REFLECTIONS OF US (Brighten Magic Academy Book 3) Read online

  Thanks to her, I was confident in our relationship, and with the support of both my parents, I couldn't care less about what the world thought.

  Mother loved the guys and Dad had already been protective of them since he'd started checking in on me without my knowledge.

  One day I'd finally get to introduce him in person.

  Sadly, today wouldn't be that day...but soon.

  "You best be going, Jewel. Guard rounds happen any minute now," Father pointed out.

  "Yes, Dad. I'll be back soon. I love you."

  "I love you more, Jewel. Be a sweetheart and please, get some rest. You look exhausted."

  "I will. Meredith stressed that I should relax and at least sleep a few hours. We're going to be professors soon. Can't look like a zombie now."

  The proud expression on his face made my heart ache. "I'm so proud of you, Jewel."

  "Thanks, Dad. Be safe for me," I whispered.

  My eyes slowly closed, the last image of my father's smiling face engraved into my mind.

  * * *

  I felt like I was standing, and a pair of hands rested on my shoulders.

  I opening my eyes slowly, revealing a calm Logan; his golden eyes were locked onto me while his long blond hair with black highlights flowed loosely down his back and shoulders.

  "Hey," I said softly with a small smile.

  Relief formed on his face and he reached out to wipe the single tear that escaped my left eye.

  "Hey, my Precious Jewel," he replied.

  My heart warmed at his low voice, reminding me how much I'd missed him. Even though we were a team, our recent missions had been all over the place and I'd rarely seen him.

  We didn't exchange words as my red eyes locked onto his before I took a step forward into his arms and rested my head on his right shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly.

  "Dad's okay?"

  Logan always made sure to ask about my father whenever I came out of my zoned out state.

  Unless I was weak or unwell after coming out of it.

  That was when my health would be his priority, but seeing as I physically looked okay, that was the next question of importance.

  "Ya. I...just wish we could do more," I mumbled into his Elite uniform.

  His was similar to mine but was in a black and gold combination, which fit his magic.

  He didn't normally wear his coat, but because we were on school property and had appearances to keep, it was mandatory to play our role in full uniform.

  "I know, Jewel. We still have time. We're so close to the final stage of planning. Just a few more weeks and everything will be set," Logan whispered as he rubbed my back.

  I hugged him tightly, deciding not to focus on the topic any longer. Father was alive and safe for now.

  We needed to focus on doing well in our final year so that we'd get to finalize our plans and get him out.

  "I missed you," I admitted.

  "You don't even know how much I've missed you, Precious," Logan replied.

  We pulled out of our hug and his hands wrapped around my waist.

  I lowered my gaze to his lips, wondering when was the last time we'd actually kissed.

  "When-"

  "Two missions ago when you thought I was gonna die because my hand was slipping from your grip when we were 75 feet above the icy waters in the AlteraU." Logan read my mind before I could speak my thoughts aloud.

  Before I could reply, his lips pressed against mine, closing the distance between us.

  His arms tightened around my waist and pressed me against him.

  My arms that rested on his shoulders moved to encircle his neck, while my fingers ran through his long locks.

  I don't know how many times I've told Logan this, but I was loving his long hair.

  He got tired of cutting it all the time between missions and decided he'd cut it once we returned for our third year, but I was digging it and I'd already enforced that if he cut it we wouldn't have sex for a month. Maybe more.

  Needless to say, he promised he wouldn't cut it except for a little trim of the split ends was good enough for me.

  I wasn't the only one who would have been upset if he cut his hair. His partner in justice, Nixon, wouldn't have it either.

  We both leaned back to catch our breath and Logan gave me a peck on the lips before pulling me into another hug.

  "You look like you'd make good use of a nap," he declared.

  "I can't look that bad," I replied, extracting myself from his hold. After slipping my left hand into his, I tugged his arm to make him follow me to the kitchen sink.

  "Pretty bad when you take away the glamour," Logan noted.

  "How'd you know I was using glamour? Were you spying on me, Mr. Cross?" I teased.

  Opening the tap, I reached out for the water, but Logan grabbed my wrist, stopping me from what I wanted to do.

  Turning my head to look over my shoulder, I saw his grin and twinkling golden eyes as he let go of my hand and maneuvered me to stand next to the sink.

  "I'll do it."

  "I can use magic just fine, Logan."

  He grinned, putting his hands under the tap to gather a pool of water.

  As he closed his eyes, his hair began to glow, the gold and black strands slowly lifting upward as the magic emanated from him.

  "Mirror of water, reveal thy truth," Logan whispered, turning around to toss the water outward.

  He turned back to close the tap, and I watched the droplets of water be surrounded by a golden light before they began to gather in a ball, growing bigger until an oval water-like mirror formed opposite of me.

  I frowned at my reflection, noticing the bags under my eyes and my rather pale complexion.

  I totally didn't look like the badass confident Elite leader who was walking down the school halls like it was nobody’s business.

  "See?" Logan pointed out as he snapped his fingers, his eyes shifting to a light orange thanks to his magic usage.

  The water began to dissipate, turning into steam as it began to float upward until it disappeared.

  Leaning against the counter, I crossed my arms. "Alright, I look like shit. You have to at least praise me for looking the bomb at school. Seeing as you were stalking me."

  "Monitoring is different from stalking," Logan pointed out, walking over to face me. He placed his hands on the side of the counter, pinning his body against mine as he stared at me.

  Since I was still wearing my shoes, we were almost the same height, his 6'2 frame helping us stay at eye level.

  "It's the same shit." I giggled.

  Taking a good inhale of his caramel scent, I leaned in and gave him a soft kiss. "This feels like deja vu."

  "Hmm. Does it?" he mumbled. His hooded eyes stared into mine, and his hands moved to press against my hips as he leaned in to kiss me.

  My moan was soft, and I didn't hesitate in deepening the kiss, desperately wishing the furniture was here so I could enjoy some pleasurable fun with Logan.

  We somehow always took advantage of the couch, whether it was here during our first year or at the Elite base where we really needed a quick fucking before a mission.

  With no couch now, that meant either attempting to go upstairs or fucking right here and now. Both were good options, but I was impatiently leaning towards the second one.

  "No couch today," I murmured against his lips.

  "Do we need one?" Logan's husky voice told me he understood exactly what I wanted, which only made my body pulse with desire.

  "No," I whispered, kissing him once more.

  His hands expertly lowered my leggings down to my hips.

  Logan broke the kiss and slowly leaned down to remove my leggings and shoes, before rising up to take off his shoes and tossing the coat somewhere, which made me giggle.

  "You hate that coat so much."

  "It's annoying and heavy," he grumbled before he pulled off his shirt.

  A pleased smile formed on my lips before I shrugged off my coat as well and lifted my crop top over my head.

  Logan admired my body, his gaze strolling from my breasts that were held up by a maroon bra to my thong, which made him grin.

  "I thought you hated thongs."

  "Anything else shows right through these silly leggings that are as thin as plastic wrap."

  He chuckled at my comment and raised a brow. "Need some assistance getting rid of it?"

  "I'd love that,” I purred.

  His hands tugged on the wraps and, with ease, lowered them to the ground, allowing me to pick up my feet so he could toss it somewhere and causing me to giggle again.

  "You just toss what you hate and gently put everything else of value away?" I questioned.

  Logan grinned and stood up, unbuckling his pants and sliding them and his boxers down his legs.

  "Pretty much." He snapped his fingers.

  Magic flowed past me and, within a blink of an eye, our discarded clothes were gone.

  "Laundry?"

  "Currently in the washer." He winked.

  "What about my bra, silly?" I was trying not to laugh at his haste, but his thoughtful actions were hilarious.

  "I'll get to it later." He shrugged, and in one quick swoop I was sitting on the counter with my legs spread and Logan standing right against the countertop.

  He leaned forward until our lips barely touched.

  "I'm not going to rush pleasing you, Jewel. I have to make sure you know just how precious you are."

  My heart skipped a beat and my pussy clenched at his words, knowing quite well where this was going and anticipating Logan's head between my legs as he sucked me up with that amazing tongue of his.

  I didn't let him speak another word, closing the distance between us as I smashed my lips against his and enjoyed the rather forceful kiss.

  Logan's hand slid into my hair while the other hand rested on my right thigh. His tongue slipped into my mouth, taking the dominant stance in our heated exchange.

  My overwhelming need for him grew and I pressed my inner thighs against Logan's legs, which made him break the kiss to chuckle.

  "Impatient, are we?" he growled, giving me another kiss.

  He moved down to my neck, and I gasped when he sucked and nipped at my hot flesh.

  We both knew he wouldn't stop until a very prominent love bite was left behind, and I was all for it, loving the sensation it always brought me to feel Logan's lips sucking my flesh and his teeth leaving imprints onto my tingling skin.

  He unclipped my bra, removing it to give my breasts the attention they desired. They were hard and ready for his expert tongue, and I’d known Logan long enough to know he wouldn't disappoint.

  My head fell back and a long moan left my lips as Logan's hot mouth took in my right breast. He began to massage and play with my left one, and my body shivered at his ongoing touch and teasing.

  "Logan." I gasped when he flicked my nipple and switched to taking in my left breast while his free hand began to fondle my right breast.

  I didn't know if I had any more patience to spare, my pussy begging for some relief.

  "Logan, please." My breathy moan was enough to pause Logan's teasing and he chuckled.

  "I love when you moan my name, Precious," he whispered against my flesh.

  He sucked my nipple one last time before he began leaving sweet kisses down my abs.

  I leaned back, resting my hands against the marble surface of the counter and letting my head relax against the cupboards.

  My eyes remained glued on Logan, and I watched as he reached my lower stomach and his hands brushed along my inner thighs.

  He spread my legs out further and he licked his lips slowly before his gaze lifted to meet my pleading eyes that were probably dilated with lust.

  "I also love what I do to you," he said softly and, without hesitation, his mouth was doing its work on my wet pussy.

  "Ah." I gasped, my body growing sensitive just with the simple touch.

  He slipped his tongue inside me and my eyes rolled back as I moaned, moving my hips slightly upward for him to slide his tongue deeper.

  He pulled back and I was ready to tell him not to stop, but two fingers easily slid inside me, prompting another moan from me.

  "So wet for me, Jewel. Did you miss me so?" Logan's hot breath teased my clit as his fingers began to pump in and out.

  My muscles gripped around his fingers that thrust deeply in and out, and I didn't know if I could hold back my orgasm.

  "Logan...I..." I breathed, but couldn't finish, my body quaking at his fast rhythm.

  Logan's low chuckle was the only response I got before he pulled his fingers out suddenly.

  I growled and lifted my head to show him my frustrated expression, but his lips sealed mine and his ready cock slid right into me, which made me gasp into his mouth.

  His tongue shot into my mouth, and I could taste my lingering arousal. The sweetness and the movement of his hips as he began to deeply thrust inside of me was the perfect balance of pleasure.

  It wasn't long before I hooked my legs around his waist and his hands rested on my hips to keep me still as he increased his pace, fucking me hard and deep while our lips were locked in an overpowering kiss that muffled our moans.

  My body was pulsing with growing pleasure, and as the tingles began to creep upward from my toes to my legs, I knew I was going to climax at any moment.

  Breaking the kiss, I gasped and moaned uncontrollably as I tried to hold off my soon to be orgasm that was building inside me, ready for me to let go.

  "I missed hearing your moans, Precious. Your pussy is so tight and hot. So fucking good." Logan groaned, his exhales just as uneven and rapid as mine.

  We were both quaking and I couldn't hold it anymore; I arched my back and cried out.

  "LOGAN!"

  My pussy squeezed and rippled around his cock as I climaxed, my whimpers following as my body shook uncontrollably.

  Logan quickly wrapped an arm around my waist to keep me up, but it didn't slow him down as he jammed his cock so deeply that I gasped while my pussy clenched around his length.

  "JEWEL!" he growled, and with one last deep thrust, he exploded inside me, jet after jet filling me.

  I moaned, letting my body rest against Logan. He wrapped his other arm around my waist and pulled me into a hug as I tried to catch my breath.

  "Fuck, Logan...." I breathed, now feeling how exhausted I truly was. "Is sex always this tiring?"

  Logan chuckled with his cock still inside me, which was making it rather difficult to concentrate.

  "Not really, but you've barely slept. I think it was a good way to remind you of that nap you're supposed to take." He kissed my neck a few times, leaving a trail of kisses along the top section of my left shoulder as I continued to rest against him.

  "Stalker."

  "Monitoring," he countered.

  Unhooking my legs from his waist, I had enough strength to lean off of Logan so that he could pull himself out.

  Once he did, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me princess style upstairs to our old room.

  I was fighting off sleep, but I couldn't help taking a peek at our room that had also been re-designed in a classier style.

  Even with the upgrade, they had given us a new bunk bed and a King size bed, which was almost in the same place as our old bed.

  Logan lowered me onto the white sheets of the bed before he gathered the black blanket to cover my naked body.

  "Where are you going?" I asked, my eyes too heavy to keep open as I relaxed into the comfortable sheets.

  Logan's lips pressed lightly against mine before whispered in my ear. "To clean up. Don't want to tease the others with my smooth advances."

  "Smooth," I repeated with a weak giggle. "Come back after."

  "To cuddle? Will do." He kissed my cheek and I heard his footsteps fade.

  I tried to stay up, but I was losing the battle. It wasn't until an arm wrapped around my waist and the scent of caramel returned that I realized Logan was back.

  "Logan," I muttered.

  "Shh. Go back to sleep," he whispered.

  I could help but turn in his hold until my head rested against his chest and I could hear his calming heartbeat.

  "I love you....so much."

  I had no idea if it came out that way, but Logan's chest vibrated with a low chuckle.

  "I love you even more, Jewel. Sleep well."

  If taking everyone's advice meant I'd get to spend a few weeks of downtime with my men, I guess I'd take every moment I could get to enjoy their comforting presence in my life.

  A nice little break before the coming storm.

  "You guys let me sleep for an entire day?! ONE FULL DAY. I could have been productive or something." I walked over to the electronic screen on the wall as I decided what I wanted to eat for brunch.

  Yes, brunch because I'd slept like a log for a good 24 hours and no one wanted to wake me up for the sake of my beauty sleep.

  Arms wrapped around me and smooth lips pressed against my neck. I sighed and inhaled deeply to enjoy the Irish soap scent.

  "Braxton. Don't sway me with your hugs and sex appeal. I'm still upset."

  "I don't think that's the right way of saying, I missed you Braxton Park and I really just want to make out." Braxton's deep voice tickled my skin and I giggled.

  Stopping my attempt at figuring out what I wanted, I turned in his embrace to face my 6'6 giant.

  One look into his green eyes and I lost my resolve at being angry at him and Maximus who was working on making some broccoli cream soup to keep us appeased long enough.

  Hooking my arms around his neck, I pulled him down for a deep kiss.

  "I missed you, Braxton Park, and I would love to make out after we get some food," I teased.

  He smirked and gave me a quick kiss on my lips. "I guess that can be arranged."

  "Move aside and let me kiss her already. You had all of the last mission to give her love." Maximus strode over to us and my grin widened.

  "Aww, my Maxi missed me even more?" I purred, and he grinned.

  Braxton rolled his eyes but was still smiling as he pulled back to give Maximus enough space to drag me into a hug.