“Damn it, woman,” I groaned, wanting to pull out.
It felt too damn good. She moaned, rocking her mouth up and down, slow glides that were going to goddamn kill me. Her cheeks puffed out and the shine from the perspiration drove me to get deeper in that mouth.
She released me, and rasped, “You taste so good.”
Now her tongue glided underneath until she reached the head, shiny and thick. Her lips closed around the tip and then slowly, she swallowed me again.
“Damn. Delsey...darlin’...yes.” I stroked her cheeks, my rough calloused thumbs against glowing skin. “I’ve wanted this from the moment I saw you on Monday. I thought I was out of my mind to think it could happen. Here you are.”
“Here I am,” she said, pulling off me to take a much-needed breath considering how big and long I was.
Poor thing needed help. I rocked my hips and fisted the base tight while she licked the tip, swirling her tongue across the top. Damn. Didn’t that make me even harder? This was payback for the way I brought her to her knees earlier by the scoreboard, wasn’t it? I’d made her cry out and go all wanton on me.
She moved fiercer now. More determined. I couldn’t imagine anything feeling so good. Now, before, or after.
My stomach clenched to hold all my muscles in place or I’d start spasming everywhere. “Take me deeper, darlin’. Suck it. Yeah.”
She groaned, approving my dirty talk. The utter naughtiness of Ms. Delsey Mackenzie naked on her knees in the house she owned made me even harder. The house where I hadn’t paid my rent. There she was giving me head. The damn erotic irony of it fucked with my control.
“I’m so close,” I whispered. Please don’t stop.
She stared up at me with a mouthful of my cock. It was truly the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. The sheer joy in her eyes to give me what I needed. To let me take this brutal pleasure when I so didn’t deserve it.
Her lips remaining around my cock was the green light I’d been waiting for. All my muscles loosened and I let go. Bent my knees and held her head. The climax rocketed through me, blasting me with mindless pleasure. My hands trailed down to her neck as she swallowed me, letting me come down her glorious throat.
I grunted and cried out. Let it go. There was no reason to be quiet.
Delsey
LOGAN LIFTED ME UP and put me on his bed, half in it really since it hadn’t been made and the covers bunched around me. “I just need a few minutes, darlin’,” he whispered in my ear.
The sheets smelled like him, musk and soap, and some lingering fireplace smoke from downstairs that had crept its way into the bedroom. It all wrapped up into a scent, I’d love to capture and call Logan Spice.
My mind had been whirling because while Logan was getting his second wind, his fingers found my warm wet center and made small circles on the nub.
“God, you’re so wet,” he said, kissing the insides of my thighs. It was exquisite torture.
“I want you. Inside me.” I took his hat and slipped it on my head, wanting it to claim me.
“Soon, darlin’. I want it to be good. No half of me. All of me. Full and hard. You know what I am now. You know what I can do.”
“Make me come undone, feels like it.”
“You are so gorgeous, Delsey. So smooth. I want to possess all of you. Every inch.” His mouth landed on my center and a flat warm tongue brought me to the edge of madness.
“That sounds so good. God and that feels so good.”
His tongue pushed through my folds and I gripped his hair, soft chestnut strands felt so silky. Logan’s fingers spread me wider and the man feasted on me. A fire rose up in my chest, stealing my voice. My sanity, too. I lost all sense of reality and who we were to get to this moment. I could only writhe against his mouth while falling over that edge.
“I’m almost ready, darlin’. Touch me.” He sat up. “I can keep going or do the deed with this.”
He groaned when my hand closed around him. “God, so soon?”
“You do that to me. I want you so bad. I want this so bad.”
“Me, too, Logan. I need it.”
“I’ve got what you need right here. I’ll do you right, darlin’. Do you feel me throbbing for you?” He leaned back on his knees and opened one of the condom packages. A pile of them had ended up on the bed. At one point, he’d opened the box. I’d been so lost in a haze, I hadn’t noticed.
“You keeping my hat on? I don’t want it crushed because your head may be banging into that headboard in a split-second.” He leaned forward to kiss me, his tongue tasting me.
My body shivered as I removed it and covered my boobs briefly. “Next time, I’ll bring a helmet.”
“Good idea.” With a hard thrust, he entered me and there it was. Sex with Logan Grady. Logan Grady inside me. Punishing me with his cock. Fast strokes followed by long, slow, aching strides.
“Take me. All of me,” he whispered. “I’m so deep in you, darlin’.”
“I want all of you. Make me yours.”
“I want that. Right now, you’re mine.” Logan kept his head on my chest and my right leg in the crook of his elbow spreading me wider. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I whispered against his shoulder, my lips drenching his skin. “In every way.”
“I can tell.” Logan rolled his hips as I stared at beautiful ribbed abs flexing as he moved.
I reached out and scraped my nails against his skin, digging into the hardened planes. I could climb him like a mountain they ran so deep. Logan’s eyes fluttered, closing and he licked his lips. My climax rocked me and I clenched around him. He groaned feeling my trembling waves.
“God, that’s so good.” He thrust harder and faster, emotion leaving a destroyed look on his face. “Delsey, Delsey, Delsey.” He rocked against me until his own shuddering waves inside me stopped.
Logan cupped my ass, bringing us closer together and I waited... Waited for regret to show in his eyes. When he looked at me, all I saw was...
Uh oh...
Love.
Logan
DRAINED AND NEEDING water, Delsey and I went downstairs.
“I’m gonna have a kid in my house wherever I live for the next seven years, maybe longer. I don’t know when I could walk around my house like this again. And with a beautiful naked woman. I’m taking advantage.”
I liked watching Delsey move. Even nude, she strutted with grace and elegance.
My control broke in the kitchen watching her gulp water. She dipped her fingers in the plastic cup and shot droplets at me. It felt amazing against my heated skin. But she’d teased me. I flicked some water back on her and she squealed in a sound I loved. When she reached behind her to put the faucet on and grab the hose spray, I had to make my move.
“Oh no. Now you’re in trouble.” I came at her, pushing it out of her hand gently. Then I spun her around and lifted her leg on the counter. “This is your punishment.”
God, the view of her pussy, glistening and swollen killed me. Red, but still inviting. “I didn’t bring a condom down here with me. I can put one on in a minute. Can I do this?” I pushed my cock against her entrance. “Take you like this. For a minute?”
“I trust you. I want to feel you.”
“I want to feel you.”
I slid in from behind. My taut stomach and her arching back gave me the most amazing view of me claiming her in the most primal position.
I didn’t recognize myself, and it felt fantastic to go wild. Every thrust pulled a moan from her. I cupped her breasts to hold on, pinching her nipples.
“So good. I love this. Don’t stop,” she whined.
She felt so much tighter like this, if that were possible. And she got wetter and wetter. Hotter. Scorching.
I buried myself to the hilt and her crying moans made me feel like a god. I thrusted over and over, possessing her, waiting for her to come and surrender to me. Again.
I could get used to this...
“Come
for me again, darlin’. Then I’ll take you upstairs and show you another dirty thing I love.”
Chapter Sixteen
Delsey
“Did I hurt you?” Logan asked, stroking my back with a devilish finger stroll.
“No.”
His warm lips drenched my shoulder. “Good. Did you like it?”
“Mmmm. So good.” Logan did me dirty, all right. And I loved it.
“You said something the other day,” he murmured on. “That I don’t know what you do. So much has happened since then. But it’s been bugging me because you got really passionate.”
“What day?”
“I forget.”
I had to think for a moment because it’d been a long week. So many hours taken up by this man who’d just shown me another side of pleasure I wasn’t sure I could get enough of. “Refresh my memory.”
“I think I accused you of always being right and you damn near snapped.”
It came back to me and I rolled over to see his eyes. “I don’t know about other scientists, but the idea that I’m always right is sort of a slap in the face.”
His face turned harsh. “I never intended—”
I silenced him with a kiss. “I know you didn’t. I’ve let myself get lost in my lab. The company is running well with Truitt at the helm. I’m doing what I love, but I get obsessed. Research is mostly failing. If you knew for sure how to get the desired outcome, then you’d just whip up a formula and send it into production. There’s a lot I need to get right. It’s important to me that my makeup comes from the cleanest ingredients. But it has to perform, too. There’re tons of mixtures to test. Am I boring you?” I noticed his eyes had glazed over and I’m sure if I brought up my bunny scandal, they’d pop open. But I’d rather him drift off from having an amazing orgasm.
“I’m amazed, not bored. And I feel a little ashamed. Because we’re naked and I thought of Maddie. How she’s like you in so many ways. Not like this, thank goodness,” he said, stroking my breast. “Not yet.”
“I waited a long time for these. Hers will come in soon.”
“Okay, stop talking about her.” He laughed and kissed my forehead. “I’m sorry when I said you just made makeup. Maddie gave me an earful the night you landed and we watched you on the local news. She knows how you want your products to empower women without...how did she put it because it really floored me. Oh, without making them disappear.”
I sat up. “She said that?”
“Yeah, why do you look shocked?”
“That was from an interview a few years ago.”
“I guess I always grabbed magazines that featured you. Maddie loves to read. Why not read something positive?”
My throat went tight because if those allegations got off the dark web and went mainstream, Maddie would hate me. Pushing past that, I said, “Wanting to give women natural products to put on their face and not harsh chemicals has created a real mini-revolution in my business. There’s so much research on products found in nature and not synthetics. It’s my own little space race.” God, I turned into such a geek around Logan.
“You’re adorable, you know that?”
“I love what I do, Logan, and I’m helping women.”
“I know you are. I’m really proud of you. God, Delsey,” he said, rolling over as well. “I was such an ass. But I was afraid. Once I admitted to myself that I wanted you in high school, I didn’t think you’d let me touch you. But then you let me kiss you. And after, you were going to a fancy college out of state and I had no idea what to do with myself. I wasn’t right for you. And that angered me. It made me a dick. I took it out on you. And I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry that I...inadvertently made you feel that way.”
“Wasn’t anything you did,” he said and swore under his breath.
“What?”
“We were talking about you and then I made this shit about me. You were talking about working in your lab and how it felt to fail. I guess I identified with that. And it struck me.”
“Research needs a lot of perseverance and believing in your goal. Understanding your failures have value, but to also know when to give up on...”
“On?”
“Lost causes.”
He choked. “You’re talking about me.”
“Sorry. I’m blabbering.”
“I like you blabbering. Your voice has a soft soothing ring to it. It draws me in.”
“I’d say so.” I fell back in his arms. “Will you miss it when I leave?”
Even in the dark, Logan’s stare was bold and clear as the brightest star on the darkest night. He blinked several times. He was tired and I didn’t know what he’d say if I started proposing crazy ideas. Like buying the house and the loan.
Or even crazier, us making a go of this.
“You may not like my answer,” he said low and gruff.
“I was so confused over what to tell Maddie,” I said, sliding back down toward the pillow. “She’s still a kid and has a lot going on. I didn’t want her wondering where I am.”
“You’re so amazing with her.”
“So are you.”
“Thanks.” He leaned in and kissed me. It started sweetly, but turned passionate. His shoulders slumped like a shot of exhaustion hit him. “I want to make love to you again, darlin’, but you wore me out.”
“I’m quite worn out. All over. But I feel so satisfied.”
“Same here.”
“Am I staying here?”
“I want you to.”
I kicked my legs under the cool sheets. “Good. I want to stay. This feels nice.”
“It sure does. But that’s my side.”
I scrunched myself further in, signaling, I’m not moving.
He laughed and pulled me in closer. “My side of the bed looks better with you in it than my sorry ass falling in it after a long hard day.”
Logan was the best damn lost cause I ever came across.
With my arm under the pillow and Logan mirroring me with his, we gazed at each other for a while until the weight of his stare pulled me under.
I WOKE UP WITH THE sun burning my forehead. Must be why Logan chose this side. Better than an alarm clock. I rolled over and buried myself against his chest. Soft coils of bronze hair felt so good. Made me feel alive. Wiping the sleep out of my eyes, I took him in. What a god. A picture of male beauty. All morning-after sexed up with messy hair only made him hotter. I’d only had eyes for him in high school. Which proved my love of lost causes was only outdone by my gluttony for punishment. Wanting the one man who kept hurting me.
My stomach tickled and I needed coffee. While Logan had been taking me on the kitchen counter, I didn’t remember seeing a coffee maker, then again, I hadn’t been looking for one. Pushing a hair behind my ear, I froze. The scales near my right ear reminded me, all my makeup was gone. If Logan woke up now, he’d see me exposed.
Sure, he’d seen the acne in high school, but the scarring happened gradually as I aged. As my skin aged. With each year, my face got thinner too, more defined and I guess made me prettier in a mature way. But without baby fat filling out my cheeks, my scars stood out more.
Hiding who I really was wasn’t the way to start a relationship. But that’s not what we were doing, so there was no reason to creep Logan out. I laid a kiss on his nose and got out of bed. I felt his hands try to pull me back to bed. But I skedaddled to the bathroom, where I’d left my clothes and my purse. The dress I’d had on last night was comfy enough, but if there were ever a moment I wanted leggings and my Johns Hopkins hoodies, it was now.
A little discomfort in the morning was well worth the price of the best sex of my life. At that, I touched myself. Swollen and sore.
My hair looked nothing short of a hot mess, so I just let it stay unruly. Men liked that, I’d heard. Liked a woman looking all wild if they’d been the responsible party. My face, however, was another story. My handy pressed powder compact smoothed out my uneven skin and hid the harshest
crevices of all my scars. Only my liquid foundation made them disappear, but my stash was back at Nickel Song. A creamy rich glow was a good diversion and better than nothing.
I didn’t want to go for the whole made-up look at seven a.m., anyway. I just wanted to tone down the harsh imperfections.
Being dressed allowed me to slip downstairs to the kitchen and assess the java situation. Ha! A coffee maker. I peeked in the fridge, but didn’t spot a tin of coffee. Scanning the cabinets, the window to the yard drew my attention. The vast stretches of the property took my breath away. I’d not noticed before how far back the land went.
I got my snooping on, but after a few feet off the back porch, I regretted going outside without a coat. A garage sat off to the side with the door ajar. I peeked inside.
A few tools hung from a wall of pegs. The man could build things I bet, look what he’d made of us? In the corner, the smell of gasoline got stronger as I approached. A riding mower and a snowblower sat under tarps that were askew. Wild Heart didn’t get much snow. But lately, a few surprise blizzards had even crippled Houston. On the opposite wall were rakes, hoes, and shovels. All the things one would expect in a garage. A man’s world.
I smiled and left. Checking out the house again, I breathed in relief. I expected to see Logan glaring at me from the back porch. Nope. The man was sleeping in. Good. He needed his rest. I looked out again at the land and took it in.
Forget doing a Hearts and Horses therapy center on Renner Ranch, he had the room here. He had enough room for a stable or just a shedrow of stalls. Logan’s life could turn around if he just gave his pride a day off and let me help him.
It was for Maddie. Really. Mostly.
I jumped, feeling a warm coat that smelled like Logan getting dropped on my shoulders. “You’ll catch your death, darlin’.” Then a warm kiss slid across my neck.
His scent was divine. I turned to catch the most beautiful man I’d ever had the privilege of touching and kissing and making love to standing there in a blue and white flannel shirt and jeans. He hadn’t bothered to button up the shirt leaving so much of his hard and roped stomach muscles on display. Just for me. Yum. His jeans hugged his body so deliciously. His chestnut hair looked like it’d only seen his fingers, but I loved that rumpled sleepy look. And that a bit of morning scruff regrowing on his face gave him the rough cowboy look through and through.
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