Unravel (Unbound Trilogy Book 1)

by Kathy Coopmans

  A chain that looped around my ankle and tugged me straight toward him.

  While this looks like a typical night club, it’s anything but, it’s exactly what Eric said it was. A place where sexual fantasies come to life.

  I tremble when I see a man shove his hand up a woman’s shirt on the dance floor and another man lifts her skirt, his fingers dive into the front of her panties as she grinds her ass into the man behind her, throws her head back onto his shoulder and the man in front of her takes her mouth.

  It’s been less than an hour since I paid the hefty cover charge, signed an NDA, gave up my phone and license, and now I stand here watching people get out of their seats with multiple partners and head toward the exit. There are men with arms wrapped around two women, there are three of the same sex, as well as couples, and my guess is once they’ve reached the point of wanting sex and they don’t want an audience that’s when they leave this giant orgy party for privacy.

  Sex and lust and a creative sexual mind, it’s everywhere, but none of what goes on here is for me unless it was done in private between a man and me. Not just any man, the very man who owns this place. The very man who turns me on as I watch.

  A shudder rolls through every inch of my body, and a shaky breath leaves my lungs as I recognize a few male celebrities as well as a highly known news reporter fucking with reckless abandon. I whimper around the knot of desire that sticks in my throat. Nerves of insecurity only magnifying the sensation as I watch a woman place her hands on a man’s shoulders and push him down on one of the many beds lining the far wall of the room. She straddles him with her back to his chest and swivels her hips before taking hold of him and guiding his dick inside of her.

  And she rides him.

  Fast and hard.

  A gasp tears from my lungs, and my already thrumming sex shoots heat straight down my legs. My toes curl in my sky-high heels.

  I’m flushed. I’m fevered. I’m burning up.

  She’s in the driver’s seat.

  Oh, God. Is that what Logan meant about me driving?

  It can’t be, can it?

  I’d wreck us if it is because I have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to sex. I’m surprised Logan even wants me again. He guided us through everything that night. Took what he wanted and gave in return.

  I’m not enough for Logan Mitchell.

  I scream when the door swings open and closes with a loud slam.

  Through the window, I catch Logan slowly moving his way toward me. The sight of him increases the throbbing between my legs. My mouth waters, and my stomach clenches.

  This time he’s caught off guard. But this is different. He knows it is too.

  That need closes in on us. The one whenever we're around one another is so powerful it shouldn’t exist.

  A disorder of uncertainty is running through him. I can feel those eyes of his burning into me from behind as if he’s wondering why I’m here and what he’s going to do about it.

  Relieve me of my ache, please.

  “I would have gladly brought you here if you had asked. Now that you are, whatever should I do with you, Ellie? Give you what you need? Take what I want? Fuck you until you promise to never step foot in here again? Have you spread those thighs and finger yourself while I slide my cock between your lush tits? What will it be?”

  Logan moves forward like a cat sneaking up on a trapped little mouse. Every step sends my heart into a frenzy. It bounces off one side of my ribcage to the other, back and forth until I can barely breathe.

  I’m so lost in my mind that by the time he plasters his chest to my back, slips a hand around my stomach, and tugs me firmly against his hard chest, his head dipping down to rest his chin on top of my head, I can’t think past him relieving me before I do it myself.

  Why does it become so much harder to think as soon as Logan comes anywhere near me?

  Want and need.

  They embed in my brain.

  “You were turned on before you saw me. Your body and those deep blue eyes give you away, Ellie. It’s a known fact how, we, as creatures act when we want sex. Our bodies break out in a sweat, our pupils dilate, we shake, we shiver, and we unravel. Men get painfully hard, and women get rousingly wet. I bet if I touched you, you’d be dripping. Me, I’m hard as stone. My balls are tight, and I’m in agony to hike up your skirt and fuck you so hard. But…”

  Logan’s muscles relax except his rock-hard cock probing into my back while I stand, pressing my thighs together as if doing so would relieve the throb that increased the second he touched me.

  I try to unthaw my tongue that’s suddenly frozen to the roof of my mouth. I’m so far out of my comfort zone. A willing hostage to this man who was puppeteering me when I don’t want anyone controlling my strings.

  But this was Logan. A teacher, and he’s going to devour me.

  An easy-going gush of air leaves him, and every bit of tension releases from his magnetic body. It becomes replaced with needy pants heaving with control and certainty.

  “But what?” I manage to say through a puff of headiness.

  “You need to be taught a lesson about the woman you are to me, Ellie. My pulse kicked up the minute I saw you. Those long legs of yours are the only ones I want to be wrapped around me. Your laugh, your mouth that says so much but at the same time holds things in; I want to kiss and lick and coax every word out of it, even if you’re telling me off. Your inexperience, do you have any idea what that does to me? It makes me rock-fucking-hard. You don’t need to be taught a thing, Ellie. It’s me who’s the student here. It’s me who’s not enough, and do you know why?”

  I inhale a sharp breath, so close to unraveling, my head spins.

  “Because I don’t want this kind of life anymore, Ellie. Why would I, when the most fascinating woman I’ve ever met wants me in spite of the man I was. Don’t doubt yourself when it comes to you not being enough for me again. We’ve only begun, Ellie. There is so much we have to learn about one another. I can’t wait to crawl inside your mind. I look forward to holding your hand. I want simple; I want to talk to you, to breathe you in. I want everything you have to give. I have one question, and if you answer it correctly, we’ll both pass.”

  Slowly, he rotates me so I face him, which makes the ache ten times worse. Because that connection I don’t understand, it bangs like a high-pitched cymbal in the space between us. It triples when he runs his hand down my arm, grabs hold of it and lifts, kissing my knuckles once again — keeping his hot mouth on my skin for several beats before dropping his forehead to mine.

  Our bodies are so close; I can feel every fitful beat of his heart. I can almost hear the rush of the blood pumping through his veins. Could taste the desire that comes off his skin.

  We are both panting.

  “What is it you want from me, Ellie?”

  Reality sluggishly seeps back into my mind, and I fight with what to say.

  “I, I want to be enough for you. I want the same things you do. I want you to touch me, feel me. I want you to need me as much as I do you. I want safety. I want a life. I want all of you too.”

  “Passed with flying colors. However, I haven’t been given a chance to prove myself out of the bedroom yet. We started off backward. It doesn’t mean we can’t continue and let our chemistry fly through the roof. There are circumstances where actions are needed as much as words, Ellie. Tomorrow I’ll give you proof of the kind of man I am. Tonight, I want you to guide me. Tell me what you crave. I want to find the spots on you that set you aflame. I never wanted or needed to be with a woman the way I do you.”

  His words grip hold of my chest, his lips start doing that little knowing quirky lift at the corners just begging me to try and deny.

  Impossible.

  “I want you to make me fall apart.”

  “Oh, I will. You need extra credit first, Ellie. An essay that I’ll gladly give. You need to know that one night with you made me see past the walls of this place. How I could turn my lif
e around and at the same time I could bring more pleasure to you than you’ve dreamed. You are enough for me; want to know why?”

  He nips at my jaw, hands sliding to my ass where he shoves my skirt up and palms the cheeks.

  “Yes.” My voice is shaky from lust.

  “You are all that I see. Your outside beauty shines from within, your heart sings. You are kind, but you want to be bad. You are strong; you are a light that blinds me. I might not know you, but I damn sure know a good woman who wants to be wicked in the bedroom and I’m a lucky man knowing it’s me you desire.” He groans as he cups my ass, squeezing hard. I wouldn’t be surprised if he leaves a mark; I welcome the fingerprints.

  “Oh, God. What are you doing to me?”

  Lust must play out across my features for a moment before his smile turns wicked, and he presses his hardness into my belly.

  I knew he was a master at seduction.

  “Please, Logan. I need—”

  “To come,” he hoarsely finishes for me.

  “Yes. I need you to make me come.”

  “Fuck. Not sure what sounds sexier, you panting my name or asking me to make you come.”

  Both, I think to myself.

  His big hands scorch my skin as they slide up my sides, stopping to rest on my cheeks.

  Logan is a toucher, he’s intense and strikes you with a deep sense of reality with both his words and his touch.

  Dark eyes show a glimpse of so much pleasure that I feel my wetness soak my panties.

  “Give me your mouth. I want to touch your skin, kiss your lips, and taste you. You are the sweetest, sexiest addiction I’ve ever had.”

  Chapter 12

  Logan

  A silent spell falls upon us. I stare at her while those eyes I could watch all day are full of so much yearning it wrecks me.

  Her face is a vision of innocence, purity, and lust. It’s a combination of an angel with a side dish of sin. When our eyes collide—and goddamn, do they ever—it’s like lightning striking an electrical tower. Sparks fly all around. Never in my life have I felt a jolt of electricity hit me just from looking into a woman’s eyes.

  It powers right through my veins.

  Need.

  It licks a trail up my dick.

  I want to go animalistic on her. Push her as far as she’ll let me. I also want to discover everything that turns her on. What parts of her skin will make her squirm with the touch of a finger. Make her beg with my tongue — pant, and scream when I slide into her. I want to kiss her skin lightly, roughly. I want to mark her until she’s dripping with me. I want to watch her face as she comes so I can brand it into my memory until I erase any remaining shred of doubt.

  The minute Seth called to tell me Ellie was here, and I strolled through our office door like a man gone wild; he was about two seconds from having his fingers broken from where he firmly wrapped a hand around my forearm because I needed to maim someone. Preferably myself for expecting this woman with a mind as sharp as a tack would not want to know about this place once she thought about it.

  This place, my life, the women, they were a means to make money for me. Sure, I got off. Immense pleasure? Not even close to the kind Ellie brings out and we haven’t even begun to explore.

  I’m not quite sure what Ellie is doing here, let alone trying to prove by thinking she isn’t enough. If I knew her better, she’d be over my knee for pulling a reckless stunt like this. Newbie night isn’t the best night for someone who has no desire to dip into this lifestyle. It’s the worst night of the month. The kink level is higher than most nights because the women are up for anything and men outnumber them.

  I spotted her straight away when I glanced at the wall full of monitors and watched closely as she gazed out the one-way mirrored window.

  All that hair pulled up in a sleek, shiny ponytail. Her low dipped shirt leaving little to the imagination of what laid underneath. And, Christ, I about lost it when I noticed her long legs were bare. My eyes traveled up those legs, dick growing when I noticed she had on a black leather skirt that hugged the plump curves of her juicy ass. Those big blue pools of hers were full of lust as she watched an orgy.

  I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.

  Rapt.

  Her exquisite beauty reduced me to nothing.

  Christ, I wanted to take her right where she stood as I firmly gripped hold of those curvaceous hips, bent her over the couch in the corner of the room and pushed her short skirt up and over her ass. Fuck her until she promised never to come here again.

  “Logan, please.” Her request is a needing plea.

  She smiles. It’s insecure. Ellie is out of her mind if she believes she isn’t enough. Suppose I’m the guy to give her a lesson in assurance even though the one doing the teaching is her.

  Her palm touches my cheek. Delicate finger running back and forth over my stubble. It’s soft, tender and warm like her lips. It feels unbelievably good when she touches me. I can’t wait until she wraps those fingers around my dick and jacks me off.

  When she begs with those bright blue eyes that do me in every time, her mouth parting, I lower my head and take.

  I devour her sensual mouth. She gives back in return.

  I kiss her until she melts into me. Without breaking apart, I hoist her up, step backward, her arms going around my neck, legs dangling in the air until I plant us on the couch, positioning those long toned legs around me.

  “You are enough for me. Get that through your head. I would never, nor do I want to touch another woman ever again. You either take my word for it, or you don’t. The choice is yours, just like giving me a chance is yours,” I whisper into her mouth, gulping down her panting breaths; those noises are as real as the pulse of this woman in my veins.

  I’ve told many lies while being with a woman; they flew freely from my tongue. With Ellie, I’m clear, focused, and everything I say to her doesn’t even begin to soak up the truth of what I see when I look at her.

  She’s a gift I don’t want to return. One if I could, I'd open every day for the rest of my life.

  There’s no turning back for me after her.

  Ellie’s feet are on the gas, and I’ll go at her pace getting to know her, but the rush, the need to be inside her won’t slow down.

  With Ellie, I forget. With her, I can be me, and that is the best thing this woman can give me. Her body is a bonus.

  I wait for a sassy comeback; when none comes, I run my hands up her naked thighs, break away from her mouth and stare into her out-of-focus and heated eyes, testing my resolve not to fuck her right here and now. I might ease the ache between her legs, but I will never taint her sweet body by fucking her here.

  “I’m sorry, I won’t doubt myself again,” she words softly.

  Jesus, this woman, she’s going to do me in. So pure, I could get drunk on it.

  “Once again, I’m the one who should be sorry, Ellie. I should have never left this part of my life wide open. I should have known you wouldn’t leave it alone. It’s done. The door to this life is closed. I have to work in the office, but that’s all I’ll be doing when I’m here.”

  That’s the truth. The idea of another woman touching me makes me as nauseous as thinking about a man touching Ellie.

  My lies and betrayal, they hang over my head.

  A predatory reminder that they could drop and rip us in two at any given time.

  Doesn’t stop me once again from taking a little more of this woman, while allowing her to unwilling thief a little more of me.

  I run my hands up her thighs, under her skirt, and lightly across her soaking silk panties, where I seek the tiny bud, give it a pinch and caress the line of her slit.

  Damn, is she drenched.

  My tongue darts out to sweep across her lips and before I have the chance to tease, I begin sucking down her every exhale in a deep kiss as she grinds into my hand. Her glazed-over eyes roll into the back of her head as she seeks out what she needs.

  “Jacked off
at least a dozen times these past few weeks thinking about this pussy,” I mumble into her mouth before diving back in.

  My mouth moves from hers to that elegant neck, exploring and nipping as I go. By the time I get to the shell of her ear, she’s panting and moaning and squirming above me, right where she belongs. “You taste so good. Smell divine and edible. My mouth waters thinking about your pussy. It’s the sweetest flavor ever to coat my tongue.” Another truth, regardless if it’s meant to reaffirm her confidence.

  “And this mouth of yours.” I skim back down her neck, take her mouth once again and deepen our kiss that turns into a wild frenzy. “I can’t wait to have it wrapped around me. Can’t wait for more sass so I have an excuse to kiss you.” I lick every corner, every crevice in the well of her delicious mouth and sweep my tongue across her straight white teeth.

  “Your mind is in chaos, and I want to crawl inside and straighten it out. I want your heart as much as your body, and I’ll fight dog dirty to get every bit of you there is to give.”

  It doesn’t take but a second before I’m craving to make her come. A groan deep in the confines of my throat erupts when I stroke her clit, push her panties aside and plunge a finger inside of her heat.

  Warm and tight.

  I tease her clit, apply pressure with my thumb around the sensitive nub. She huffs out a breath and lifts her hips.

  I don’t need to teach this woman a damn thing. She’s a natural at seduction without even knowing it.

  She’s the teacher, the driver, and I’m the asshole who will be asked to get out long before we reach a destination.

  I must be insane. Either that or desperate to have a bit of good in my life before everything turns to shit.

  I bite her bottom lip, then skim my mouth down her neck, planting kisses everywhere. She squirms, pants. Her body is coming alive, turning to perfection in the palm of my hands.

  “You feel me touching you, kissing you? This silky, flawless skin is perfection.” For the life of me, I’ll never understand how she could ever doubt herself.