Chapter 25
Despite the cold water from the pool, I was burning up. There was no denying my attraction to him had catapulted to another level. This wasn’t just love, this was an overwhelming debilitating love that I couldn’t even begin to decipher.
Soul gripping. F*ck, it was complete mind enfolding; not a single thought could be procured without him embraced within it.
Logan showed me to his bathroom upstairs on the third floor. Kat and I had stayed on the main floor since we’d moved onto the farm. It was odd seeing the second floor occupied by the band and third floor by Logan. The rooms had remained unused before the band came except for one on the second floor on the south side. Kat had been using it as an art room; now it was occupied by Crisis, when he stayed here.
The bathroom happened to have all my toiletries laid out; apparently Logan moved them from the downstairs bathroom. He took my hands, held them at my sides, and then bent his head and kissed me.
“When did you ...?”
“Texted Kite when you were working with the stallion.” He caressed my cheek then nodded to the right. “Wear the shirt to bed, baby.”
“What?”
He picked up a white button-down men’s shirt. I went to object and tell him I had my own pajamas when he scowled. “Seeing you in my shirt is sweet. And I want sweet tonight.”
Damn it. Stop. Why did he have to say shit like that? I mean what girl didn’t want to hear a guy telling her he wanted her in his shirt. That he wanted sweet and she’d be sweet in his shirt.
My mouth opened then slammed shut as he went over, turning on the taps. Water blasted out of the showerhead. He adjusted the water temperature.
He stood up straight. “You need help taking off those wet clothes?”
I rolled my eyes heavenward. “Out.”
Logan grinned holding up his hands. “Trying to be helpful.”
I let my pursed lips slip, and I smiled. I couldn’t help it, seeing Logan laugh and smile was contagious. “Out. Now.”
Watching Logan casually stride from the bathroom, I admired his ass in wet jeans, the corded muscles on his back visible beneath his white T-shirt clinging to his body like a second skin.
I leaned over and felt the temperature of the water—perfect. Peeling off my clothes, I hung them on the towel rack then stepped under the warm spray.
I washed as fast as I could to avoid the image of Logan that was afflicting me as I ran my hands over my body. I was imagining my touches were his hands on every inch of me.
Everything he’d done, he’d done to save me. To save us.
I was letting him in, and he was letting me in. I was sleeping beside him tonight, and I felt all giddy inside and a little nervous, but it was a good nervous.
I closed my eyes, hands against the wall, the water pounding into my body like he had during my captivity two years ago. His hands had been on my hips, fingers digging into my flesh as he f*cked me from behind that day in the shower. His lips nibbled at the crook of my neck as he slowed, sliding in and out. I moaned, then begged for him to go harder, faster as he pulled out, hands wrapping around my hair and yanking my head back so he could take my mouth with a cruel, deep kiss that had my body screaming for more.
He’d been right. He was engraved in me, and no amount of time or washing or running was going to get him out of me. I had to accept that. I did accept that.
I leaned back against the tiles as more memories flooded.
I never heard the door open, nor the dropping of clothes on the floor, still lost in my grip of desire.
Hands cupped my cheeks, and my eyes flew open.
Our eyes locked.
Held.
Desire spiraled around us tying us together. Logan tilted his head, the water pounding down on him as he leaned closer.
I closed my eyes and inhaled him.
He was part of me.
Logan had never left me. And I knew that even if I denied us, I’d never get him out of me. Love didn’t work that way.
“You don’t get to touch that yourself without me.”
I moaned, and that was all it took before his lips crashed down onto mine. Our need was so intense every part of my body ached.
There was nothing sweet in his kiss. His force was bruising, relentless, and he stole my breath. My hands were all over him, gripping, fondling, pulling at his hair one minute then stroking his back the next.
“Emily,” he murmured as his mouth scorched my skin and nibbled across the curve of my neck until he was suckling my shoulder. His hands ran down my sides to my thighs then back up again. I leaned my head back, his rough hands caressing my wet skin. I needed it stronger. I wanted more.
He stopped. “You still on the pill?”
“Yes.”
“Thank f*ck.”
His hands leaving me drained my body of heat even though the water was still driving down on us. My eyes flew open.
“Logan?” I was breathing hard, and I reached for him unable to stop myself. I needed him, screw sensible. I didn’t know how to be sensible around him. He knocked sensible right out of the universe.
“Don’t move.”
I gasped. It was that voice. That deep, resounding voice he used when I was forced to call him Master.
My body lurched with desire, and I stopped breathing as I stared at him watching me. This man controlled everything about me.
“Please,” I begged.
“Part your legs.”
I did.
“Wider.”
I did, my chest rising and falling as my eyes never left his. He moved in, then his hand cupped me, and I moaned at the touch.
“Shh, Emily. No sounds.”
“Logan.” It was me still begging. His hand moved away, and I cried out grabbing for his hand to put it back. But he stopped me with one look, and my hands dropped to my sides, and I knew exactly what he was doing to me. He’d make me wait. He’d fill my body with such need that I’d do anything for him so he’d end my blissful torture.
“No touching.” The orders were familiar, but this time I knew the intent of the man who said them. Logan loved me, and damn it, he knew this is what I needed. He’d known all along, and he was showing me that no matter what he’d done to me for those two weeks, I desired this. I wanted this and still did.
He never forced me. He gave me what I wanted, yet I tried to deny.
I nearly broke when his fingers glided down between my breasts to my bellybutton then lower until he was slipping back and forth through my folds. My eyes closed, legs shook, and I held my breath as he tortured me. The pads of his two fingers scissored on either side of my *, just touching then backing off again. I was about to break when his fingers drove inside me, and my head fell back hard against the tiled wall. When I moaned, he withdrew, and I nearly screamed at him, but knew that I got nothing doing that, so I looked at him and swallowed, waiting.
“Good girl.” He smiled, and his fingers circled my *, slow and soft until I was panting, the urgency building in me so intense. I was desperate to come.
But Logan didn’t let me as he pulled back and bent his head to suckle my nipples, first one and then the other. His hands gripped my hips while he relentlessly pulled on the sensitive nipple with his teeth until he saw my body tense and arch against him in pain. Then he let go and circled the sensitive nub with his tongue.
“Turn around.”
The moment I had my cheek up against the tiles, he took my hands and placed them above my head spread eagle. His hands curled around my wrists and locked them there.
I pushed back into him and felt his cock twitch as it touched my ass. He groaned, and his mouth delved into the crook of my neck. “I need my cock inside you. I need to f*ck you so hard I’m afraid I’ll break you.”
In response, I wiggled against him, and he let go of my wrist to slide down my chest to between my legs where he began his assault, bringing me so close yet stopping again and again until I almost cried.
“Logan. Now. Please. Please.”
“Bend over.” He took a step back so I could.
He groaned, and then his fingers wove into my hair and pulled back so he could reach my mouth. His kiss was fierce as he pushed inside me so deep it was almost painful. He filled me, the swell of him stretching my insides as he began to move in and out. His arm locked around my waist, my hands pressed up against the wall, his mouth at my ear, hearing his rough, harsh breathing as he went faster.
“Baby.” He drove harder, and I pushed back against him. “I can’t ... I can’t stop.”
“Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
He pushed again and again, pumping into me, water pounding onto our backs and shoulders. The water may be running cold by now, but I didn’t care, because I couldn’t feel it. All I could feel were Logan’s teeth biting my shoulder and mine biting my lip.
When his hand came between my legs and touched my *, I screamed and went over the edge, long jolts ricocheting through me as he relentlessly pounded until his entire body tightened, and he shoved hard one last time.
Twitches flickered through my body as he leaned into me, hands covering mine against the wet tiles. His fingers curled until our fingers were knit together then I felt the jerk of his cock before he pulled out.
“Jesus,” Logan whispered close to my ear. He brought our arms down then locked his around me. He kissed the side of my neck. “I’d have never f*cked you if you didn’t want it. Never. When we were together ... Eme, that was just me and you. No one else. I was scared there too, and I needed you.” He stepped out of the shower and snagged a towel. “Come here.”
I turned off the taps and came to him. He dried my body, slow and gentle, taking his time. It was erotic the way his hands ran over my skin in a rhythmic stroke with the softness of the towel.
“You good?”
I nodded. I’d just been given an orgasm to kill all orgasms. Yeah, I was good.
He nodded once then grabbed a towel and walked out of the bathroom.
I stood staring at myself in the mirror, my skin pink from the water and Logan’s hands. I could see his teeth marks in my left shoulder and another red mark further up, below my ear. I ran my finger across it then down to my shoulder where he left his mark on me, and then I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around myself. I still felt him all over me, inside of me like he was swimming through my veins.
I loved him. This man that had broken me, and at the same time saved me. We were both broken in a way. I realized that he was more than me. We were unable to be repaired. But maybe that was why we were so good together.
Logan
He heard the door to the bathroom open and his cock sprang to attention before she even appeared. F*ck. It was like the flood gates of the Hoover Dam had been broken. He wanted to have her again so bad; it was excruciating. Nothing, not even the months of torture he’d endured had hurt more than being denied Emily.
Logan lay on his back, one arm crooked above his head as he watched her walk out of the bathroom wearing his white button-down shirt that barely covered her ass. She looked like a timid angel; she was nervous, her steps hesitant and pausing near the bed. He made no secret of his appreciation and took in every inch of her. She flushed under his intense gaze; and it was sweet, and his cock was already swelling, needing her again.
He thought he’d lost this woman. He thought he’d die in that shitty cold cellar. Raul had done a number on him, gutted Dave right in front of him, and that was only the beginning. Being a fighter didn’t help against chains that held his muscles stretched past their limit. He could remember hearing the click of the door, the inevitable slow stride of Raul as he walked through the darkness until father stood in front of his son. Then Raul asked the same question he asked every single day for months. “Where are they?”
And Logan gave his same answer. “F*ck you.” He’d suffer a thousand years before he’d give up Emily or his mother’s location. Deck had relocated his mother, and Emily was safe at the farm with Deck and his men making certain nothing touched her.
Yeah, he was screwed up after Deck got him out of there, took three months to physically recover and then another few to get his head on straight. He grew up with f*cked up shit; he knew how to cope, block shit out. That didn’t mean he didn’t have trouble dealing; it meant he found an outlet—his music.
“Logan?” Her soft voice was a whisper of sweetness, and he shoved the memory into the locked, black box of his mind.
“Baby, come here.” She almost looked fragile, the shielded look in her eyes was gone. He’d f*cked it right out of her. It was about goddamn time too.
She knelt on the bed, and the shirt moved up to reveal her inner thigh. He groaned as his cock twitched again. This is what she did to him. He was putty in her hands, and the f*cked up thing was she thought he was the one in control.
When she started to crawl up from the end of the bed toward him like a cat, he nearly blew his load. Every muscle tensed, and he was panting like a female dog in heat. She wasn’t trying to be sexy; it was just the way she moved that sent his libido through the sky right into Pluto.
He couldn’t take watching her anymore and grabbed her under the arms and pulled her up against him. “If you’re not sore, I’m f*cking you again.”
Heat flashed in her eyes, and he wanted to bow to the Gods for giving him this woman. A water droplet slipped down a strand of her hair, and he caught it between his fingers before it dropped onto her shirt. He slipped his finger into his mouth and tasted the scent of her shampoo, coconut papaya with a hint of vanilla.
He rolled her over onto her back then came on top of her, grabbing her hands so they were above their heads. “Hold the rails.”
His cock was at full attention and hardened further when he saw her submit to his command. She was so submissive, and she didn’t even know it. Damn, she was made for him. Screw the shit that went down. Screw everything; this woman had him locked to her, and he’d suffer a million Raul’s in order to be right where he was now.
“Logan.”
And that right there, her soft begging of his name could undo any man. He grit his teeth to keep from plunging into her and not stopping until he came. Instead, he hardened his jaw and gave her what she wanted and needed.
“Use one hand. Play with your breasts.” He waited, watching to see what she’d do, and slowly, she obeyed, caressing the swells, her fingers circling her nipples. “Pinch them.” Her mouth fell open, hesitant at first, but she did it. And it was beautiful. Her back arched, and she gasped as her fingers tightened on the perky red peaks. Damn.
“Harder.” He saw the reluctance again. She needed this just as much as he did. “Harder, Emily.”
When her fingers squeezed her nipples this time, he saw her wince, and every one of her muscles lying beneath him tightened. Perfect. F*ckin’ perfect. He pushed her hand aside then leaned down and grabbed her nipple between his teeth and pulled until he heard her suck in air. Then, he swirled his tongue soft and sweet around the nub, soothing the pain.
“Open your legs, baby.” There was no hesitation at that, and he smiled as he reached between them and felt her soaking wet already—or still. Whichever, it didn’t matter. Her pelvis tilted toward him, and he shook his head. “No. Wait.” He wanted to laugh when he saw her frustration, the adorable flash of defiance in her eyes and then the deep breath and her resolve to obey.
He slipped his finger inside her and groaned. So tight. No wonder his cock wanted her so bad.
He curled his finger inside her while his thumb played with her *, circling, stroking, changing between hard and soft pressure, never letting her body know what he was doing next. He watched her face, the play of emotions telling him when she was getting too close and he needed to back off.
“I can’t take it. Stop torturing me.”
She was a little pissed now, and he couldn’t have that. She should know better. He stopped his thumb’s movement but kept his finger inside her, completely still. He let her make the mistake and move up against him, trying to get what she desperately needed. F*ck, it was like being handed a slice of heaven. He almost caved seeing her body move up and down on his finger, and if he hadn’t just had her in the shower he would’ve said f*ck it and taken her.
“No moving.”
Her eyes flew open, and she stopped moving. There was that look of panic on her face, not from whether he’d hurt her, well ... a little ... but how he was going to make her scream. “I think you know the rules?”
Frozen, she gave him those begging eyes, and he wanted to eat her out for a goddamn two-week feast. Instead, he decided to eat her out and have her squirming into his mouth for mercy. And he’d let her scream, he decided. Just hearing her voice was going to make him come. Christ, little did she know that this was more torture for him than her.
“You’re going to need to beg.” His mouth twitched when he saw her eyes close briefly and her head sink further back into the pillow. Yeah, better lay back and relax, because he was taking his sweet ass time.
He kissed his way down her body, tongue tasting every inch of her delectable velvet skin until he reached her naked mound. F*ck, he loved that she kept herself shaved.
Her head moved back and forth as he took her in his mouth and sucked. Jesus, she tasted like paradise wrapped up in a bow. He groaned, the vibration making her shudder and her legs quiver. He pushed her legs up so her knees bent more.
“Wider.” That’s all he needed to say; she hadn’t forgotten. She parted her legs to the limit, and he moved in to start his feast, tongue rolling over her * then sliding down into the wetness and back up again. He used his fingers to part her and sunk in deep, pushing his tongue up into her.
“Oh God, Logan. Stop.”
She wasn’t in pain. He could hear the pleasure in her voice. And if it pleased her, he would never stop. He ignored her pleas and swirled his tongue around her *, feeling her tremble and her back arch up pushing herself further into his mouth. She was close. F*ck. He wanted her to come so he could swallow every inch of her.
“Please, honey. Please let me come.”
He couldn’t let that happen, not yet. He slipped his fingers into her and pumped hard and fast, but purposely avoided touching where she was burning for him to finish her off. Not yet.
“Eme, legs.” She was trying to close them, to find some sort of relief. “Open. Now.” She instantly obeyed hoping he’d give her a reward sooner. Not happening. He lived to see her writhe beneath him.
He moved up her body and heard her groan of frustration, but he wouldn’t let it deter him. She needed this just as much as he did. He stopped to circle his tongue around her nipples then continued upward until he was face-to-face to her half-lidded eyes.
“Let go, Emily.” He wanted her hands on him, touching him, setting him in flames like a f*ckin’ city on fire. Her hands sunk into his hair, and he took her mouth, kissing her until she was gasping for breath. When he drew back, he saw the complete and utter submission, and if he wasn’t lying on the bed, he’d be on his goddamn knees. She did that to him.
“I’m making you come in my mouth. Then I’m f*cking you until you come again.” He didn’t expect a reply; she could barely breathe by the way her chest was heaving beneath him.
By the time he reached her p-ssy, her hands were gripping tightly in his hair and her body was wiggling. He thought she’d come before he even reached his destination.
“Tilt for me.” When she pushed up with her pelvis and he stared down at that gleaming, naked p-ssy, he came a little bit, and it pissed him off. He was losing control, and f*ck if that was happening. As his eyes roamed up her body to lock with hers; he knew that this woman could destroy him. He let go of his emotions to get her back; he never felt so vulnerable as he had in the last few weeks, but it was worth it.
He stared at her as she lay panting. “Logan?” It was a mix of begging and uncertainty.
“I love you, Emily. You don’t get to take that from me. Ever. No one does.” He saw her eyes light up with surprise, and then he went down on her and made her world spiral out of control, and f*ck, did she scream.
When he entered her she was limp and pliable beneath him. “Legs.” He helped her slip them around his hips, and then he had his way ... Well, he always had his way, but it was all about her. Always. It was knowing what she needed and when. With her pleasure, came his. He went slow and took his time, building her up again until she was quivering then calling out his name as her body tensed and shook.
God, it was the most beautiful sight. Emily wrapped around him trembling, her lips against his, the sweet scent of her skin so close he tasted it. And when he released into her groaning her name, his hands interlocked with hers above their heads.
When Logan rolled over, he took her with him so her one leg was over top of his and her head was on his chest. He stroked her hair and closed his eyes, squeezing her to him.
“I’ve always loved you, Logan,” she whispered.
He smiled. “Eme, us ... We’re only broken when we’re apart.”