Authors: Laura Hawks
Logan was stunned. “Are you telling me you want to get serious with her?”
Tyler looked over at him. “Not at the moment. She is not ready for anything serious with anyone. Fuck, man. She just went through hell and more with Nathan and shit. She isn’t going to trust anyone. I don’t care, though. I want to be with her and help her through her tribulations. I want to stand by her side and maybe, somewhere down the road, if she feels like she can trust me and wants to be with me, yeah. I would like to get, as you say, serious with her. I will wait until she is ready though, no matter how long it takes.”
Logan stared at him, taking him in with a securitizing look. He had to admit, living with Tyler for the past few years had gotten him to know the Fae pretty well and he had never seen him so serious before, except when they were about to go on the rescue for Trinity. He believed Tyler was telling the truth. Knowing how he protected Jazzy for most of her life, he had the utmost faith in Ty to protect his sister, even from himself if need be. Logan nodded and held out his hand. Ty took it and they shook, but Logan stepped up close. “You treat her well, ‘cause if you don’t, I will gut you like a pig for roasting. Got me?”
“Gotcha dude. No worries on that front. Promise. Besides, your father has already threatened to have me gelded should I attempt anything. I rather like my balls where they currently are and not on his wall for decoration.”
“You talked to my dad?” Logan was surprised, though why, he wasn’t quite sure. He should have known his father would be aware of everything to do with his daughter, as well as himself. He was also rather surprised his father was being so accommodating to Trinity and Tyler. He must have seen something in the latter which he admired and that was rare indeed. Mel also must have realized Trinity needed to have the freedom she had stolen from her all those years ago. Either way, he should not have been as astonished as he was.
“Yeah, dude. Shortly after the ritual. He called me to his office, like, hours later. Said he knew how I felt about his daughter and if I treated her right and didn’t rush her, he would allow me a pass to visit her in the Nether Realm whenever I desired to. An open invitation. Can you fucking believe it? But then I also got the warning about my man parts and my wings being pinned on his wall as trophies should I hurt her in any way. Actually, the words were, ‘make her angry or cause her to cry’ and I was going to be missing my parts.” He clutched his manhood protectively. “Dude, I like my junk and your old man is fucking scary.”
Logan chuckled. “Yeah. He is to any who are not his family, and he has earned his reputation. I guess if he talked to you, then there is nothing else I can say which you would fear more.”
Logan let him go so Tyler could get Trinity and show her around New Orleans. However, knowing he had the house for just him and Jasmine tonight got him thinking about a nice, quiet time together. She also had been through quite a bit and, ever since her amnesia, they had not fully returned to their previous state of commitment. Sure, Jazzy could remember their past and how much they cared about each other, but there was also the issue of her overcoming what she went through. She didn’t care to be touched or kissed by Logan, much less anything else. Worse, she preferred he continue to sleep on the couch and not share the same bed. He hated not holding her when he fell asleep or having her cuddled against him when he awoke. He knew she also needed time and he was willing to give it to her, just like Tyler was doing for Trinity. He wouldn’t push and would be there when she was ready to move forward again.
They shared a quiet dinner, enjoyed some romantic dancing with music from the radio and soon, Jasmine said she was ready for bed. He walked her to the room they once shared but, this time, she asked him to come in. He was a bit surprised but didn’t hesitate, other than to ask if she was sure.
“Yes,” was her only reply.
Logan was instantly nervous. He was unsure how far she wanted to go. Was it simply sleeping in the same room? Should he consider looking at the chair to sleep in or was she willing to share the bed? Should he hold her as she drifted off to sleep or establish a pillow barrier between them? He was still considering all the options on what to do when Jazzy moved to stand in front of him. She pushed him to sit on the bed, then began to slowly unbutton her blouse. Logan’s eyes widened, hopeful and yet worried it might be too fast for her. Yet, she invited him in. She closed the door behind them and she was removing her garments. She had to know what this was doing to him. He didn’t budge. He didn’t breathe. He was scared this was all a dream or if he moved he would startle her enough she would disappear. So he remained still.
Logan watched as Jasmine took her outer clothes off, leaving a bra, panties and a garter attached to some silken stockings. His turquoise eyes darkened. Heat started radiating from every pore as he drank in the image of her. He couldn’t stand the torture she was putting him through any longer. He stood and slowly stalked towards her, a low, heavy hum emanating from his chest as he growled out, “Mine.”
He crashed into her, his hands exploring her soft skin, his lips pressing against hers, his tongue pushing past her lips to claim what was his. Logan’s arms wrapped around her waist as he picked her up, turned and rushed towards the bed. Jasmine pulled his shirt off the first chance she got. She undid his belt while he kicked off his own shoes. She flipped him over, straddling him, and sat up. She moved her leg in such a way so that she could reach the garter straps, undoing them. Slowly, she rolled down the nylon stocking. It was her own hands touching her skin, but his lustful look made it almost feel as if it was his hands upon her leg. She could feel the moisture pooling between her legs, captured by the silky triangle of cloth which protected, if one could call it that, her sex. Moving again, she reversed her leg and repeated the process.
He was rock hard beneath her as he watched Jaz remove her stockings. He was doing his best to be patient, but she wasn’t making it easy. Reaching behind her, she undid the bra, using her arms to block his view of her breasts as she removed it with one hand, dangling the garment to drop to the floor, along with everything else thus far. The only thing left were her panties, which were now a tad moist, and his jeans, showing an evident, tell-tale bulge. He continued to force himself to breathe evenly, despite his heart pounding in his chest. He was throbbing underneath her and Logan was going to soon become desperate. He reached up to work one breast, then the other, her moans causing him to react with more vigor in his attentions. Half lidded, her amber eyes were dark.
Jasmine undid his jeans as he lifted his hips up so she could slide them down. He kicked them off the rest of the way to end up in a pile on the floor with the rest of their clothing. He didn’t bother to pull her panties down; he just tore them off, promising to buy her some new ones at a later date. At the moment, he only wanted to feel her soft skin against his.
She needed him to fulfill the ache deep within her core. She let him use her sex to rub against his, lubricating him and knowing soon her greatest need would be fulfilled. He flipped her over to be above her and, without any preamble, he drove himself inside her. Her slow striptease had kept him from taking her when he wanted, but as soon as she gave him the opening, Logan took it, making love to her hard and fast. It didn’t take long with the pounding pace he had set upon before she was close and ready to succumb totally to him.
She clawed at him as her need increased to the point where she was blinded to everything but the completion of their union. He didn’t slow down, thrusting into her relentlessly. He could feel her building underneath him and, when she finally gave herself over to him, they both came in a frenzied orgasm which left them both gasping for breath once it ran its course. It had been too long since they shared themselves as one, but this was the epitome of what he needed and desired most. Her. Being with her in every way imaginable. He knew, right then and there, she was his, but more importantly, he was hers. He would never want anyone else.
For the first time, he understood how his father felt about his mother. Jasmine was Logan’s everything and he would protect her with his very life. Not that he wouldn’t have previously, but something between them seemed to click like never before. Maybe because there wasn’t the threat of his losing her over the gem inside of her. Maybe because she didn’t have that albatross hanging over her head. Maybe because she felt more freedom than ever before and didn’t feel as if she were a walking time bomb.
Regardless, something changed and he felt it. They both did, and now they could live out their lives in peace, solidifying their commitment to each other. He curled around her, kissing her gently, and asked the question he had a hundred times before.
“Will you be my wife?”
This time, however, her answer changed. “Yes.”
Logan couldn’t believe he heard right and asked her to repeat it. She smiled up at him. “I’m no longer a threat to myself or those I care for. So, my answer is yes.”
“You have just made me the happiest man alive. I love you so much. Always and forever.” He kissed her again and spent the night showing her just how happy she made him.
Epilogue
Five years later:
Mel approached the door. He knew they were a bit late, but Clarissa hadn’t quite been willing to leave the infirmary just yet. She waited as long as she could before Mel barked at her to get her ass in gear.
The door swung open before he had a chance to knock, so, tugging Clarissa, he entered the vast room of Nana’s office. It was the only neutral place for this type of meeting. Nana was already seated behind his desk.
“You’re late. I don’t tolerate lateness,” Nana grumbled.
“It’s my fault. Santanya’s water broke two hours ago and I just hated leaving her. I know it’s her second child already, but you know I’m just so excited to have young ones running around the house again. My sincerest apologies for making everyone wait.”
“The birth of a first child, or the two-hundredth one, is always an exciting time,” Archanidou stated. “Your tardiness is forgiven.”
Despite their lateness, Mel and Clarissa greeted the others quickly with hugs and handshakes before Mel took his official seat at the conference table. Jasmine and Logan moved over to his mother. Jasmine’s own belly just starting to show a slight bump. Clarissa and Mel had just learned they were about to be grandparents and they could not be happier. When they found out that Shara was also pregnant, Mel told Trinity to stay away from whatever those two were drinking. He was not ready to be a grandfather to his daughter’s child, although he had to admit she was becoming radiantly beautiful as she matured, and Tyler has taken exceptional care of her, thereby keeping his balls and his wings.
Trinity was the reason they were at Nana’s chambers. Tyler stood by her side, grasping her hand firmly in his. Over the past five years, Tyler has stood by her side, helping Trinity through the nightmares and horrors she had endured at the hands of Coyote and all his scheming. He guided her into a society she hadn’t even been aware of and, though they lived very well together in the Human Realm, Tyler’s duties were calling him back to Faefardom. The meeting was to abolish the treaty between the residents of the Nether and Fae Realms. At least, in-so-far as Trinity, her family and her close friends like Shara, Mani, Santanya and Zen.
King Metheun represented the Fae faction. Most of the details had already been worked out, it was just the formalization of the new treaty yet to be accomplished.
Clarissa had a chance to look over the final document as well. Since she was Mel’s wife and listed as one of those allowed to visit Faefardom, she would be required to sign. As she looked it over, she frowned. “I can’t sign this as is.”
Mel, Nana and Metheun frowned. “May I ask why not?” Mel cautioned.
Clarissa pointed to a clause. “It states here, her parents, her brother, her friends listed and her soon-to-be niece or nephew, with an addendum to future nieces or nephews.”
Mel nodded. “And the problem?” He was becoming slightly impatient. The men had worked very hard on this treaty to have it stopped at this late date. He also didn’t relish not being able to visit Trinity in her new home.
“The problem is, it only lists her brother. Nothing about any future sisters or brothers she might have.”
Mel snorted. “I don’t think we need to worry about that now.”
Clarissa placed her hand on her own stomach and shook her head no. “I’m afraid she does.”
Everyone in the room just stared at her. Mel was aghast and speechless. Metheun barked out a laugh, startling them all. “Fair enough and easy to change.” He pounded Mel hard on the back. “You sly dog.”
Mel finally found his voice. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”
“I just found out,” she replied. “Plus, you were so worried about Trinity drinking whatever Jaz, Tanya and Shara were, you didn’t say anything about me, and I guess I found their magical elixir by mistake.” She frowned, worried he would not be happy about her pregnancy. This was certainly not how she wanted to tell him.