by Lacey Alpha
“I can't,” I say, trying not to focus on the feel of her bare skin flush against my back.
“Why?”
“I don't trust myself.”
“I don't trust you either.” Her lips press against my spine, running up my shoulder blades.
I release a shallow breath, letting go of her hands. She doesn't trust me to keep her hands off her? Or in general?
“Please Logan.”
A low growl escapes my throat as I make my decision, rolling toward her. Her eyes blaze at me, her burning expression reaching into my chest and dragging at my heart. I'm under her spell and now it's entirely up to her. All it would take is one word of encouragement and I'd give her every part of myself, readily, willingly. Is this what Adam was talking about? I never understood it, I always thought he was a pussy whipped idiot. But now I'm making all of his mistakes.
She cups my cheek in her hand, leaning in and grazing her lips over the corner of my mouth. I don't move but my body responds for her, my skin raging with heat.
Her hand slides around my neck and she presses her mouth firm to mine, encouraging me. I break, giving her what she wants, what I want. But what I know I'll have to pay for later.
I kiss her softly, shutting my eyes as I slide my tongue onto hers. The wetness of tears rub from her cheeks to mine and I snap my eyes open.
Rolling her onto her back, I bear down on her, running my hands into her hair. “Why are you crying?”
She sucks her lower lip, saying nothing. It's infuriating.
“Why won't you talk to me?” I press, kissing the tears away, hating seeing her so upset.
“I can't, Logan,” she breathes. “I just can't.”
I drop my mouth to her neck, kissing her slowly, worshipping the smoothness of her skin. The thing that scares me most about her silence is the fact that she may never be ready to talk about her feelings. And though I'm hardly the sort of person she should confess them to, someday she'll have to, to someone worthy. Because the thought of this girl ending up alone just doesn't bear thinking about.
“One more day,” she pleads in a whisper, tilting her chin up for me to kiss her.
I sigh, my body a slave to this girl. “One more day.”
DARCY
Logan presses his weight down on me, parting my legs with his knees. I gasp at the sensation of his hard length rubbing between my thighs. Quickly lifting my knees, I rise to meet him. His eyes are intense and deep, his brow furrowed as he runs his mouth over my body.
This is different. This is everything unspoken between us, screaming from our bodies.
I clutch his neck, feeling so much at once that I'm overwhelmed. I need to escape the storm in my mind, the confusion rushing through my head. I'm so lost. And all that I long for is to be found by him. So why can't I simply let my guard down and give this a chance?
He didn't fuck the French girl.
Logan unhooks my bra, sliding it gently off my shoulders.
But he wanted to fuck her.
He groans softly, shifting his hips so his erection rubs me through my knickers. I gasp in pleasure, grabbing his neck and lifting myself toward him.
But he didn't fuck her.
I don't know what to do. I want him to claim me, to force this confusion away and leave me with nothing but clarity. I need to tell him how I feel. But it's so, so hard.
Logan's fingers trail down my sides, his expression intense and dark, heavy with lust.
He clasps my knickers, kneeling up between my thighs and tugging them down my legs. They sail over my skin and he lifts my legs right up so my ankles hover by his shoulders.
Discarding my little thong, he grasps my right ankle, lifting my heel to his mouth and trailing his tongue up my instep.
I shiver, pressing my shoulders into the mattress and raising my hips. His touch is lightning, a storm I want to dance in.
He moves forward, his tongue running up my calf, travelling in a direct line up my inner thigh. I inhale as his mouth surrounds my throbbing clitoris, the heat of his tongue sending pleasure rolling through me.
“Ah – Logan,” I gasp, his tongue flicking back and forth so softly, making my thighs quiver.
He presses his hands to my legs, pushing them down and spreading me wide. Lowering his mouth, he pushes his tongue inside me, reaching into me with languid strokes.
I can hardly stand the intensity, fisting my hands in the sheets as I begin to cry and moan his name.
The jingle of his belt sends a rocket of anticipation through me and I sit up, pawing at his shoulders, encouraging him up.
He lifts his head, giving me a slanted grin. It's the first time he's looked at me like that in so long. It nearly breaks me.
I push him back until he drops off the bed, standing and moving to drop his jeans. I hurry to the edge of the bed, swinging my legs over it and taking hold of his waistband. I free his impressive length, quickly dipping my head and taking him into my mouth. He sucks air between his teeth, his hands reaching into my hair and tugging hard.
“Darcy,” he groans, his end throbbing in my throat.
I taste him fully, running my tongue up and down his shaft. He's delectable, the saltiness of his skin divine. I never enjoyed doing this before, but giving this bear of a man pleasure is turning me on like crazy. And why does he taste so damn good?
“Oh-fuck. Darcy. Enough or you're gonna end this sooner than I want.”
Pouting my disappointment, I release him, gazing up at him and awaiting his instruction.
His chest heaves as he pants, his eyes the deepest of blues as he gazes at me. “On the bed.”
I nod, rising to my feet, but before I can drop back onto it, he grabs my hips, burying his tongue in my mouth. I tip toe up to meet him, sighing contentedly as my chest presses to his.
Grabbing my hips, he spins me around, slapping my ass hard.
A yelp escapes my throat and he chuckles softly, pressing his hand down on my spine so I fall forward onto the bed. My feet hang just off the edge and I stretch and flex my toes as I await Logan's next move, heat gathering hot and fast between my legs.
His weight presses down on the bed as he kneels between my calves, laying down and positioning himself between my thighs.
“Logan,” I moan, rocking my hips from side to side, anxious for him.
Wrapping a fist into my hair, he tugs back tightly so I'm dragged upwards. He enters me without warning, pounding me hard, tugging my neck back until it's near-painful. It drives me wild and I grow increasingly wet around his thick shaft.
“Is this hard enough for you, Darce?” he growls, wrenching my head back once more.
My head spins wildly as he presses my thighs apart with his knees, entering me impossibly deeply.
“Is it?” he demands and I wail.
“Yes, yes,” I moan.
“I think you can take it harder.” He increases his pace, stretching me apart, my back aching as he drags me up to meet his hardened torso.
I come forcefully, gasping. And he releases my hair, letting me fall forward onto the sheets, dropping his hands either side of my waist and ramming into me. He finishes with a deep thrust of his hips, groaning carnally as he relaxes his weight onto me, his mouth pressing between my shoulder blades.
Exhausted, I wriggle out from beneath him. He lets me go, rolling into the space beside me. He tugs me into his arms and I go slack, letting him wrap me in his strong embrace.
“No rules today,” he insists, kissing my temple. I nod, currently having no qualms about that at all.
“So I can be a bitch to you in the bedroom?” I tease, furling a brow.
He grins at me, tugging me closer. “I'm not sure you ever did stick to that one anyway.”
I laugh and he joins in, the gruff sound making the knot in my chest unravel.
“Shouldn't we get on the road soon?” I ask, feeling sad about leaving. Right now, we're in our own little cocoon, safe from the pressure to make decisions or define what this is.
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“Probably...but I'd like to make the most of you first.” He kisses me, his fingers trailing down my spine, so gently it's like he's a different man to the rough sex god he was minutes ago. I like this man, too...the generous lover who sets my body on fire with the lightest touch.
“Again?” I whisper and he nods, his expression falling serious as he rolls me onto my back.
“Brace yourself, sweetheart. I'm about to attempt to get enough of you.”
His words make my neck prickle, the knot retying itself inside my ribcage. Because deep down, I don't want Logan to get bored of me like he does other women. And that tiny flame of hope is burning lower by the day, and it'll be all my fault if it goes out.
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By mid afternoon, we're back on the road and things between Logan and I seem less tense. There's still the elephant in the room of my reluctance to open up to him, but for once he lets it go and we chat idly as if we're actually friends. I tell him about Kelly and how we were always close growing up, but when I ask about his brother, he's guarded and stiff. I don't know what went on between them, but I sense there's unfinished business there he doesn't want to talk about. And I can hardly blame him, considering my own lack of emotional honesty.
As the sun sinks low in the sky, shrouding the world in a deep mauve, Logan pulls off of the autoroute into a garage. He steps out of the car to fill up the tank and an idea springs into my mind. Sucking my lower lip, I gaze at the driver's seat. I wonder what it would be like to drive a car like this...
As Logan heads into the shop to pay, I step out of the car, walking around to the driver's side and leaning against the door.
When he returns, he smirks at me, slowing his pace. “What are you doing?”
I grin, letting him approach before taking hold of his shirt and pulling him toward me. He quickly takes advantage, slipping his tongue between my lips and kissing me sweetly. I forget everything for a second, my legs going weak as he claims me with his mouth.
He holds my waist, dragging me against him. “Mm,” he hums as he releases me.
I'm flustered beyond belief, gripping his shoulders for support.
“That what you wanted?” he teases, pinning me to the car with his hips.
“I-er.” I shake my head, figuratively gathering my crumpled body from the floor. “I was actually going to ask to drive the car.”
He raises his brows then dangles the keys in front of my nose. “Go nuts, sweetheart.” He kisses my cheek before moving around the McLaren and slipping into the passenger's seat.
Straightening my dress and taking a few breaths to calm myself down, I enter the car. Logan makes a show of putting his seatbelt on, giving me a pointed look.
I laugh. “I'm a better driver than you are.”
“Yeah, I bet that Ford KA of yours requires some real skill to handle.”
I give him a gormless face then slide the key into the ignition, turning the engine on with a roar. I press my foot to the accelerator, feeling powerful as I take control of this beast of a car.
“Easy,” Logan warns in a low growl that sends a tremor through me.
I press my sandal gently down and pull back onto the autoroute, picking up speed as I get the feel for it. When I grow more confident, I move into the outside lane, racing along.
“How am I doing?” I glance over at Logan, biting my lip.
His eyes blaze at me, making my stomach flip over. “Great. Eyes on the road though, Darce.”
A smile hugs my cheeks as I return my attention to the road. Logan drops a hand onto my leg and sparks of heat ignite deep inside me.
I press my legs together as his hand slides higher. “Concentrate, Darcy.”
“You're making that a little difficult,” I say, slightly breathless.
He chuckles darkly, making my body respond further, my insides constricting.
As the light extinguishes in the sky, the McLaren's headlights turn on automatically and the dashboard illuminates in electric blue. Blue like Logan's eyes.
I drive and drive, closing in on Paris where we can get the Eurostar across the English Channel to Dover.
The lights on the highway start blurring into one and my eyelids soon begin to feel heavy.
“I think we should pull over for the night,” Logan says and I raise my brows.
“Aren't you anxious to get this car back to England?” I steal a glance at him, the headlights from the road flaring in his eyes.
“Not right now, I'm not,” he says in a low voice and I sense his eyes on me, making me nervous. “We can rest in the car for a few hours.” He points at a service station up ahead and I indicate off the autoroute, taking the slip road into it.
I circle a cluster of shops, following signs for a rest stop. I drive into it, finding it empty bar one truck. I pull up behind it alongside a line of high bushes, killing the engine.
I yawn heavily and Logan takes my hand, squeezing my fingers. I say nothing, enjoying the contact, trying not to overthink it.
“Are you hungry?” he asks, his voice sounding loud in the quiet space.
He's just a shadow in the darkness, growing clearer as my eyes adjust.
“No,” I breathe, my heart pounding harder. The air between us seems charged with static, the hairs on my arms raising.
Logan's hand slides into my hair and he pulls me against him, my lips clashing against his. A desperate moan of longing claws its way out of my throat. I tear at his shirt and he drags me toward him.
I'm yanked backwards by my seatbelt and start giggling. Logan laughs too, burying his face in my neck.
His hands run over my body, sliding down to the buckle and unclipping me. Feeling mischievous, I slip away from him, crawling through the car onto the back seat.
“Are you coming?” I tease, reaching beneath my dress and tugging my thong down my legs.
“Try and stop me.” He presses his hands to both seats, lifting his legs through and kneeling over me, leaning down and cupping my cheek.
“The front seat not good enough for you?” I hear the smile in his voice.
“I've never done it in the back of a car before,” I reveal, knotting my fingers into his shirt as I start to unbutton it.
“Well I have some work to do then, don't I?” He nuzzles my neck, kissing and sucking as he travels up to my ear.
I wriggle sideways and drop down onto the seat. He quickly follows, shrugging out of his shirt. I relish the heat of his skin, sliding my fingers over his chest, teasing the hair down by his belly button.
His fingers reach between my parted legs and he inhales in surprise as he finds my knickers already removed.
“You're a little vixen, aren't you?” He slides two fingers inside me and I moan loudly, rolling my neck, unable to respond.
He pumps his hand, using his other palm to support himself, pressing flat against the window pane.
Reaching between us, I tug open his belt, anxious for him, my body already tightening around his fingers.
“Easy, sweetheart. I want to enjoy this.” He quickly removes his fingers from me, making me gasp and writhe beneath him.
He slides down his zipper, his eyes glinting at me as he pushes up my dress, exposing my hot centre. I suck on my lip, lifting my knees and locking them around his waist.
“I need you,” I pant, tightening my legs around him, trying to encourage him closer.
He releases his erection from his jeans, rubbing himself up and down. “How much do you need me?”
I reach for him, wetting my lips, wanting every inch of his delicious length inside me. “So much.”
He takes a condom from his pocket and I snatch it from his hand, ripping the packet open with my teeth.
“Oh Darcy, you're going to get it so hard.”
A thrill goes through me and I quickly sheath him, rolling the condom down his shaft with two hands.
“Lie back,” he instructs, his tone authoritative.
A shiver darts through my body as I co
mply, my thighs quivering as I spread them for him. He takes hold of my hips, lowering down and thrusting himself inside me. I gasp in surprise at his fierceness, adrenaline spiking through me.
I cling to him, raising my hips to his, giving him easier access in the small space of the car. He sinks into me, groaning in pleasure, his arms pressing one into the seat, one on the window to support himself.
“Logan,” I sigh as he inches deeper into me.
He ducks his head, his mouth meeting mine, gentle and soft. I run my hands into his hair, kissing him with rolling strokes of my tongue. The air grows hot around us and we're soon soaked in sweat as we work in perfect synchronicity to give each other pleasure.
Logan slows his pace, kneeling up and snatching my dress by the collar. His biceps bulge as he rips it down the middle, making me gasp with anger. I instantly forget to care as he lowers back onto me, ramming into me, his hands skimming over my bare skin.
He rears above me, filling me completely, making my head spin. My insides grip him tightly and I know I'm seconds away from finishing, my body trembling with anticipation.
He lays his weight on me, his mouth by my ear as he pants and groans, the primal sound driving me crazy.
“Loga-” I start but can't finish as I completely come apart, tumbling into the beautiful precipice of ecstasy where nothing exists but him and me.
He finishes a split-second after I do, grunting heavily, gripping my shoulders as he drives me down onto him.
We lay gasping, dragging down lungfuls of heated air, surrounded by foggy windows and the sound of our exhaustion.
I find Logan's mouth, kissing him hard, trying to tell him everything I'm unable to say with words. His hands trail over my neck, my shoulders, caressing me as his tongue dances with mine.
I wrap my legs around him, not wanting this moment to end, encouraging him to stay in place.
He laughs softly against my lips before lifting his head, his eyes boring into mine, twinkling at me in the half-light.
“That was fun,” he remarks and I drop my head back.
“More than fun,” I sigh, knowing that this deal between us is coming to an end. Tomorrow we'll be back in England and we'll go our separate ways. Will we even talk any more? Would he want that?
