Of Love & Regret (Madison & Logan 1)

I heard Logan exhale harshly and then he grabbed my hips and I felt the head of his erection pushing against my swollen folds. I pushed my bottom out to encourage him although I doubted he needed it. He slammed into me roughly and I made an inarticulate sound of pleasure. He pulled out almost completely and then thrust into me again, almost violently.

“More,” I begged. “Give me more.”

I was shocked when his next thrust inside me was accompanied by a sharp slap on one of my buttocks. Warmth bloomed where his hand had made contact, and the stinging added to my arousal, making me ache even more. I felt like I was going crazy with lust.

“Do you like being spanked while I fuck you?” Logan asked between gritted teeth as he continued to thrust into me. “Do you like being used for my pleasure?”

“Yes!” I panted. All thought had fled my mind. My nerve-endings were on fire, and I was nothing but a bundle of sensations. “Spank me. I deserve to be spanked hard for being such a slut.”

Another hard crack came down on my other buttock, and I moaned in response, pushing my hips back to meet each thrust. Logan reached down to stroke my clit and the sensation, coupled with his hard thrusts and the heat of my buttocks, was too much and the tension in my body broke. A shuddering climax consumed me with an intensity that was almost too much to bear. The sounds coming from me were primal and raw, but I was too lost in a sea of pain-edged pleasure to care. I didn’t think my orgasm could be even more powerful than my last one, but I was proven wrong.

As I was still shuddering, I felt Logan’s grip on my hips tighten. He groaned loudly as he pulsated deep within me, emptying everything he had inside me.

After a while, the only sound in the room was of our heavy breathing; neither of us said anything. I straightened, only to be scooped up by Logan in his arms and carried into the bedroom. He laid me gently on the bed and then stretched out beside me on his side. I burrowed my head in the cr

ook of his neck, breathing in deeply.

“Was that too much?” he asked softly as he caressed my stomach gently with one hand.

I shifted to my side so that I was facing him. I cupped his jaw with my hand and gave him a soft kiss. “No. It was probably obvious that I was enjoying myself.”

He gave me a half-smile, but it disappeared as his hand lightly grazed my buttocks. They were still tender, but it wasn’t painful. “Did I hurt you? I got a little carried away.”

I buried my face against his neck again. Now that we were out of the lust-filled moment, I felt a little embarrassed by how much I had enjoyed it, but I wanted to be honest with him.

“It hurt, but it was the good kind of hurt. It just made me hotter.”

I hadn’t realized that Logan’s body was tense until he relaxed at my words.

“Good. I loved what happened between us, but I want to make sure you know that it was in the heat of the moment. I don’t actually think you’re a slut or anything.”

I couldn’t help laughing at the earnestness of his tone. I pulled my head back to look at his face. “I know. Don’t worry; I’m not going to be siccing Gloria Steinam on you or anything. As you can tell, I was an avid participant in it all.”

“Just checking,” he said with a grin as he gave me a quick kiss. “Although, I did mean everything I said about you belonging to me.”

His words made reality crash down on me. I had been swept away by our lovemaking, and it had been easy to put our problems on the backburner. But now that we were clear-headed again, the problems were still there to be dealt with.

His smile disappeared as he watched me, obviously noting the change in my disposition.

“If you’re about to tell me that you’re still stubborn enough to believe things can’t work out between us, I won’t hesitate to barricade you in here and make love to you until you’re delirious and agree to anything I say.”

I shook my head. After what had just happened, I wasn’t stupid enough to think I could stay away from him. “No, that’s not it. I just feel bad about what this is going to do to Kristina.”

Logan sighed and pulled me close. “I feel bad about it, too. Hell, I should feel worse than you. I fucked up by bringing her back to Chicago with me, but it would be even more of a dickhead move to string her along when I know it’ll never work out between us.” He combed his fingers through my hair and I melted into him, the movement soothing me. “What was it you said before?”

“Which part?” I asked softly, my eyes fluttering shut as he continued to stroke my hair. “I said a lot of things. Some of it crazy.”

“Was the part where you told me you loved me one of the crazy things?”

I smiled against his chest. I would worry about everything later. Right now it just felt good to be with Logan and to know we had a future together.

“Yeah, it was one of the crazy things, but I meant it.” I opened my eyes and lifted my head to place a soft kiss on his neck. “I love you, Logan Delaney. I’m sorry it took me such a long time to admit it.”

He gently tilted my head farther back, and every emotion he was feeling was written across his face. He didn’t need to say the words for me to know, but they thrilled me nonetheless.

“It’s better later than never,” he said softly. “I love you, too, Madison Bailey.”

He kissed me gently, and a rush of emotions ran through me. It was almost painful how much I loved him. Just like in our lovemaking, the pain of my emotions heightened my love for him, and I prayed that our future would be just as sweet.