“I’m always wet for you, Logan.”
The sound of his zipper was loud in the bathroom and it made my nipples react, tightening to hard buds.
“This is going to be fast and hard. I want you too fucking much right now, and then we need to leave.” He tugged on my earlobe and nibbled the soft flesh. “And all day, you’re going to feel wet from my come leaking out of you and pooling in your panties. Just think, I could drag you to any room and have my way with you.”
“Logan,” I gasped. “We can’t have sex in your sister’s house.”
His fingers dipped inside my panties and pulled them to the side. He settled more between my legs, and I panted against his neck when the hard steel of his cock pushed against my folds. “The hell we can’t. I’d take you anywhere, anytime, whenever the mood strikes,” he said and then pushed his cock inside my tender pussy. I gasped, clutching onto his shoulders from the sting of pain. “Just like this,” he said as he sawed in and out of me slowly. “I’d take you anywhere, just like this. Your back against the wall, dress up and panties pushed aside, my cock buried ten inches deep inside you, my hands full of your ass.” He thrusted harder and groaned, “Yeah, just like this.”
Soon the pain morphed into amazing pleasure as he buried himself deep inside me. My lower back rubbed against the wall. It hurt, but not enough to stop him. I’d proudly be sore from the tip of my toes to the top of my head if it meant having his hands on me.
“So fucking wet and tight. I can’t get enough of you.” He mumbled something else against my skin, but I didn’t understand him as our skins slapped together.
That familiar burn in my belly grew, warning me I was about to orgasm. “Logan.” By the way I said his name, he knew I was about to come, and he pounded into me harder.
“Come with me,” he said, driving himself harder and deeper than he did last night. “Come with me, baby.”
My body listened, and I exploded on him, pressing my lips against his as I came. He made me feel more alive in two weeks than I had this entire year. I felt human. I felt loved, and for that, I’d never be able to repay him.
His hot come splashed inside me, filling me up just like he promised, and when he was done, I watched his thickness pull out of me, a bead of white cream dripping from his slit and down his shaft. I’d never not be amazed at his size and how he fit in me. He was so big.
Logan kissed my forehead and settled my panties back in my place. He tucked himself in, and the zipper sounded again, ending the way we started. “I could call my sister and reschedule,” he said after setting me back down on my feet.
I felt all wobbly and unhinged. “You can do that? Easter can be rescheduled?” I didn’t think that was the case. I saw the calendar. It was every year.
He chuckled. “You’re so fucking cute. No, it can’t be, but I’d reschedule for you if it meant staying locked up in this house, naked. I’d promise multiple orgasms.” He wiggled his brows at me as he tucked an arm around my waist and yanked me to his chest. His abs rippled against me, and I swear, he was getting hard again, and as much as I wanted that, I really was sore.
“I want to meet your sister, and I need a little recovery time,” I pinched my fingers together. “Just a little.”
“Did I hurt you? Fuck, baby. I’m sorry. I knew better.”
“I’m okay,” I laid my palm on his cheek and grinned. “I’m more than okay. I feel great, but I’m telling you that now I might need a day or two.”
“Anything you want,” he brought his hand up, grabbed mine from his cheek, bringing it to his mouth.
He kissed it.
He always found a way to kiss me every chance he got.
“Come on, let’s go. Lucy is going to yell at me for being late.” He took my hand, and we walked out of the house. It was nearly done. We were waiting on the appliances now and furniture, but even the back porch was screened in with a fire pit.
He opened the passenger side door for me and helped me into the seat and then pulled the seatbelt around my chest, clicking it in place. “I could have done that,” I said.
“I know, but I like to do things for you.”
He gave me a crooked smile, his freckles gleaming in the sunlight, and those blue eyes glimmered like gems. He shut the door and ran around the front, his hand skimming the hood. He got in, buckled up, cranked the engine, and we were on our way.
I was so nervous, and that wasn’t a good thing because while normal people could at least hide their nerves, mine were audible. I slurred my words more, and it took me longer to think of the correct words to string together a sentence. It was important to me that Lucy liked me and didn’t think I was an idiot or just some homeless train wreck using her brother.
I loved him more than anything.
And Maria was going to be there, and whatever was going on between them, I was about to face it, and I wanted to puke. Maria seemed like an important part of his life. She always called and messaged him, but he never answered, at least, not while I was around, but I trusted him to do the right thing because he hadn’t done anything to show I couldn’t trust him.
I was going to go with my instincts, and my instincts hadn’t been wrong. They are what kept me alive the last year. And if the dream I had the other day had any real significance, then I knew someone was out in the woods that night too. Just thinking about it had the hair on the back of my neck standing up.
“What’s on your mind?” he a
sked, taking my hand as he drove with one hand on the wheel. Something about it was effortlessly sexy, the way his forearm flexed and his finger gripped the leather.