#stepdad!logan

One morning, Logan had walked by your open bedroom when you were changing and he stopped, catching a glimpse of you walking around in a pair of cotton panties and a camisole while you picked out an outfit for the day.

“Heading out?” Logan asked conversationally when you caught him lingering and you smiled, totally comfortable with him.

Why wouldn’t you be? You had known him long enough to know he had the patience of a saint to deal with someone like your mother. Someone beautiful yet vapid with an entitled streak in her. Apparently Logan met your mom at a bar and got her out of some trouble, she clung onto him from there on. You met him about three or so years ago when you came back for college after spending the summer in Arizona with your father. Logan was decent and kind enough and not your age which you appreciated this time, so the two of you hit it off pretty well early on.

Now, you’re changing in front of him like it’s nothing out of the ordinary.

“Yeah, just meeting a friend downtown for some coffee and thrifting.” You said as you pulled a cardigan over yourself and slipped into your jeans. “You hanging out today?”

Logan gave a small nod, not hiding how his eyes gazed over you and you bit back a small smile. “Yeah, picking up your mom after her shift at the diner.”

You can tell that he’s staring, looking at your legs and the way your shirt hugs your chest. “Wanna make out?” You ask casually, twisting your hair up and pinning it with a claw clip. “I have some time.”

You’re not sure why you said it, but after him seeing you in your panties and it not being a big deal, maybe this could fall in that same category.

So you hoped.

A smug smile graces his face like he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing out of his pretty step daughter. “Make out?” Logan asks, leaning against your doorframe as you walk towards him.

“Yeah, you’ve done that before, right?” You tease, standing on your toes and kissing him on the lips. “Like that, see?”

Logan smirks and after a moment of considering it, he leans down to kiss you again. “You’re trouble, darlin’.” He says, one hand on your waist and the other still resting against the doorframe.

Your hands splay over his firm chest, feeling the strength in his build, and you sigh against his lips. “It’s so hot.” You say with a grin, tugging a little on his belt buckle. “Can we tonight? I won’t tell mom.”

He should’ve said no. Should’ve been the adult and said it wasn’t right. Instead, Logan said, “we’ll see.”

That night, when your mom had retired to the bedroom with a glass of wine and a pack of Oreos, you and Logan stayed in the living room and made out while the movie your mom had insisted on continued to play, ignored, in the background.

“Mm, you taste like beer.” You whisper against his lips as you grind subtly against the hard erection in his sweats.

“You shouldn’t know what beer tastes like.” Logan says while cupping your ass in one hand and keeping the other splayed over the small of your back.

“I shouldn’t know what you taste like either, and yet,” You pull away, biting his lip teasingly and smirking when he growls low. “Here I am, tasting you.”

His mouth returns to yours and you moan softly, pressing yourself closer to your mom’s husband. The rush of adrenaline that the risk brings you emboldens your movements as you chase the friction between your bodies. Your hands find his hair and you tangle your fingers in it, pulling softly while he feels on your ass under your sleep shorts.

“You’re sure you want this?” He asks, one hand sliding up your shirt, the feeling of his large, warm hand on your skin makes you shiver and you nod. “Fuck it, I’m already goin’ to hell.”

From then on, it’s hard not to keep meeting up. When your mom goes to work, he’s got his tongue in your mouth and he’s lifting you onto his lap while he sits in his chair. “She’s barely out of the driveway, you caveman.” You joke into the kiss, gasping when his erection presses up into your core. “Logan!”

“I can smell how fuckin’ wet you are.” He counters, his lips moving on to your neck while he caresses your thigh. “Why don’t you be a good girl and help your old man out, huh, darlin’?” He asks, one handedly undoing his belt buckle while you nod eagerly and slide down onto the floor between his wide spread legs.

His cock springs out in front of your face and your mouth drops a little, eyes darting to look at him and back at his throbbing length. “No wonder you walk around town all confident.” You say, wrapping a hand around him and biting your lip when he inhales softly, hips shifting in his chair as you lean close and kiss the tip.

“You done this before?” He asks, one hand petting your hair as you nod while your tongue runs flat against the underside side of his shaft before circling around his tip teasingly.

“You gonna tell on me, dad?” You smirk, stroking his cock to slick him up with your saliva and he chuckles.

“Not right now.”

After teasing him a little more, licking and kissing sweetly, you take him into your mouth, stroking what doesn’t fit while you work your way into taking him deeper and deeper down your throat. Logan’s head tips back against his chair as he groans, keeping one hand on your bobbing head while the other is holding tightly onto the armrest. The claws beneath his skin itch to unsheathe, his thighs flex with self restraint, and your pretty little mouth feels so fucking warm around his cock. The sound of your wet sucking accompanied by your soft gags sends Logan to the edge quicker than expected and he growls softly as his load shoots down your throat.

“How was that?” You ask, wiping your lip with your thumb and Logan smirks, his chest rising and falling slowly while he stares at you, still sitting pretty between his knees, helping him come down with slow, long stokes of your hand.

“You’ve definitely done that before.”

Another evening, you’re in your bedroom, thighs pushed up to your chest by Logan’s weight while he pounds into you. Your mother is in the other room with a glass of Chardonnay, gossiping on the phone about a co-worker to her friend. That’s where she’s been for two hours and Logan has to get up early in the morning to open the shop. It was supposed to be a quick blowjob to help him get to sleep. Now he’s got you pinned at the edge of your bed, panting and watching the way your pussy swallows his fat cock with every thrust of his hips.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” You cry, whimpering and biting your lip as you watch his length pumping in and out of your pussy with an obscene squelching sound. “Dad, wait, I’m-”

“Shh, quietly, darlin’, come quietly.” He rasps into your ear, breathing heavily while chasing his own release, his chest parallel to yours while he holds your knees by your head. “You don’t want your mama hearing her little girl getting split open, do you?” Your head shakes, but you can’t help the dirty moan that slips out at the thought of getting caught. “Can’t have her come in and see what a slut for a daughter she’s raised.” Your core clenches around him from his degrading words and he doesn’t fail to notice, the resistance and he pulls out only to spit on your folds. His tip spreads the saliva around and he slides back into you, deeper, making you whine. “That’s it, you like it, huh? Being such a dirty girl for daddy.”

Your lower belly tightens from the intense pleasure, your eyes roll back as you nod, letting your head fall against the mattress while Logan bears his weight over you. His hairy, matted-with-slick pubes are slapping wetly against your sore, leaking pussy as he continues to whisper degrading words into your ear.

“‘M so close, fuck, please!” You gasp quietly, looking up at him with distress, begging for your stepdad to make you come while your mom continues to spread hateful rumors on the phone in the other room. “Logan, please, she’s going to hear me.”

“Then be quiet.” Logan growls warningly, one hand covering your mouth while he keeps fucking you and you cry out into his palm as your thighs tremble violently against your chest, your intense release making you fall limp while Logan fucks you through it with deep and slow strokes. “That’s it, right there, huh? Fuck, baby.”

His cock swells and you feel the hot ropes of cum filling your core, stuffing you to the brim while you moan from the feeling, the very wrong, satisfying feeling of your mother’s husband finishing inside you. Logan’s head rolls back and his grip tightens on your thighs, keeping you pinned in position as he uses you to milk himself. You realize you’ve been fisting the sheets this whole time and you relax your hands to feel on his trembling body. His firm chest rising and falling as he watches himself disappear in and out you, his cock coated in your mixed releases and clogged in the coarse hair at the base.

His eyes meet yours and you give him a tired grin before saying, “you’re welcome, dad.”

"There you are sweetheart" Logan grins, one arm drawn up as he knocks gently on the doorframe for your attention.

You sqeak quietly in suprise, head flying up from the book your reading laying open on the bed. Your gaze meets him, stood wide and tall in the threshold of your room. His denim jeans and black shirt cling tight on his body, one muscular arm sitting tucked behind his back; holding something out of view.

You roll from your spot on your belly as he saunters further in. He shuts the door while you shift yourself until you kneel carefully on the edge of your bed. "Got a surprise for you.." he trails, chucking softly at the way your eyes brighten at the comment. Ever his sweet girl. "saw this at the fair and thought of you"

You cock your head like a confused puppy as he brings his hidden arm from behind his back. With him he pulls a big stuffed bear that has got to be at least a couple feet tall. the fur is pink, fluffy and soft as he places it into your grasp with a smile.

"Dunno if its a it's a little childish, you're uh.. probably a bit old for stuffies" he says, hand rubbing at the back of his neck. "but.. thought you'd like to have him around.. You know, as a reminder when I'm not here."

You nod, eyes glossing over slightly as you begin to understand the hidden meaning in his words. your fingers play with the fur of the bears shoulders, ruffling it a little as your lip tucks under your teeth at the thought. you know he's hinting at being on missions, for when he cant take care of you.. his sweet, slutty girl. His pretty little step daughter.

His bigger fingers join yours on the bear, another deep chuckle falling from his lips. "Your mom- she was practically avoiding me any chance she got as we walked around" he continues as you smile amused, looking from him to the bear like he hung the moon. "kept tellin me to just put him in the car and, well, you know me, if I'm gonna get pushed, I might as well find a way to make it more amusing. Piss her off a bit"

You giggle quietly at his antics, at the thought of the huge gruff wolverine carelessly carrying a giant pink bear around a fair ground. How he would so willingly embarrass his girlfriend- your mom, with a gift so clearly for you; her adult daughter.

"Well i love it.. Thank you daddy!" you beam, his title, reserved for those needy moment you spend with him, rolling off your tongue before you care to stop it. Arms reaching up as high as they can in an attempt to hug at his neck. He drops down for you to reach, but your fingers still hardly clasp around the bulk of him. his chest rumbling at your excitement.

"glad you love it sweeth-" he goes to say, but you cut him off, unable to hold your want for him back any longer tonight. Your lips pressing sweetly against his, kissing him sloppy as you hang from his neck. Damn near sucking on his tongue.

He savours the taste of you, of the lipgloss that so often glistens on your lips before he pulls away to mumble warningly, fingers splaying out on your back. His head dipping to nose along your jaw. "Careful. Your mother's downstairs."

"Want me to s-stop?" you murmer, stuttering slightly at a gentle nip he leaves behind your ear. Eyeing over the grey streak in his hair your Lips pout, dainty fingers pulling logan by the back of his neck to look at you.

One of his hands glides up from your back, cupping your cheek like a fragile piece of glass. "Never. Never want you to stop kissing me sweet girl. Just.. giving you a warning that your mother's home"

"Dont care" you mumble rebelliously, shifting forward until you press against his lips again. "love you daddy"

He grins at that and you feel it pressed to your face, his scruffy beard rubbing your skin. "love you too, little one" he murmers honestly, thumb stroking your cheek as he pulls away. "More than you know.."

The hand on your back slowly drifts again until Logans got a large palm filled with your shirt covered breasts. "Look at you, so fuckin pretty. Give me a peek sweet girl?"

You nod with a breathy whimper, unwrapping yourself from around his neck and tugging the shirt up before throwing it to the floor. Logans eyes rake over your body, a groan falling free at the sight of your bare tits, eyes immediately catching onto the little barbells peaking from the sides of both, not to mention your lacy panties. Soft skin fully exposed to him without the oversized shirt hiding you from his view.

"I noticed something when I went to bed the other night" he starts, the hand on your cheek moving to your hair as he roughly tugs your head up. A bashful pink covering your cheeks; already knowing what hes about to tell you.

"My side of the bed was all crumpled up, sheets at the foot of the bed. I thought it might have been your mom but.." he stops, thumbs swiping at the buds of your nipples, already taught and sensitive around the bars from his touch.

"It smelled like you and for a moment i though it was just your perfume.." he leans down, pressing the words below your ear. ".. It wasnt your perfume though was it sweetheart?"

Your body shivers, mischief twinkling brightly in your eyes. The picture of innocence is not you, practically naked in front of your stepdad- a man who should be bedding your mother- accusing you of rubbing yourself over his pillow.

"No. No it was that pretty cunt i could smell" His touch grows rougher, fingers pinching around the supple flesh at the same moment he nips your neck again. "Just like i can now"

You cry out a little too loud as his hand dips from your chest, fingertips brushing the waist of your panties and snapping them against your skin. He shushes you quickly, pressing your face into his neck.

"had to lie there, rock fuckin hard, listening to your mom play that game on her phone until she passed out before I could finally jerk off and get myself properly taken care of.. Would've found you to help but you chose your moment to 'Stay at a friends'.. just knew I'd fuck you stupid if you were here huh?"

"M-mhm!" you nod desperately, slick beginning to make the fabric of your panties damp. The same panties his fingers begin to trace over, touch fetherlight over your cunt. "J-just wanted to play with you"

"Wanted to play with me huh? Could've just asked sweet girl, you know that.." he tuts, speaking the words so honestly. So easily, like you wouldnt be asking him to sneak out of bed and cheat on his girlfriend- on your own mother, with you again. But You know deep down he doesn't care, especially not when he touches you so perfectly. "So, how about we play a little game now hm?

"W-what kind of game d-daddy?" you question with a whine, hips rocking slightly at the feel of his fingers applying more pressure to your covered clit.

His hand pulls away from your panties as quick as it had gotten to them, the grip on your hair still tight as he makes you look at him with a dark smirk. "you're gonna ride that cute bear daddy got you and stop when i tell you. Simple redlight greenlight.. That sound okay sweetheart?

You nod quickly, letting him move you to the position he wants until your straddling the pink fur in the middle of the bed- knees pressing into the mattress. Your Lip once more bitten as you eye over the bulge forming in his jeans.

"Good girl, there you go. Make yourself feel good like you did on daddys pillow.. M' gonna stay right here" he grunts then, standing with a hand against the foot of the bed.

Your hips rock experimentally, a gentle sigh falling from your lips at the contact. The fur tickles softly between your thighs, an added sensation as your clit grinds nicely against the gusset of your panties; further drenching them.

Logan observes the way your lip remains beneath your front teeth, denting the plump skin until blood pools red beneath it. He feels his own blood rushing down to his cock at the sight- senses already overwhelmed by you as he watches your bare tits move softly with each movement.

"That feel good sweetheart?" he rumbles, shooting a smirk at you as your hips begin to wriggle quicker.

"Ye-fuck- ah.. " you whine back, chest begining to heave from the effort your putting in. The mattress squeaking softly below you.

Its then he grunts a word you dont want to hear, not with how good it feels. "Red light.."

You stop immediately, figuring if you obey he might let you off quicker, a cute little pout falling across your lips as you look up at his heft. "Good. You got it."

He lets you breathe a moment more, relishing in the praise as he shifts one large hand to the crotch of his jeans; palming roughly at the bulge there. "Green."

Your hips roll once again, wasting no time in chasing the warmth in the bottom of your belly. the wetness of your panties providing a slick streak for you to rub quicker against the bear.

Soft bucks and wiggles soon change to quick grinds and bounces, the bears leg locked tight between your thighs. One hand holding the bear in place the other teasing a budded nipple. At the pace your going, its not long before your whining out again.

"O-oh Daddy- im- m' close." you whimper in that sweet little tone. The same one you use when his cock is stretching you cunt wide around him. Desperate eyes peering up to find his dark gaze.

"Red light.." he grunts meanly, hand still rubbing thickly over his covered cock. The pleasure of observing you rising in his belly. He watches the way your thighs tremble, barely there now he's stopped you again, a telltale sign of your impending release coling up. "Good girl, lookacha getting all shakey.." logans deep chuckle shakes his shoulders, a heavy squeeze to his cock as he nods at you "start again"

Your hips continue their past pace, rougher grinds and bounces squeaking the bed as you buck quicker. The feeling of your orgasm re igniting in your gut. Your clit pulses needily, panties so soaked through by this point that the bears fur bunches wetly beneath you. Your grip on the leg white knucked as you plead out to logan, who still stands heavy at the end of the bed.

"Pleasepleaseplease- daddy.. Can i? Need ta' cum.."

"You need it sweet girl? S'that right?" he rasps, treading closer until his hand gathers your hair from the side. The pull at your scalp is tigh just as before. Your eyes flutter and its then he yanks, pushing you to open your eyes and look at him.

"Yea! God fuck please.." you sob, pace beginning to grow unsteady from the exertion of chasing your orgasm. "Feels g-good"

"Go on, green light." he nods with a growl, lips pressingjust below your ear as he does so, egging you on. "Do it. Cum on that bear like you would daddys cock.".

You cum with a high pitched whine, blood pumping white hot through your veins. Your vision spotted and ears ringing as you tremble; pelvis still grinding away chasing at the aftershocks.

Logan feels his cock throb dangerously as he watches you tremble, his own underwear soaked in slick pre. "S-shit. Cmon," logan demands then, pulling you roughly down from the bed until you meet the carpet floor. "On your knees sweetheart.. " The hand not tangled in your hair tugs at his jeans to free his cock

You watch panting as he frees himself from the constraints of his clothes, belt, denim and boxers all quickly tugged just below his heavy balls. Hand working quick over his sensitive shaft before you reach for him. "Yeaaaa thats it, thats it. Make daddy cum all over that pretty mouth. Good girl."

You only have to give one, two, three languid strokes before hot white ropes land on your tongue as he groans much too loud; shirt pulled up between his teeth in a half harted attempt to muffle it. Your hand working from the base to tip until hes grasping at you to stop.

The hand in your hair shifts, pulling at the strands as he rounds to cup your jaw, a large thumb swiping at the corner of your lips. It keeps you open as he eyes how his release coats your mouth like honey.

You're smiling at him, a knowing look from times before in your eye as he pulls his thumb away to wrap that hand around the base of your neck. "there you go, swallow it all.."

Your mouth closes, throat bobbing beneath his touch as you swallow. A small hum sounding out as you grin back, tongue peaking out again to show him.

Logan simply groans at the sight, softening cock twitching. "God you take my cum better than your mom sweet girl... C'mere. Give me a kiss, let daddy taste himself on you."

You stand quick, aided by his grasp on around your collar. Logans kisses are hungry, a clash of teeth and quiet moans. Spit stricken as he savours the remaining taste of himself from your inside your mouth; lewdly suckling at your tongue. He only dares pull away when he can tell your need for breath is becoming overwhelming.

"Did so good you know that?" he rumbles earnestly, lips pressing against your forehead softly. "always making daddy proud of his sweet girl"

You grin a bashful smile, unable to hide the heat on your cheeks, a little giggle of "thank you daddy" slipping into the air that makes logan chuckle while you watch him tuck himself back into his clothes. Quickly fixing his appearance he gives you one final peck on against your bitten lips. Quite mumblings of how 'dinner's going to be ready soon' as he bends, handing you your ealier discarded shirt and tredding towards the door.

With one final glance cast to your appearance he makes sure to remind you that you 'Just have to ask' before the door closes behind him with a soft thud.

It was late in the afternoon, you had been back from school for a while, probably scrolling on your phone or doing work in your bedroom.

Or so Logan thought.

“Kid, I’m about to order some pizza! You want in?” Your stepdad calls up the staircase, but he hears nothing. “We can do half and half. I ain’t puttin’ mushrooms all on my shit.”

Silence.

With a huff, Logan goes up the stairs and stops hustling a few feet from your door where he suddenly hears a moan that cuts through his thoughts.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

It’s you. In the privacy of your bedroom, your door not open, but not fully closed. Logan steps closer as he hears a faint wet squelching sound, and he can practically taste your sex as he smells you in the air. He hears the breathy whimpers and whines pitching in tone before he gently pushes the door and peers in through the crack.

Your legs are bent at the knees, thighs spread wide as you fuck yourself with a silicone dildo. Your breasts are covered by a rumple camisole, jiggling with every erratic motion of your hand. There’s a damp spot beneath your ass where your other hand is keeping you spread open.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” You moan softly, still trying to be quiet, arching as you pleasure yourself. Logan shouldn’t be watching you, he knows that, but fuck.

Blood rushes to his cock and he swallows the lump forming in his throat as you pick your head up to watch as the phallic toy disappears in and out of you with an obscene smacking that echoes in Logan’s head. His hand covers his cock, palming himself a little as you bite your lip, slowing down a little, letting the ridged side of the toy rub against your clit a few times before plunging it back into yourself.

“Oh, shit!” You moan as your thighs close around your hand unintentionally edging yourself, running from the overwhelming sensation. Logan watches your expression, he sees the satisfaction, but it’s mild. You don’t know how to make yourself come properly and he hates how he makes a mental note of it. “Mm.” He hears you hum to yourself, letting the dildo slide out of your pussy and setting it down on the mattress beside you. Logan watches you stretch out lazily as you smile all giddy at the ceiling before stepping away from your bedroom door.

With that image burned into his mind, Logan goes back downstairs and orders a pizza for dinner, trying not to play over the memory of you fucking yourself in your bedroom again and again while he’s counting down the minutes of the delivery.

When you come down, fully dressed in a pair of shorts and zip-up hoodie, you greet him like nothing happened - which as far as you were concerned, nothing did.

“Hey, dad, what’d we get?” You ask as you plop down at the dinner table where he’s opening up the pizza box. “Mushrooms?” You ask, peering into the box.

“On your side, got half and half.” Logan says, watching you pick your slice and lean up to thank him with a kiss on the cheek before happily bounding over to your spot on the sectional to look for a movie.

Logan can’t get the image of you out of his head the rest of the night. Not when you’ve gone to bed, not when your mom is sucking his dick in the living room, not when he’s fucking her in bed later on.

All he can think about is how your pussy looked stretched out around that sad little toy and replacing the image with himself fucking you raw until you’re begging him to stop because he’s a hell of a lot bigger than that damn dildo.

No, don’t think like that, Logan thinks to himself as he’s lying next to your mother who is deep in her REM cycle at this point in the dawn. She’s your kid, he thinks, though that thought is immediately followed by, No, she’s not, actually.

And that only makes him feel worse.

Double post day🥳 Look at me go lol

It was late, the kitchen dimly lit by the soft glow of the overhead light. Logan sat at the table, nursing a cup of coffee while Bambi’s mom, Rita, bustled around in her uniform, preparing for another long night at the diner. The silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t exactly warm, either. Logan found himself watching her, noticing how tired she looked, the lines around her eyes deepening every day. As she refilled her thermos, Logan cleared his throat. “Bambi,” He said, almost casually. “That her real name?”

Rita chuckled, shaking her head. “No, it’s Amber, actually. Bambi’s just a nickname.” She paused, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “Her dad came up with it the day she was born. Said she looked like a baby deer, all fragile and small. It stuck.” Logan nodded, staring into his coffee as Rita leaned against the counter, her smile fading slightly. “He doted on her, you know,” She continued, her voice quieter now. “When she was a baby, he was wrapped around her little finger. Used to call her his little doe.”

Logan glanced up, catching the faint wistfulness in her expression. “What happened?”

Rita hesitated, then shrugged, her tone turning matter-of-fact. “Same thing that always happens. He got tired of being tied down. Left when she was nine. Promised he’d visit, but you know how that goes.” Logan didn’t say anything, but his grip on the coffee mug tightened. He could picture it - a little girl waiting by the window, clutching a doll or a book, watching the driveway for a car that never came. It was a damn cruel thing, letting a kid believe they weren’t enough to stay for. “She never really got over it,” Rita said after a moment. “Not that she’d ever admit it. Bambi’s always been good at putting on a brave face, acting like nothing bothers her. But she doesn’t quit waiting on him.”

Logan swallowed hard, his chest tightening as he thought about Bambi at nine years old, the same hopefulness in her spirit but still so vulnerable. He realized now why she clung so tightly to the people around her, why she sought out affection so desperately. She wasn’t just naive or optimistic - she was hungry for the kind of love that made her feel wanted, like she mattered. “Must’ve been tough,” Logan said finally, his voice gruff. “Losing that kind of attention.”

Rita nodded, her eyes distant. “It was. For both of us.” She shook her head, as if brushing off the thought. “But Bambi’s resilient. She’s got her whole life ahead of her.” Logan nodded absently, but his mind was elsewhere. He thought of all the times Bambi had looked at him with those wide, eager eyes, searching for approval, for reassurance. He’d tried to keep things in check, to set boundaries, but now he saw it more clearly than ever - she wasn’t just looking for a fling or a thrill. She was looking for something she’d lost a long time ago, something she might never really find.

And God help him, he wasn’t sure he could keep pretending he didn’t want to give it to her.

Long before he ever attempted at an emotional connection with a woman, even before he came to this nowhere town he lived in now, Logan had known he wasn’t good at relationships. He’d told Rita that from the start, almost as a warning.

“I’m not the settling-down type.” He had said, leaning against the counter of her kitchen, his voice rough but honest.

Her response had been a shrug and a wry smile, as if she’d heard it all before. “Neither am I,” She had replied. “So let’s not make it complicated.”

And at first, it wasn’t. They were two people who didn’t ask much of each other, which suited Logan just fine. But now, sitting in his truck after another long day, Logan couldn’t stop thinking about how complicated it had all become - because of Bambi.

Bambi’s mom was a realist, through and through. Life had hardened her in ways Logan understood all too well. She worked herself to exhaustion at the diner, took care of what needed to be done, and didn’t waste time on dreams or wishes. She’d seen too much of life to expect anything else from it. Logan had liked that about her at first; it made things simple. No frills, no pretenses.

But Bambi…Bambi was the opposite in every way. Where her mom was pragmatic and a little sharp around the edges, Bambi was soft, hopeful, and full of energy that Logan couldn’t quite figure out. She had this way of lighting up a room just by walking into it, her optimism practically contagious. She believed in things - big, impractical things like love and happiness and the idea that people could change.

Logan thought it was naive, maybe even foolish, but he couldn’t help being drawn to it, drawn to her. He remembered the way Bambi’s face lit up when she told him about her dreams, her plans for the future - things that seemed so small and inconsequential to someone like him, yet somehow felt monumental when she talked about them.

“I’m going to save up for a little place of my own,” She’d said once, her eyes sparkling. “Nothing fancy. Just somewhere with a garden, maybe near the ocean. Do you think I could do that?”

Logan had wanted to tell her it wasn’t that easy, that life didn’t hand out rewards just for dreaming big. But instead, he found himself nodding, the corners of his mouth twitching into a rare smile. “Yeah, kid,” He’d said. “I think you could.”

Her belief in him, in herself, in everything, was like nothing Logan had ever encountered before, and it scared him because the more time he spent with her, the more he realized he wasn’t just drawn to her optimism - he needed it.

What tore at Logan most was how effortlessly she made him feel things he didn’t think he was capable of anymore. With Bambi’s mom, there were no expectations. She didn’t ask him to be someone he wasn’t, didn’t demand more than he could give, but with Bambi, it was different. She didn’t ask him for anything, yet he found himself wanting to give her everything anyway. He couldn’t stop comparing the two of them. Her mom was the kind of woman who could look at a broken glass and move on without a second thought. Bambi, on the other hand, would probably cry over it, convinced that even broken things deserved a second chance.

Logan had thought he’d wanted the former - the simplicity, the detachment. But now, he couldn’t stop thinking about the latter. About Bambi. About the way she made him feel like maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t as broken as he thought.

“I told her I wasn’t good at this shit.” Logan muttered under his breath, gripping the steering wheel as he stared out the windshield. The quiet hum of the engine filled the space, but it did little to calm his racing thoughts.

And it was true. He hadn’t expected to be good at relationships with her mom - or anyone, for that matter. The cruel irony was that somehow, he’d become good at a relationship he should’ve never had, with someone he should’ve never even considered. Bambi was too young, too naive, and too hopeful for her own good. She deserved someone better than him, someone who wouldn’t ruin her view of the world. Logan couldn’t stop himself from wanting her anyway, couldn’t stop himself from being drawn to the way she saw him - not as the screw-up he had always been, but as someone worth loving.

The kitchen was warm and quiet, the soft sizzle of burger patties on the stove the only sound other than Bambi’s voice. She was perched on a stool at the counter, swinging her legs lazily as she talked about everything and nothing all at once. Logan barely registered her words, too focused on the way her lips curved when she smiled or the way she twirled a strand of her hair around her finger.

“…and then she totally tripped over the cones during practice,” Bambi was saying, laughing at her own story. “It was so embarrassing, but Coach said - ”

Logan clenched his jaw, flipping the patty with a little more force than necessary. “You ever stop talking, kid?” He muttered, his voice gruff.

Bambi grinned, unfazed by his tone. “Not when I’ve got someone to listen to me.”

He shot her a look, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded. “You’re lucky I’ve got the patience of a saint.”

She laughed, leaning forward so her elbows rested on the counter. “Patience? You? That’s funny, Logan.”

He turned back to the stove, his hands gripping the spatula tightly. She had no idea what she was doing to him, sitting there all carefree and innocent, completely oblivious to the effect she had on him. The way her legs swung just so, the curve of her smile, the casual tilt of her head - all of it stirred something in him that he knew he had no right to feel.

“Don’t you have homework or something?” He asked, hoping to distract her, to send her away before he did something stupid.

“Nope,” She said cheerfully. “I finished it before practice.”

Logan exhaled slowly, trying to focus on the food. “Then go watch TV or something. You don’t need to sit here bothering me.”

“I’m not bothering you,” She said, her voice softening slightly as she studied him. “You like having me here.” His grip on the spatula tightened, and he didn’t answer. He couldn’t. Bambi tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with playful mischief. “You’re so grumpy when you’re hungry. It’s cute.”

“Cute,” Logan muttered under his breath, shaking his head. “I don’t think anyone’s ever called me that before.”

“Well, you are.” She grinned.

He finally turned to face her, his expression tense. “You don’t know when to quit, do you?”

Bambi shrugged, her smile never wavering. “Maybe I just like seeing how far I can push you.” Logan stared at her, his resolve crumbling with every second that passed. She was too close, too pretty, too…willing. And then she did it - tilted her head just so, her lips parting slightly in a way that made his blood run hot.

Before he could stop himself, he closed the distance between them, his mouth crashing against hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. Bambi froze for a moment, surprised, before melting into him, her hands finding their way to his shoulders. Her body leaned back against the counter as he stepped between her legs, their lips moving in synchronized motions as their bodies pressed closer and closer. Logan pulled back, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “You need to stop.” He murmured, though his hands still rested on her waist.

“I don’t want to.” She whispered, leaning closer, pecking his lips softly as she held his jaw in her hands.

“Damn it, Bambi.” He growled, but he didn’t push her away. Instead, he kissed her again, deeper this time, his frustration giving way to something far more dangerous.

They moved into the living room, their kisses growing more frantic as they tumbled onto the couch. Bambi whispered his name, her voice soft and full of longing, and every word sent a fresh wave of desire through him. Logan slid a hand up her blouse, squeezing her waist as his coaxed her lips apart with his tongue. Bambi eagerly pushed her body into his, her breathing coming fast between their mouths as she tugged desperately on his t-shirt.

And then they heard it - the crunch of tires on gravel.

Logan froze, his body tensing as the sound of Bambi’s mom pulling into the driveway shattered the moment. “Shit.” He hissed, pulling away from her and running a hand through his hair.

Bambi scrambled to fix her shirt, her cheeks flushed as she tried to compose herself. “Do I look okay?” She whispered, her voice tinged with panic.

Logan glanced at her, his expression hard. “Yeah. Just…act normal.” He said as he sat on couch beside, eyes now focused on the television.

The front door opened, and her mom called out, “Hey, I’m home!”

Logan leaned back against the couch, forcing a casual smile as Bambi’s mom walked into the room. “Dinner’s almost ready.” He said, his voice steady despite the storm raging inside him. Bambi sat next to him, her hands folded neatly in her lap, but the way her eyes flicked to him told him everything he needed to know. This was just the beginning.

The secrecy was a weight Logan carried every day, heavier with each stolen glance, every quiet moment alone with Bambi. It felt like he was walking a tightrope, and any wrong move could send everything crashing down. To keep himself steady - or at least try - he put more effort into his relationship with her mom, hoping it would drown out whatever was building between him and Bambi.

But that was easier said than done.

One evening, after a long day at the garage, Logan showed up at their house for dinner. Her mom, still in her uniform from the diner, greeted him with a tired smile.

“Rough shift?” He asked, stepping inside.

“Always is.” She said, brushing past him to set the table.

Over dinner, Logan tried to engage her, asking about work, joking about some of the customers she dealt with, but her answers were short, distracted.

Later, when Bambi retreated to her room and it was just the two of them in the living room, Logan made an effort to close the distance. He sat next to her on the couch, resting his hand on her knee. “You look good tonight.” He said, his voice low, almost a murmur.

She glanced at him, her smile tired. “Thanks, Logan.” He leaned in, brushing her hair back, but before he could kiss her, she sighed and pulled away. “Not tonight, okay? I’m just…worn out.”

Logan sat back, clenching his jaw to keep from saying something he’d regret. He nodded, forcing a smile. “Yeah, sure. Get some rest.”

As she retreated to her room, he couldn’t shake the frustration gnawing at him. The frustration that came with not really caring that she didn’t want his affection. He wanted to feel something for her - anything that could drown out the pull he felt toward Bambi. But it just wasn’t there.

It was different with Bambi. When they were alone, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in a bubble of quiet intensity.

One evening, after giving her a ride home, she lingered in the car longer than usual. “Come inside.” She said softly, her voice almost pleading as she leaned towards him.

“Bambi, we can’t - ”

“Just for a minute,” She interrupted, her hand resting lightly on his arm, eyes big with want. “Mom’s working late.”

Logan hesitated but found himself following her inside. They ended up on the couch, the TV playing some mindless sitcom in the background. At first, they sat apart, the distance between them a futile attempt at restraint. But it wasn’t long before Bambi shifted closer, her knee brushing against his.

“Something on your mind?” She asked, tilting her head to look at him while her fingers trailed down his chest, her arm sliding around his shoulders.

“Just tired.” He muttered, his gaze fixed on the TV.

Slowly, she smoothed her hand over his chest and up his neck, her fingers grazing his jaw. “You don’t have to keep pretending, you know.”

Logan turned to her, his resolve crumbling as her touch lingered. Before he could stop himself, he pulled her into his lap, his hands gripping tightly onto her waist. “Bambi, this is wrong.” He murmured, his voice strained even as his lips found hers. Bambi only moaned softly against his mouth as he held her close, her thighs clenching subtly around his hips as they kissed.

“If it’s so wrong, why does it feel so good?” She whispered into his mouth.

He couldn’t answer. Couldn’t stop, he couldn’t ever bring himself to pull away. Not from her.

Whenever they’re alone, everything changes. The boundaries they try to set when they’re around her mom dissolve. There’s no more pretending, no more feigned innocence. The chemistry that’s been building between them over the past months ignites in full force.

In the dim light of the garage, with the sounds of the outside world muted, they find themselves drawn together. It happens so easily, without thought. One minute, they’re working on a car, and the next, Bambi’s hand brushes against Logan’s, sending a jolt of electricity through both of them. He looks at her, and there’s something in his eyes - a hunger, an unspoken need - that makes it impossible for either of them to turn away.

Logan will reach out and tuck a loose strand of Bambi’s hair behind her ear, his fingers grazing her soft skin for a split second longer than necessary. He’ll say something simple, like, “You doing okay?” but the way his voice sounds - low, rough, full of things left unsaid - makes her heart race. In those moments, nothing else matters but the two of them, the unspoken tension between them thickening the air. Bambi will step closer, her breath catching in her throat. She’ll look up at him, her eyes questioning, her lips parted as if waiting for him to make the first move. And when he does - when his lips finally meet hers - it’s a kiss that burns with all the things they’ve kept buried.

Their kisses are always slow at first, tentative, as if they’re still testing the waters, unsure of what will happen if they go too far. But with each kiss, the urgency grows. Logan’s hands will roam, but only for a moment before he pulls away, like he’s still holding himself back, fighting the temptation to let it all happen. Bambi’s touch, however, is bolder, more insistent. She wants him - wants all of him - and every time their lips meet, every time his body presses against hers, she can feel the weight of the desire they’ve both been trying to ignore.

They’ll whisper things to each other in between kisses, words that shouldn’t be said. “I shouldn’t be doing this,” Logan will murmur against her lips, but his voice is thick, his breath shallow as his hands trace the curve of her back. And Bambi will whisper back, “Then why do you keep kissing me?”

“I don’t know,” Logan will admit, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. “But I can’t stop.”

They started going places where no one would see them - the edge of town, the backroads near the woods. Logan hated himself for agreeing every time, but the pull was too strong. The promise of her soft lips on his, trailing over his skin, while he held her warm body against him - it was too tempting to say no.

One such evening, they sat on the hood of his car on that backroad, a cigarette dangling from Bambi’s fingers as she stared up at the stars. “You ever think about leaving?” She asked, exhaling a stream of smoke.

“Sometimes.” He admitted, looking at her and recalling the first day they met those several months back - how different she looks now, older yet somehow still full of trouble.

“Where would you go?”

“I don’t know,” He said, looking away from her. “What about you? If you left, where would you go?”

She smiled, looking over at him. “Anywhere, as long as you’re there.”

Logan’s chest tightened, a mix of guilt and longing twisting inside him. He reached for her cigarette, taking a slow drag before handing it back. “You shouldn’t say things like that.” He muttered.

“Why not?” She asked, leaning closer, dangling her arms over his shoulders and pressing herself into him as he remained leaning against the car. “It’s true.”

Logan shook his head, but when she kissed him, he didn’t pull away. His hands trailed up her waist and he held her close, letting one hand tangle in her hair as he guided her movements to match his own. The taste of their shared cigarette and secrets intoxicating them both further as they made out long after the stars had started to fade away - much like everything else did whenever it was just him and her.

It was late, and the world outside was still. Logan and Bambi were alone in his apartment, the dim light of a single lamp casting a soft glow over the room. Rita was working a double shift tonight again, and Bambi didn’t want to be alone. They sat on his worn-out couch, tangled together in a way that felt both comforting and dangerous. Bambi rested her head on his chest, her fingers tracing the scars on his forearm, her touch featherlight. He leaned back, his arm slung around her shoulders, his other hand resting on her hip. She tilted her face up, smiling at him before leaning in for another kiss. It was slow and unhurried, the kind of kiss that made time feel irrelevant.

When they pulled apart, she nestled closer, her voice quiet but curious. “Can I ask you something?” Logan grunted softly, a sound of acknowledgment, though he didn’t meet her eyes. “What was it like…you know…being in jail?”

His muscles tensed beneath her, and for a moment, she thought he might shut her down. But then he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Which time?” He asked dryly, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

Her eyes widened. “How many times have you been in?”

“A few,” He admitted, his voice low. “Different reasons.”

“Like what?”

He shrugged, his expression unreadable. “Fights, mostly. Got into some bad situations when I was younger. Stupid stuff.”

She studied him for a moment, her fingers stilling against his arm. “Ever fight over a girl?”

His lips twitched in a faint smile, though his gaze was distant. “Once or twice.”

She perked up at that, a grin spreading across her face. “What happened?”

Logan chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Some guy was getting handsy with a girl I was seeing. Didn’t end well for him - or me. Cops showed up before I could walk away.”

Her smile grew, and she shifted so she could look at him fully. “Would you fight someone for me?”

Logan raised an eyebrow, his smirk returning. “What kind of question is that?”

“Just wondering,” She said with a shrug, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. “You know, like in the movies. The guy fights for the girl he loves.”

“Love, huh?” He teased, leaning closer.

She flushed but didn’t look away. “You know what I mean.”

He shook his head, his smirk softening into something more serious. “You watch too many movies, kid.”

“Maybe,” She said, resting her chin on his chest. “But would you?”

Logan didn’t answer right away. Instead, he brushed a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering against her cheek. “If someone came after you,” He said finally, his voice rough but certain, “Yeah. I’d fight.”

Her smile was soft now, her eyes searching his. “You mean that?”

“I don’t say things I don’t mean.” He replied, leaning in to kiss her again.

The kiss was deeper this time, more intense, as if he was trying to convey everything he couldn’t put into words. Bambi moved over him, straddling him where he sat on the couch, and he didn’t stop her. His hands roamed unabashedly over her hips while she caressed his chest, her fingers slid underneath the collar of his flannel and he sighed when her soft hands touched the skin of his collarbones. Logan let one of his hands softly rub on her thigh underneath her dress and she hummed contently against his lips at the feeling of his warm, calloused hand on her skin. When they broke apart, she rested her forehead against his, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re not as tough as you pretend to be, you know.” She said, her tone teasing but affectionate.

He chuckled, pulling her closer. “Don’t tell anyone. I’ve got a reputation to keep.”

They sat there for a long time after that, wrapped up in each other, lost in the feeling of each other’s lips and touches, the rest of the world fading into the background. For Logan, the weight of his past and the risk of their connection felt momentarily distant. And for Bambi, being in his arms felt like the safest place in the world.

One evening, Logan was working under the hood of a car when Rita mentioned it casually, almost as if she didn’t realize the weight of her words. She leaned against the doorframe of the garage, arms crossed, her lips pursed in that familiar, tired expression. “You know, Bambi’s dad called today,” She said, her voice low and almost sad. “Wants to visit, I guess. After all these years. He’s been flaky as hell, though. I don’t know what to think.”

Logan didn’t respond immediately, the mention of Bambi’s father throwing a wrench in his thoughts. He knew Bambi’s father hadn’t been around much, and that she’d always seemed to long for a relationship with him. She’d told Logan bits and pieces, how she’d tried to reach out, how he always seemed to disappoint her. “Is she expecting him to actually show up?” Logan asked, his voice rough, almost without thinking. He found himself leaning forward on the hood, suddenly more interested in the conversation than he expected.

Bambi’s mom let out a short, bitter laugh, shaking her head. “I wouldn’t bet on it. I’m just trying to prepare her for the disappointment. You know how it is…every time, he promises, but never follows through.” Logan glanced over at her, noticing the way she ran her fingers along the bottle of beer, her eyes lost in thought.

He didn’t say anything at first, not sure how to comfort her or if it was even his place to do so. He had his own scars, his own history, but hearing about Bambi’s dad, about the way she was constantly left behind, hit too close to home. “I don’t think Bambi’s going to let herself get hurt this time,” He said quietly, almost to himself. “She’s tough.”

Her mom gave him a sidelong glance. “I don’t know if that’s true. She wants him to show up. She wants him to be the dad she’s always wanted, but I can already see it coming - a broken heart.” Logan couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. He knew Bambi’s need for attention and affection wasn’t just a passing phase. She wanted something real, something she thought she could find with someone, and he could see how desperately she wanted that with him.

It was becoming harder to ignore. The lines between his past and present were blurring, between what he knew was right and what his body was demanding. The slow, deliberate way Bambi would move around him, the way her fingers lingered just a little too long on his arm, the way she leaned in when they were talking - it was all so painfully obvious now.

Rita looked at him for a long moment, the silence hanging between them. Finally, she spoke again, quieter this time. “You know, you’re the one she turns to now. Not her dad. Not anyone else. Just…you.” Logan didn’t answer right away, unsure of how to respond to that. It wasn’t something he wanted to hear, not with everything that was already starting to spiral between him and Bambi. He didn’t know if he was the right person to be in that role, but he couldn’t deny that Bambi did turn to him. He didn’t say anything else, instead returning to the engine, needing to break the tension in the air. But Rita wasn’t done.

“She’s just so…so damn hopeful. Even after all the times he’s let her down, she keeps hoping he’ll come through. I don’t know how she does it.” There was a heaviness in Rita’s voice now, a weight of years spent seeing her daughter hurt. She swallowed, her face hardening again. “I don’t know how to protect her from that anymore.”

Logan’s hands tightened on the hood of the car. He could feel that same ache in his chest - the one he felt every time he saw Bambi, every time she believed in something that was destined to fall apart. “I don’t think anyone can protect her from it,” Logan said, his voice low and almost rough. “You can’t fix what’s broken in people like that - good for nothing dads,” He stared at the car’s engine, not really seeing it. “But she deserves better.”

Rita’s eyes flicked to him, a flicker of something vulnerable crossing her face. “Yeah. I know.” She paused, taking a breath, then straightened her back, slipping back into her usual tough exterior. “But for now, I guess we just wait and see. Hope for the best, right?” Logan didn’t answer. There wasn’t much to say. The more Bambi held onto the hope that her dad would change, the more she was setting herself up for a fall. And Logan hated knowing that he was the one who’d be left to pick up the pieces when that happened.

When the day finally arrived, the house was alive with anticipation, but only from Bambi. She was dressed hours before the scheduled time in her sunflower-print dress, her hair brushed to perfection. She kept pacing from the window to the front door, peeking outside and then fiddling with small tasks to keep her hands busy. Logan had come by in the late morning to drop off the car he’d been working on, though part of him knew he wouldn’t leave right away. Something about the jittery excitement on Bambi’s face made him uneasy, and her mom had asked him to stick around. “Just in case.” She had said before heading out for her shift.

By noon, Bambi had set the table with two plates - one for herself and one for her dad. “He’s gonna be hungry after driving all this way.” She explained, beaming at Logan.

Logan nodded, swallowing his doubts. “Makes sense.”

As the afternoon wore on, the atmosphere began to shift. The table sat untouched, and the excitement in Bambi’s eyes dimmed each time she checked the clock. “He’s just running late,” She said, forcing a smile. “It’s a long drive, you know?” Logan stayed quiet, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. Every now and then, he glanced out the window too, hoping against hope that the guy would actually show.

When the sun started to set, Bambi’s smile finally faltered. She sat on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her, staring out the window with a faraway look in her eyes. “He said he was coming,” she murmured, almost to herself. “He wouldn’t just…not show up.”

Logan moved to sit on the edge of the coffee table in front of her. His voice was soft but firm. “Bambi, maybe something came up. Maybe - ”

She cut him off, her voice sharp. “No. He promised.” Her eyes brimmed with tears, but she blinked them away quickly, refusing to let them fall. “He wouldn’t lie to me.”

Logan exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “People don’t always keep their promises. Doesn’t mean it’s your fault.”

She shook her head, her voice trembling. “You don’t know him. You don’t know what it’s like to wait for someone and have them not show.”

For a moment, Logan said nothing. He thought about all the people who had let him down over the years - the father who was never around, the friends who turned on him, the world that seemed to chew him up and spit him out. “I do know,” He said finally, his voice low. “I know, Bambi.”

Bambi looked at him, her expression softening. “You do?”

“Yeah,” Logan admitted, his eyes meeting hers. “And it sucks. But it doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you. It’s on him, not you.” Bambi tried to hold it together, but eventually, the dam broke. She buried her face in her hands, letting out a quiet sob. Logan hesitated for a moment before scooting closer and resting a hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay to be mad,” He said. “It’s okay to feel like crap about it. But don’t let him make you think you don’t matter. You do.”

She leaned into him, her tears soaking into his shirt. Logan froze for a second, then wrapped an arm around her, holding her awkwardly but firmly. “I just wanted him to show up,” She whispered. “Just once.” Logan didn’t know what to say to that. All he could do was sit there with her, his hand gently rubbing her back as she cried.

By the time Bambi’s mom came home, she found them sitting on the couch, a half-empty bottle of soda on the coffee table and an old movie playing on the TV. Bambi had fallen asleep with her head on Logan’s shoulder, her face still blotchy from crying. Her mom frowned, glancing between the two of them. “What happened?” She asked quietly.

Logan shook his head, his voice low. “He didn’t show.”

Rita sighed, her expression hardening. “Figures.” She reached out to wake Bambi, but Logan stopped her with a gentle gesture.

“Let her sleep,” He said. “She’s had a rough day.”

Her mom hesitated, then nodded. “Thanks for staying with her.” Logan didn’t respond. He just looked down at Bambi, his expression unreadable. “Would you mind taking her to bed while I grab a quick shower?”

“Go ahead.” He told her, not yet moving as he watched Rita head upstairs. Once he heard the bathroom door close behind her, he carefully collected Bambi in his arms and headed up the stairs.

A part of him wondered if he should remove her dress and slip her into some pajamas, but he knew it was a bad idea. Even so, Logan couldn’t stop staring at her as she slept - she seemed so innocent like this, so sad with her tear-stained cheeks, her pouty lips.

Almost as if sensing him, Bambi stirred in her sleep and her eyes fluttered open, she smiled when her sleepy gaze fell on him and she reached a hand out for him. Logan hesitated at the threshold of her bedroom, the soft light from her bedside lamp casting a warm glow over her small, intimate space. She was sitting up on her bed now, her wide eyes looking up at him with a mixture of hope and vulnerability. “Stay,” She whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “I don’t want to be alone.”

He should have said no. He should have turned around and walked out. But instead, he nodded, stepping inside and closing the door softly behind him. “Alright,” He said gruffly, sitting down beside her. “But just to make sure you’re okay.”

She smiled faintly, her shoulders relaxing as she leaned into him. “Thank you.” She murmured, resting her head against his shoulder. Logan wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer as they sat in silence for a while. But as the minutes stretched on, Bambi shifted, her hands moving to rest on his chest, her lips brushing softly against his neck.

“Bambi,” He warned, his voice low and strained.

“Please,” She whispered, her fingers clutching at his shirt. “I just…I need to feel good, Logan. I need you.”

Her words hit him like a punch to the gut, his resolve crumbling as her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him back into the kiss. It was need, raw and desperate, and Logan couldn’t deny that he wanted to give her what she was asking for, even if he knew he shouldn’t. “Alright, baby,” He murmured, his lips trailing down her neck, over her collarbone, and lower still. “I’ll take care of you.” He let his hands roam cautiously, skimming the curves of her body over the thin fabric of her dress. Bambi gasped softly as his touch grew bolder, his palm kneading her breasts and her hip, her body arching into him, and he found himself whispering things he shouldn’t, things meant to reassure her even as they pushed them both further. “You’re beautiful, darlin’,” He murmured, his lips brushing against her jaw, her neck. “You don’t even know what you’re doin’ to me.”

She whimpered softly, her hands clutching at him as she begged again, her voice breaking. “Please, Logan. Show me. Teach me.”

He groaned, his forehead resting against her shoulder as he fought the battle raging inside him. “You don’t know what you’re askin’ for.” He said, but his hands betrayed him, slipping beneath the hem of her dress to stroke the soft skin of her thighs.

“I do,” She insisted, her voice steady despite the flush on her cheeks. “I want you, Logan. Only you.”

Something in him snapped. With a low growl, he kissed her again, slower this time, more deliberate, and she melted beneath him. He let his kisses trail downward, his hands sliding her dress up as he pressed his lips to her stomach, her hips, her thighs. And as his lips found the place where she ached the most, Bambi’s world shattered into something she’d never felt before. Logan held her together through it all, his hands steadying her, his murmured reassurances grounding her as he gave her a sensation that left her trembling and breathless. Bambi sighed, her hands gripping the sheets while his lips and tongue continued their slow, deliberate ministrations. She gasped softly as he settled fully between her thighs, his morals taking a backseat for the time being, his touch both reverent and possessive as he gave her a kind of pleasure she’d never known before. Her quiet gasps turned to moans, her hands tangling in his hair as she writhed beneath him, her body trembling with every gentle, calculated movement of his mouth. Logan’s hands gripped her thighs firmly, holding her in place as he took her higher and higher, coaxing sounds from her that made his own restraint a distant memory.

When she finally broke, crying out his name as her body shuddered in release, Logan stayed with her, his tongue lapping gently at her pulsing slit and his hands soothing her trembling thighs as she came down from the high. “Logan,” She breathed, her voice thick with emotion as she looked down at him. “That was…I didn’t know it could feel like that.”

He pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh before moving back up to cradle her against his chest. “You deserved it, baby,” He said softly, his lips brushing against her temple, though the guilt already gnawing at him. “You deserve everything.”

As she drifted off to sleep in his arms, Logan stared at the ceiling, his mind racing. He’d crossed a line tonight, one he could never uncross. It felt wrong. It felt wrong to meet Rita in her bedroom after having snuck out of her daughter’s bedroom before she came out of the shower, and yet, even as he held her that night just minutes after being with Bambi, he couldn’t bring himself to regret it.

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Thank you for your patience, kind readers! I will be making a mini masterlist for this series when it is wrapped up with the fourth chapter:)