AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“One day, when I was big enough, I fought back. Smashed him in the head with a lamp while he really laid into Emily. We were sent to another foster family after that.” He let out a low growl. “I think about smashing that lamp against his skull a lot. It created a whole bunch of new problems since we had to move again, but it solvedoneproblem. I think part of me believes I can solve all my problems that way. That mentality is imprinted deep into my mind. Is that fucked up? Am I a monster?”
“Of course not,” I said. “You’ve shown restraint.”
“How so?”
“You’re an adult now. You could track down Rick and get even with him, but you haven’t.”
“Only because I can’t,” he grumbled.
“Why not?”
He pulled away and grinned down at me with true happiness. “Because the fucker died four years ago. Only time I’ve ever cheered for cancer.”
I laughed, and then despite everything, so did Logan. His hands lingered on my back, holding me in a half-embrace. We gazed into each other’s eyes, a sense of understanding growing with every passing second. It was like I could read his mind, and he could read mine.
Logan lifted me by the waist as if I weighed nothing, putting me down on the kitchen counter with my legs hanging off the side. His gaze grew in intensity, and that same sense of mental connection returned.
Then I realized:we both want the same thing. And we want it badly.
34
Beth
Logan’s gaze moved down my face, along my chest and then to my jeans. Slowly his eyes drifted over my legs, then back up, lingering at my navel and breasts before locking eyes once more.
And for once, instead of feeling self-conscious about my body, I felt confident. I could feel the desire in those dark eyes of his.
All of my worries melted away. Trip still lingering in my life, my business, fixing up my grandma’s house to live in, and my individual feelings for the three men in my life. Suddenly those concerns had been yanked out of my brain, and the relief from it was a wonderful vacuum into which I wanted this gorgeous man’s body to fill.
I wanted this. Ineededthis. And I hadn’t realized it until tonight.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, hands touching my hips, feeling rather than grabbing. As they moved up my side I could feel the medical tape still there, so I took his right hand in both of mine and lifted it to my lips, gently kissing the knuckles before finding the end of the tape. I kissed along his wrist and arm while peeling the tape from his knuckles, extending his arm so I could press my lips against his bicep, which bulged and flexed as I touched it and sent a flutter between my legs.
While I did that, he leaned in and kissed the side of my neck. He was more gentle than I would have expected as he moved down to my shoulder, nuzzling against my collarbone, and I sighed into his hair.
The last bit of tape finally came away, and I let it fall to the ground. His knuckles were purple, but I didn’t care.
And then his kisses grew more hungry, and his arm wrapped around my body. He let out a desperate sigh as he wrapped both arms around my body. I gasped as one hand moved over my blouse to cup my breast, appreciating its weight while he kissed my neck. I involuntarily wrapped my legs around him, squeezing him close, already beginning to fantasize about what would come next.
His bruised hand wedged down between us, unclasping the button frantically and pulling down the zipper. Lightning bolts of pleasure filled me as his fingers searched down into my panties, finding my sensitive place. “Ohh,” I moaned as he rubbed my clitoris, both fingers hot from the bruise. I surged upward beneath his touch, letting him know that it was good,so good, oh my God was it good, and I felt his hot breath on my neck as he petted me.
He ran his other hand through my hair, finding the hair tie keeping my hair up and tossing it to the ground. As my hair fell down my shoulders he pressed his face into it, inhaling me deeply in a way I’d never felt. “God, I love how you smell,” he rumbled, the deepness of his voice once again making my knees so weak that I was grateful to be sitting on the counter.
“You too,” I breathed. “I love how youfeel.”
I felt him smile against my neck as he rubbed my clit faster. Then he moved his hands deeper until his finger was sliding up against the wet lips of my sex, letting the palm of his hand rub against my clit. Then his finger curled up and in, pushing inside my pussy, making me inhale sharply at the sudden intense feeling.
“You like that?” he demanded into my hair.
I tried to answer, but all I could do was close my eyes and moan.
His finger pushed to the second knuckle then moved in a circle, widening my walls and hitting every nerve, all the while rubbing his palm against my special place. He finger-fucked me for what felt like an eternity, a wonderful eternity with his lips still kissing a trail along my neck, until he finally slowed, then stopped.
“I want you,” he whispered in my ear.
“What about Claire?” I made myself ask, even though I wanted nothing more than to ignore our surroundings and surrender to this man.
“The floorboards are loud,” he rumbled. “We’ll know if she wakes.”
