Logan
As he waited in the living room while Shawn finished settling Charlie back in his cage, Logan stared out the window. All he saw was a swirling mess of white. Florida definitely hadn’t had anything like this.
Surely his truck could handle it, though. That’s what they were for—getting through tough terrain. Still, he kicked himself for staying so long. He should have gone back to the hotel hours ago, but damn, Shawn was just too tempting. And he hadn’t felt a spark like that for a man in…well, years if he was being truthful.
He turned at the sound of Shawn entering the room. “Charlie all set?”
“Gave him a treat. He’s eating, so yeah, he’s happy. Eating’s kind of his thing.”
Logan chuckled. “Clearly.”
Shawn stood in front of the window and shook his head. “I knew it was going to snow and I knew it was going to be a lot, but I just didn’t think it would come down so fast so early into the storm.” He raised an eyebrow. “You really think you should get out in this?”
Was he offering to let Logan stay? That was tempting. More than, actually. He studied Shawn for a moment and sighed. The guy was probably just being nice. After Bailey nearly killed Clem’s pet, Logan was probably the last person he wanted to be stuck with in a snowstorm.
He eyed the snow again and his belly tightened at the thought of driving through it. Hell, he wasn’t even prepared. Yeah, he had a good coat, but he didn’t have boots, gloves, scarf, or even a hat. Some Midwesterner he was turning out to be. He grabbed his coat from the sofa and slipped it on.
“I’ll be fine.”
Shawn eyed him skeptically and hurried down the hall. When he returned, he had a scarf, gloves, and hat. Logan started to protest, but Shawn shut him down with a glare.
“Yes, Daddy,” Logan said playfully as he slid on the gloves.
“Don’t call me that,” Shawn muttered.
“Oops. You like it the other way around? You looking for your own daddy?” Logan had only been teasing, but by the way Shawn’s cheeks burned red, he was pretty sure he’d just hit the nail on the head. Interesting. The cute single dad had a daddy kink. God, that would be fun to explore. Unfortunately, Mother Nature had other ideas and he knew his window of opportunity for making it back to the hotel was closing by the minute.
At the door, he felt a little awkward. He’d had fun, but it wasn’t a date, so he really couldn’t hug the guy, could he? Fuck it. He wrapped his arms around Shawn and pulled him close, his chin resting on the top of the man’s head. Warmth spread through him and Shawn leaned in, sighing. Logan smiled. He might have been getting mixed signals all day, but Shawn was definitely feeling the pull, just as Logan was. He’d decided to ignore that comment at dinner about hook-ups. Logan was pretty good at reading signals, and Shawn was definitely interested in more than that. He’d bet money Shawn was just trying to protect himself.
When he let go and stepped back, Shawn’s gorgeous blue eyes took him in, and a slow smile spread across his face.
“I better get going.”
“Do you have a scraper?”
He laughed. “I may be a newbie, but I at least know to have an ice scraper in the truck. Andrea ordered me to get one,” he admitted, glad he’d listened to her.
“Why don’t you leave Bailey here while you get the truck warmed up?”
Logan nodded. “Thanks.”
Logan opened the door, letting in some wickedly cold air, then hurried into the storm. His feet slid a few times in the fresh snow before he finally reached his truck. He climbed in and shivered, eager to get the engine running.
He slid the key into the ignition and turned. Nothing. Shit. He tried again. Nothing. Shit again. He stared straight ahead and grimaced at the windshield, completely covered in snow.
He tried again and wanted to scream. This was his fault. The engine light had been on most of the week, but he’d figured he could look at it over the weekend. Apparently, he was too late. The truck was dead. In the snow. In the middle of a storm. In Shawn’s driveway.
His head fell against the headrest and he closed his eyes. What the hell was he going to do? Of course, his house was right next door. And the heater was working. But he had no furniture, no food. At least he had a new bag of Bailey’s dog food. There were no other options. He’d have to suck it up and spend the night—possibly the weekend—at the new house, sans supplies.
Logan trudged back through the snow, coming down even thicker, and was surprised to see Shawn swinging open the door for him. He stomped his feet on the stoop, trying to get off some of the snow, then stepped inside.
“Come on, Bailey. Let’s get going.”
Logan looked at him incredulously. “Go where? You’re truck’s dead.”
“I figured we could camp out at my house. The heat’s on.”
“You have no food, no bed, no blankets. We’re in the middle of a snowstorm, Logan.”
He shrugged. “I’ll be fine.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. You’re staying here,” Shawn announced, looking none too happy about it.
“You’re kind of bossy when you’re pissed.”
Shawn narrowed his eyes. “I’m not pissed. I’m…irritated.”
“That I’m going to stay here?”
“That you would think I would let you stay in an empty house with no supplies. Seriously? Listen, I realize you don’t know me, but I’m not that kind of person. I would never literally put someone out in the cold.” Shawn leaned against the front door, and shook his head. “Now take off your shoes, and if your socks are wet, I’ve got some you can wear.”
His feet were slightly wet. And cold. He wanted to say “thank you,” but he was a little afraid to speak for fear of another lecture, so he nodded. Shawn turned on his heels and headed down the hallway. Logan grinned at Bailey, lounging on the sofa as if he’d known all along he wasn’t going anywhere. Logan slipped off his shoes and set them by the door, then peeled off the wet socks before he padded over to join Bailey.
He flopped down and rested his hand on Bailey’s back. “If we had to be stuck somewhere, this is definitely the place to be, boy.”
Bailey’s tail thumped the cushion in agreement and Logan ran his fingers through his soft fur. “No chasing hamsters, though. Got it?”
The dog looked at him as if to say he couldn’t guarantee anything.
Logan laughed. “Don’t blow this for me. I think I really like this guy.”
Bailey huffed and closed his eyes. Apparently he had better things to do than talk about feelings. Things like sleeping on a soft and comfy sofa. Logan wondered if this was where he’d camp out.
Shawn came back and tossed him a pair of socks.
Logan smiled. “So how long you think this’ll last?”
Shawn picked up the wet socks and looked at him, eyes wide. “Um, what do you mean? Us? We haven’t even kissed. That’s kind of a weird thing to ask.”
The guy’s rambling was adorable. Logan should have corrected his misunderstanding, tell Shawn he’d meant the storm, but he couldn’t help himself. He pulled Shawn onto the sofa. Logan leaned in, barely brushing his lips against Shawn’s. Sparks skittered across his skin and he swallowed Shawn’s low moan when he covered the man’s mouth with his.
The man’s lips were warm and soft, but the kiss was hard. Hot. Greedy. They went from zero to one-hundred in a second, and Logan cupped Shawn’s face in his hands, the stubble scraping his fingers. The scent of musk and something like cinnamon filled his nose, and he breathed in Shawn and deepened the kiss.
Their tongues danced as Logan tugged Shawn’s shoulder. Shawn got the message and deftly straddled Logan’s lap, their chests pressed against one another, and what had started as a simple kiss became an all-consuming heat guiding them. Hands moved everywhere, and soon, shirts got tossed to the ground. When he laid eyes on Shawn’s toned chest, Logan growled.
Their eyes met and Logan remembered the daddy comment. He’d never role-played that particular theme, but the idea of Shawn calling him “daddy” made him rock-hard. He slid his hand into Shawn’s hair and held tight. Shawn’s gasp let Logan know he was on to something.
“What would you do if I ordered you to strip? Would you be a good boy?”
Shawn eyes darkened and his cheeks flushed. “Yes,” he whispered.
“Yes…?” he pushed. He wanted to hear the words.
“Yes, Daddy. I’d…do anything you ordered me to,” Shawn said shyly, but kept his eyes on Logan’s, desire emanating from him.
Holy fuck, that was hot.
Bailey barked and they both turned.
Logan laughed. “I think he’s trying to figure out what the hell is going on.”
Shawn gave a shaky laugh himself and started to slide off Logan’s lap.
But Logan grabbed his wrist. “Where are you going?”
“Umm…” His eyes flicked toward Bailey. “I thought…”
Logan grinned. “I’ve wanted to kiss you all day, and now that I have, and it was even better than I imagined, you’re staying right here.”
Shawn smiled back, their lips only centimeters apart, and Logan felt the hot breath on his skin. “You’re bossy. It’s hot.”
Bailey barked again.
Shawn laughed. “I think Bailey agrees. But…maybe we should take things a little slower.”
Logan traced his finger along Shawn’s jawline and down his neck. “I get it. But just how slow are we talking?”
Shawn let his head fall back. “God, I like when you touch me.”
“That’s good, because I’ve just recently realized how much I like it and I plan on doing it a lot.”
Shawn brought up his head and stared at him. “But we’re going to be living next door to each other and that could be…complicated. I know…I’m jumping ahead. We just met. One night of hot sex could be all there is to this. Which normally…would be…well, awesome, actually. But I have a daughter…”
“And I’m going to be your neighbor.” Logan sighed. “I get it. I do. And to be honest, I admire you for it.”
Shawn offered a tentative smile and slid off his lap, sitting on the sofa and leaning back with a sigh. Logan immediately missed having the guy on his lap. He faced Shawn and reached for his hand. When Shawn threaded his fingers with Logan’s, Logan’s heart swelled. Something was happening between them. Was there such a thing as love at first sight? Was it the storm? The nearness?
He stared into Shawn’s gorgeous blue eyes and knew the answer. There was a lot to figure out, but they met today for a reason. He’d never been surer of anything. His skin tingled and his heartbeat roared in his ears as images of a future flashed in his mind. He and Shawn cuddling on the sofa. Clem sharing her homework with them. The three of them taking Bailey to the park. Picnics. Family events. A second dog. Smiles. Happiness. Love. It was all so clear, and for once, he was at a loss for words. Shawn wasn’t, though.
“Shit!” He pulled back his hand and stood. “What the hell was that?”
Logan blinked, the movie playing in his head switching off. “What?” Had he upset Shawn?
Shawn paced the living room. “Didn’t you feel that tingling between our hands? Like electricity?”
“Oh. You felt that, too?”
Shawn’s eyes widened. “Holy shit. You actually did feel it?”
Logan nodded, not sure where Shawn was going with this.
“Did your heart race?”
Logan smiled slowly. “My heart’s been racing since I met you.”
Shawn blushed, but shook his head. “No, seriously. Did it?”
Logan nodded again. “Yes.”
Shawn took a deep breath. “Did you see…a future?”
Shit. What? Logan sat up straighter. “You saw that…the cuddling—”
“Picnics…the park with—”
“Bailey. And a second dog.”
“A second dog.”
They stared at each other until they both chuckled nervously.
“It was so…” Shawn shook his head.
“Intense. Real?”
“Yeah.”
Shawn finally quit pacing and sat on the sofa. “What…what does that mean?”
Logan grinned and reached for his hand again. “I think it means that your hamster is a matchmaker and the universe decided if we were too stupid to figure out the message, it would just make sure we were snowed in together.”
Shawn laughed, but rolled his eyes. “I’m fairly certain Charlie couldn’t care less about my love life.”
“Maybe. But I admit, I’m pretty interested in your love life.”
Shawn’s eyebrows raised.
“Actually, I’m interested in everything about you, Shawn.” Logan trailed a finger down the middle of Shawn’s chest, smiling when the man shivered. “For instance, what’s your favorite food?”
Shawn trembled more as Logan’s finger traced along the waistband of his jeans. “Um…I like…um, pepperoni pizza.”
Logan tucked his fingers into Shawn’s waistband, tugging him closer. “Pepperoni pizza? I’m a supreme pizza man, myself. But pepperoni is a close second,” he murmured, their gazes holding.
“Supreme?”
“What’s your favorite color?” Logan used his other hand to cup Shawn’s cheek, stroking his skin.
“Green. I-I like green.”
“Purple.”
“Purple?”
Their lips were so close, Logan could feel Shawn’s breath on his. “Uh-huh. I have a tattoo of paw prints…in purple.”
“You do?”
“You’ll have to find it if you want to see it, though.”
Shawn swallowed hard as Logan claimed his lips, wrapping him up in his arms, reveling in the feel of their heated skin pressed together. Shawn’s mouth opened and Logan’s tongue swept in, tasting the sweetness. He couldn’t get enough, and before he knew it, he had Shawn under him, moaning. Bailey’d jumped down with a huff and made himself comfortable on the floor. Shawn’s hands roamed his back, and Logan couldn’t remember ever enjoying another man’s touch as much as he did Shawn’s.
Their sweet kiss turned feverish and wild until Shawn pulled away his head. “We need to slow down.”
“Why? We can’t disappoint the universe,” Logan whispered, his hand winding into Shawn’s hair and stroking.
“No. I need to slow down. I haven’t been this ready this fast since I was a teenager.”
“That’s so fucking hot, Shawn. Don’t hold back.”
“Seriously, Logan. I’m going to come in my damn pants.”
Logan gyrated his hips and moaned when their hard lengths slid together. He pressed a soft kiss to Shawn’s lips. “Come with me, Shawn. Just let go. I want to make you come.”
Shawn threw his arms around Logan and pulled him in for a kiss, and within seconds they were thrusting together, moaning, kissing, hands on skin. When Shawn cupped Logan’s ass, the heat from his hands nearly burned his skin and he almost lost it. But he wanted to push Shawn over the edge first. He placed hot wet kisses down his cheek and neck and the little high-pitched mewls coming from Shawn grew louder.
“Come for me, Shawn. Such a beautiful boy. Show me how good you feel.”
Shawn thrust up hard and cried, “Yes!” His body froze and he moaned loud and deep as his release came.
Logan watched the passion flash across his face and he knew he’d never forget the first time he’d seen Shawn come. He gave in to the pleasure himself and felt the wet heat jet out of him as bliss rippled through him, wave after wave.
“Shawn…Shawn,” he murmured. “So good.”
They finally fell back to Earth and found themselves staring into each other’s eyes. “God. You’re beautiful, Shawn.”
A blush covered the man’s cheeks and Logan’s heart flipped. There wasn’t anything he didn’t like about Shawn. He kissed Shawn and they held each close for a few minutes until they needed to get out of their clothes, which, of course, led to sharing a shower, which led to the bedroom.
Logan decided he very much liked snowstorms if he could spend the time with Shawn.