Chapter Two

Morning light spilled through the curtains, and Aria woke to the smell of coffee drifting up from the kitchen. Logan's side of the bed was already empty, the sheets cool. She stretched, one hand finding her stomach out of habit, and made her way downstairs.

Claire stood at the stove, humming to herself as she flipped pancakes, her robe traded for a soft sweater, her hair pulled back neatly. If anyone had asked, they would have said she looked like a woman who'd slept peacefully through the whole night.

"Morning, sweetheart," she said brightly, glancing over her shoulder. "Sit, sit. I'm making pancakes."

"You didn't have to do all this," Aria said, easing onto a stool at the island.

"Nonsense. You're eating for two." Claire slid a plate in front of her and turned back to the stove.

Logan sat at the table already, a mug of coffee in front of him, his eyes on his phone. He looked up when Aria sat down.

"Morning," he said, something careful in his voice.

"Morning. You get up early?"

"Couldn't sleep." He took a sip of his coffee, his gaze flicking toward Claire for half a second before dropping back to his screen.

Aria didn't notice. "So, what's the plan for today?" she asked Claire. "I was thinking I could finally finish the nursery."

"I'd love to help with that," Claire said, sliding into the seat beside her.

Across the table, Logan stood and carried his mug to the sink. "I should get to the office."

"This early?" Aria asked.

"Big week," he said, pressing a quick kiss to the top of her head. "I'll see you tonight."

"Love you."

"Love you too."

He grabbed his keys and left, the door clicking shut behind him.

The moment it closed, the warmth drained from Claire's face. Her jaw tightened, her eyes fixed on the door, the memory of the night before rising in her, the way he'd pulled his hand back when she was already in the mood, and left her sitting alone in that room.

"You okay, Mom?" Aria asked, catching the shift.

Claire blinked, and the softness returned instantly. "Fine, sweetheart. Just tired."

Aria nodded, pushing her empty plate aside. "I have my checkup today. Coming with me?"

"I think I'll stay and get started on dinner for tonight," Claire said, already clearing the dishes.

"You don't have to do that."

"I want to."

A little while later, Aria went upstairs to change. Alone in the kitchen, Claire's eyes drifted to the phone left charging on the counter. She picked it up. It was already unlocked.

She opened the messages with Logan and typed quickly.

*Hey, can you swing back home for a few minutes before I leave for checkup today, Need to talk to you about something.*

*Everything okay?* came the reply almost instantly.

*Yeah, just come back quick. Won't take long.*

*On my way.*

Claire set the phone back exactly where she'd found it, right as Aria came down the stairs, bag over her shoulder.

"You look like you're in a rush," Claire said lightly.

"I hate being late for these appointments." Aria grabbed her keys. "Sure you don't want to come?"

"Go on, go." Claire waved her toward the door with a smile. "Drive safe."

Aria kissed her cheek and left.

Twenty minutes later, Logan's car pulled back into the driveway. He came through the front door fast, calling out as he crossed the living room.

"Aria?"

No answer.

He checked the kitchen, then the living room, worry tightening in his chest with every empty room. He climbed the stairs two at a time. "Aria, where are you?"

Still nothing.

He reached the bedroom door and paused at the sound of running water in the bathroom beyond it. Relief loosened his shoulders for a moment, thinking he'd find her there, and he pushed the door open.

Claire stood under the water, and Logan froze in the doorway, the realization landing slowly that the house was empty except for the two of them.

"Where's Aria?" Logan's voice was sharp, urgent, his hand still on the door. "She texted me a few minutes ago, said something was wrong. Where is she?"

Claire didn't flinch "That was me," she said simply.

Logan stared at her. "What?"

"I sent that text. From her phone." She pushed a strand of wet hair back from her face, meeting his eyes. "Aria's at her appointment. She has no idea I did it."

"Why are you doing this" he asked face to face with her, his height towering over hers.

"What do you think I am doing?" Claire asked in a flirty voice unable to compose herself, he hadn't even touched her yet and she was already a wet mess.

"Do you want to me to fuck you, Claire?" he asked in a husky voice.

" I want you to fuck me real hard Logan," she said in a low tone.

Logan immediately unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the floor, in a few seconds his clothes were completely off. Claire almost drooled starring at his body, his muscular body and the vein running through his hands and his dick sprang free, it was long and thick and hard as steel and throbbing for her. Claire licked her lips

He stared at her big boobs for a while, then grabbed her by the waist and his face got closer to her neck, he sniffed slightly taking in her scent of her soap and immediately pressed her body to his.

Claire reached out for his dick, she slowly stroked it up and down, her hands moved over his balls gently before giving them a little squeeze. She went down on her knees, his dick on her face, she could see the veins bulging out of it and precum dripping out of the tip. she grabbed it hungrily and shoved it in her mouth.

Claire bobbed her head up and down his thick meaty shaft sucking and licking while her hands stroked his shaft in the same motion.