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I led him through the house toward my bedroom, afraid that he’d notice how scared I was if we didn’t retreat to the bed as quickly as possible. His hand was stuck in mine, lagging gently behind. His other hand was circled delicately around my wrist. When we got into the bedroom and I turned around, he pulled me in for another kiss.
“Mm,” he groaned as our hips touched.
I felt a jolt of excitement as his hands explored my back, worked under my tight shirt, and began pulling my bra strap apart. I was dizzy with pleasure. All those things we’d texted to each other, the things he promised to do with his mouth, it was all about to happen. Finally.
Logan pulled my shirt and bra off over my head. He cast his eyes respectfully to the ground as he eased me onto my bed. His breath came out low and gravelly when he finally gave himself permission to look. “Damn,” he muttered, taking one of my heavy breasts in his hands.
I winced at the shock of his wet, hot mouth closing over my nipple. His tongue swirled around it as he suckled, making me writhe under him. His free hand swept along my side, lingering at the slope of my hips, before making quick work of the button and zipper of my jeans.
“Oh!” I cried out.
Logan’s touch was rough. He shoved his hand into my panties and dug his index finger toward my clit. A furrow formed in his brow as he struggled to work his hand inside of my loosened jeans.
“How does that feel, baby?”
I combed my fingers through his hair, yanking his mouth against mine. The kiss stifled a squeal of anguish as he flicked my hard nub, working with the slick, wet juices that leaked out onto his hand. My thighs parted, needing more of him, all of him.
“I’m ready,” I whispered.
Logan pulled away, his expression unreadable. He slid his hand out of my jeans to reach for something in his shirt pocket. The tell-tale glint of a foil condom wrapper flashed in the light as he pulled it out.
“I know you were worried,” he mumbled.
That was when I noticed his hands were shaking. I propped myself onto my elbows, regarding him through lowered lashes. “That was really decent of you,” I said, reaching for his hand. My hand fell short, landing on his belt buckle instead. With a coquettish bite of my lip, I unbuckled it and wrenched it off.
The light returned to Logan’s eyes, and his lip rose into a snarl. “I hope you like it rough.”
“I do, but the question is whether or not you’re up to it.”
Logan leaned down, pushing me onto my back once more. He closed his hand over my breast, nearly making a fist as he squeezed my flesh. “I can rise to the challenge.”
I kicked off my jeans as I watched him undress. His shoulders flexed as he took off his shirt, revealing flat abs and a hard chest. His hips were narrow and strong, his thighs like carved marble beneath his baggy jeans. His cock strained the front of his boxers, allowing me a glimpse of his veiny shaft through the slitted vent in the front.
I stifled a moan of pleasure as his boxers fell to his feet.
“I’ll warn you right now,” Logan began as he rolled the condom along his girth, “once I start, I won’t be able to stop. I might hurt you. I might get a little crazy. Are you ready for me?”
I couldn’t nod quickly enough.
Logan crawled onto the bed and inched forward on his knees, driving my thighs apart as he drew himself up against me. He touched my wetness once more, rubbing and teasing. My gaze was glued to his cock, hovering in the air like a lightning rod. It jerked with each pulse, and I couldn’t wait to be violated by that monster.
“Logan,” I whispered.
He glanced up quickly, blue eyes smoldering. He pulled his hand away from my body and painted my nipples with his fingers. The air blew cold against my wetted skin. I felt a surge of adrenaline when I smelled my own fragrance wafting off of my hot body.
Logan’s face disappeared as he sank down to lick my silky juices off of me. A shudder moved all the way down my back, and I bumped against his cockhead. My legs gave a jump. I was ready. I was more than ready.
I bit down on my lip as he penetrated me.
“Ooh,” Logan sighed, grimacing. “You’re so tight!”
I squeezed his shoulders as he began thrusting. My fingertips turned white as they pressed into his tattooed skin. Logan’s breath was in my ear, marking time as he pumped his hips. Each stroke brought his body closer to mine, pushing his flesh deeper into my wet heat. I turned my head and sucked on his neck, making him go wild.
And just as he promised, he went from zero to sixty.
I screamed as he pounded himself into my pussy, the force enough to leave me bruised and aching. He wasn’t a man but a wild animal now, groping blindly toward pleasure. My breasts bounced against his lightly furred chest, sending tiny shivers all throughout my body. I raked my nails down his back. He howled and fucked me even harder.
“I want you to come,” he muttered through gritted teeth.
“I can only come when I’m on top.”
With a grunt, Logan turned us over, holding my hips against his with his strong hands so that his cock stayed safely sheathed inside of me. I planted my knees in the bed just as he settled onto his back. He smiled lazily up at me. The muscles of his chest seized and flexed as he continued to fuck me from below.
I let his hands on my ass guide me as I rode his cock. I ground my clit into his pelvis as his shaft massaged me from the inside. My eyes closed, and the world melted away. I could hear Logan’s grunts and sighs, feel the heat of his body radiating from somewhere beneath my stomach, but overall I was only aware of the pleasure he was giving me.
“Come on my dick,” he whispered, placing a hand at the back of my neck. He tightened his grip, catching some of my hair and forcing my head back.
My neck was exposed to him, and he pressed his lips to the base of my throat.
“Are you close?” he whispered.
I screwed my eyes tight. “I don’t know.”
I screamed again as Logan held me down against him while he jackhammered into me. His cock collided with the base of my spine. His pelvis kept hitching and rubbing against my clit, building up the pressure inside until...
“I’m close!”
Suddenly, Logan stopped. I creaked my eyes open and stared down at him. He began rocking his hips again, but using a gentler, infuriatingly slower rhythm.
“What are you doing?” I gasped.
Logan smirked, but there was still a dark hunger in his eyes. “I want to hear you beg for it.”
I took his hands off of my body and pinned them over his head. “You’re messing with the wrong chica,” I said, baring my teeth playfully.
I rode him hard and fast, enjoying how powerful I felt as I held him down. Then, to my surprise, he slipped out easily from under me and pulled my wrists behind my back. I yelped as I hung helplessly over him, my loose breasts swaying tantalizingly over his mouth.
“Logan!”
“Beg.”
The moist tip of his tongue traced a light circle around one of my nipples.
“Oh, god...”
His hips rose and fell slowly, building me back up. But it was torturous.
“Logan, please, fuck me. Make me come.”
“Louder.”
“Fuck me!”
“I want to hear how much you want it.”
“I want it, Logan,” I begged. I gritted my teeth, enduring each slow, agonizing stroke of his marble-hard cock. “I want to come so bad! Fuck me, Logan!”
My hands tingled when Logan finally released them. I fell forward only to throw my head back as Logan resumed his thrusts. The pressure came back quickly, mounting higher and higher. My pussy leaked its thick juices onto his thighs, and his cock plunged deeper inside of me.
“So close,” I whispered. I grabbed a fistful of Logan’s hair and pulled his head into my neck. “I’m so close!”
“You’re going to come for me,” he said. He squeezed my ass cheeks, grinding my pussy down onto his cock. “Right...now!”
He jammed his cock right into my G-spot. A wave of cool pleasure washed over me, and I came right away. I screamed his name as my pussy clenched itself around his cock. Then, the orgasm ebbed away, and I fell off to the side, panting and sticky with sweat.
“Holy shit!” I said.
Logan turned his head to the side and smiled. I noticed a dimple in his right cheek for the first time. “Was it worth the wait?”
“Hell yeah.”
Logan laughed. “I think so, too.” Then, his face became serious. “What time does Xander get out of school?”
Shit. “Two-thirty.”
Our heads whipped toward the wall clock, and both of us sighed in relief. It was barely one.
“I do have to get back to Sudsy Lady, though.”
“You already checked up on Lisbeth, didn’t you?”
“I did.” A beat passed. “I still have to put my clothes in the dryer.”
Logan stared. “You actually took your laundry there?”
I sat up, feeling the usual irritation I felt around Logan creeping back again. “Well, I couldn’t just walk into a Laundromat without any laundry. That’d be suspicious, wouldn’t it?”
“Lisbeth’s too smart to think you showing up under a false pretense isn’t you showing up under a false pretense.”
I stifled a growl as I slid off the bed and began pecking around for my clothes.
“You should’ve gone incognito, like me,” Logan continued on.
“And done what?” I snapped. I whipped around after fastening my bra. “Hid in the bushes like a creepy stalker?”
Logan’s eyebrows jumped up. “I’m trying to help her, just like you are.”
I blew out a lungful of hot air and turned away, scanning the floor for my jeans. “Sorry. No, actually—” I turned back around to face him. “You don’t even know her, Logan. Why are you so concerned about her?”
Logan finally sat up. His hands hung between his knees. He dropped his chin and looked up at me through the fringe of his hair. “I’m not sure if I can tell you just yet.”
I threw up my hands. “Fine. Whatever.” I sensed him hitching himself off of the bed as I finished getting dressed.
“What did I do? Why are you getting so worked up?”
“What did you do?” I echoed. “Like you don’t know? The old ladies told me that you were courting me, Logan.”
A smile twitched through the frown on Logan’s face. I shook my head and held up my hand.
“No, listen. What kind of guy creeps on his friend’s kid sister while he’s trying to court another woman? You hunted her down at the barbeque, clearly making her uncomfortable, you spied on her at her place of employment, you asked her questions about her body...” I trailed off, feeling my face growing hotter with each word. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
Logan put his hands on my shoulders. “Is that why you’ve been acting so weird? You think I’m interested in Lisbeth?”
Well, aren’t you? I wanted to say. But I was starting to feel ridiculous. “Tell me what you were doing outside of the Sudsy Lady, then.”
Logan blew out his cheeks and turned away, scratching his head. I could just barely hear him muttering to himself.
“Oh, boy. Fuck.”
“Logan—”
“Fine.” Logan whirled around. There was a hint of pink color flushing up the strained muscles of his neck. He seemed angry, but I couldn’t understand why. Was he mad at me, of all people?
“Are you going to tell me?”
“I’ll tell you. Later. But you have to do something for me first.”
I frowned. This wasn’t what I expected to hear, at all. At the same time, I was definitely intrigued. “What do you want me to do?”
There was a light in Logan’s eyes unlike anything I’d ever seen. It was a thirsty and desperate look. “Ask Lisbeth about the tattoo of the compass rose on her arm. Make sure she’s honest about it. Bring the info back to me, and I’ll tell you everything. I swear.”