait, whose voice was-?"

I was about to explain the predicament. However, Logan took the phone off me, pressing it against his ear. There was a smirk on his handsome face, and a mischievous spark in his hazel-blue eyes.

"Hello Ian."

"Logan, don't-" The moment I start to speak, Logan took the white pillow, before pressing it against my face. "Mm...."

"What's wrong, Pearce?" Logan said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Yes, we're together."

"In bed."

"Oh and, we're naked, did you want to video call."

"Jealous?"

'Logan Sutherland is sexier when he's fooling around.'