by Krista Wolf
“Any idea what the fuck that was about?”
Kara let out a short, nervous laugh. “None.”
“You didn’t owe that bitch money or anything? Because the way she looked at you. Screamed at you…”
She laughed softly. It felt good to laugh. Even in Logan’s arms.
Especially in Logan’s arms…
He held her for several minutes, until she stopped shaking, then got up and crossed the room. Kara looked on curiously as Logan began examining the opposite wall.
“What are you—”
“This is where she passed through, right?”
Kara shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. Close enough.”
Using the rim of his thumbnail, Logan picked at the top edge of the hideous wallpaper. It came away without much of a fight. Slowly, carefully, he began peeling it backward, toward himself.
The faded image of what was once a door frame appeared beneath it.
“Damn,” Kara swore. “Good work.”
Logan smoothed away the glue and plaster, then blew away the dust. The outline became much more distinct.
“Where do you think it leads?” Kara asked.
“More like where it did lead,” he offered. “It’s blocked off now.”
He rolled the paper back up and pinned the edge beneath the molding. It still looked like shit, but could pass for undamaged at a quick glance.
“Tomorrow,” he said, dusting his hands off. “Lots of stuff gets answered.”
Kara’s eyes crawled slowly over his body. She couldn’t help it. A thin sheen of sweat lent extra definition to Logan’s arms, chest, and torso. His stomach, she was glad to see, was still flat and taut. Maybe not as tight as it had been six years ago, but his abdominals still rippled powerfully, just beneath the skin.
She watched him settle back into the loveseat. It was almost funny watching him try to cram his six-foot-two frame between the tiny couch’s ancient wooden arms.
“Okay, open that window,” said Kara. “Just a crack.”
Logan jumped back to his feet, his expression one of complete relief. His arms flexed tightly, biceps and triceps, as he undid the latch and lifted the creaky old window frame.
“And get into bed with me,” she added at last. Logan’s eyes went wide with disbelief.
“I’ll be damned if I’m sleeping alone with that ghost roaming around.”
Eight
The room cooled down quickly. Kara found herself beneath the covers, alongside Logan. At first they slept separately, back to back. But the first time he flipped over, she found herself spooning into him, seeking warmth.
This is a bad idea, the little voice in her head told her. You’re being stupid…
She kept telling herself she was still shaken. That she needed the comfort, the human contact. But it was more than that. Much more.
Kara flipped too. She was facing him now, nose to nose. His eyes were wide open.
“Why?” she asked simply.
The question lingered. It hung unanswered between them in the nighttime silence. Logan only stared back at her impassively. She studied his face, his lips…
“Why what?”
“You know what.”
He shrugged. “We were young. It was young love.”
“I was young,” she corrected him. “You took advantage.”
“You weren’t doing any complaining,” said Logan. “And if I recall, you always pushed harder than me.”
“I was nineteen. I didn’t have a clue what I was doing.”
He laughed. “Think any of us do?”
They were even closer now. Somehow during the conversation, one or both of them had snuggled in.
“Alright, maybe I understand why,” she admitted, dropping her gaze. “But the way it ended—”
He leaned in and kissed her. It was quick. Bold. But not entirely unexpected.
Kara’s mind spun, dizzily. She was lost between places. Between choices.
“I—I just—”
His lips pressed hard, churning insistently against her own. She could smell him, taste him. She could remember him. And then suddenly… suddenly Kara was kissing him back. She did it hungrily. Thirstily. Without reservation.
Dumb dumb dumb!
She pushed — no shoved aside the voice in her head. The voice no longer mattered. All that mattered was Logan’s two strong arms, sliding around her. Keeping her safe in the warmth and security of the world beneath their blankets.
Her lips parted slightly, and his tongue entered her mouth. It slid sexily against her own. Kara allowed her body to relax, her brain flooding with the pure, familiar pleasure of being crushed against her former lover. Everything came rushing back, all at once. The memories of being together. Of Logan on top of her. In her…
All of it was glorious.
“Tell me you want me,” he whispered, breaking the kiss.
She hesitated, but only for a second.
“Maybe.”
He laughed, but his eyes remained serious. “Say it.”
Kara sighed, squirming a bit in his arms before finally going limp. She surrendered, but only because she wanted to.
“Okay, I want you.”
It was true. Oh God, was it true…
“Good.”
He rolled her onto her back, slipping one hand beneath her T-shirt. Kara arched her back and let him. As his warm palm slid over the naked curve of her breast, she moaned.
“I’ve missed you…”
For years, they were the three simple words she’d wanted to hear. She craved them. Dreamed about them.
Right now they actually scared her.
“I… I missed you too.”
She couldn’t believe it. It was like someone had taken over her body and actually spoken for her. Logan’s mouth closed on hers again, kissing her over and over until she was delirious. Her shirt was pulled up, exposing her breasts. His lips kissed their way down her neck, her shoulder…
“Ohhh…”
Kara gasped as Logan’s mouth closed over her nipple. His stubble tickled her breast. She pulled him in anyway.
“Oh fuck…”
A palm slid downward, over the flat expanse of her belly. Instinctively, Kara spread her legs for him. She began to tremble as his hand tugged her panties to one side. He rubbed her gently, touching her in all the same places he used to. Moving ever downward…
Oh my God…
Logan’s tongue circled Kara’s areola as he slipped two thick fingers inside her. He swirled them around. Dragged them gently through the shallows of her pussy…
“Fuck me…”
If he heard her plea, he completely ignored her. Kara reached out and yanked his boxers down instead. Bending one knee, she kicked her foot outward to push them down his legs and straight off. Logan chuckled into her breast.
“You’re still good at that?”
Kara’s hand closed over his warm, thick cock.
“I’m still good at lots of things.”
Slowly she began to stroke him. It felt reassuringly good. Logan was already three-quarters of the way hard, and had moved on to her other breast. She decided to go down on him. It was something, during their brief time together, Kara had learned she especially loved.
And of course, so did he.
She slid down, between his legs. He sucked air in through clenched teeth as she closed her mouth over the head, gyrating as her lips slid down along the length of his shaft.
“Wow… oh wow…”
Up and down she went, getting it slick and wet. Pumping it at the base with one clenched fist.
Is this what you wanted?
She was under the covers now, burrowed snugly within the warmth and darkness. Logan’s manhood filled her mouth nicely, pushing its way into the back of her throat. He tasted musky, salty, sweet. Kara sucked harder, and a gob of his sticky pre-come leaked onto the flat of her tongue.
“You have to stop.” The words were muffled, but clear enough. “You’re gonna make me come
…”
Not one to be told what to do, Kara continued. While still blowing him, she started massaging his balls with her free hand. They felt heavy and swollen in her palm. Exactly as she remembered them.
“Kara.”
The tone was stern now. A warning.
“Kara…”
She let her hand drop, allowing the tips of her fingernails to trace lightly along the sensitive line of his scrotum. It was a technique that used to tickle him. Hell, it used to tickle someone. Suddenly she wasn’t so sure which—
“FUUUUUCK!”
Logan exploded into her mouth, shooting jet after jet of hot come straight down Kara’s throat. She felt strangely powerful, gripping his cock while he did it, feeling it go off like a firework in her hand. She had to swallow twice in rapid succession, and then a third time when he was just about done. All the while, she kept her lips clamped tightly around his pulsating shaft.
“Jesus, Kara…”
She cleaned him fully when she was done, licking her way up and down along the length of his shaft. A minute went by. Two minutes. Kara was savoring it. Remembering it…
“Get up here.”
He pulled her upward, as easily as if she were nothing. As Kara’s head re-emerged into the world above the blankets, she sucked in several big gulps of sweet, deliciously cool air.
Logan flipped her onto her back again. He looked down at her, all glassy-eyed and dreamy.
“Your turn.”
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About the Author
Krista Wolf is a lover of action, fantasy and all good horror movies… as well as a hopeless romantic with an insatiably steamy, dirtier side.
She writes suspenseful, mystery-infused stories filled with blistering hot twists and turns. Tales in which headstrong, impetuous heroines are the irresistible force thrown against the immovable object of powerful, alpha heroes.
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