Reckless and Wild: A Small Town Romantic Suspense (Port James Series Book 1)

by Alyssa Coolen

  Yours, I thought, dizzy with need as he kissed my legs and sunk his teeth into my hip.

  Without warning, he flattened his tongue against my slit and licked up, the tip of his tongue circling my already sensitive clit.

  “Logan!” I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair. My knees threatened to buckle and I threw my head back, breathing heavily.

  He repeated the motion and used one hand to drape my left leg over his shoulder, forcing me to open wider for him and giving him a better angle. Quickly, he pushed two fingers inside me, groaning when I clenched around them.

  “You’re already so close, aren’t you?” Logan’s voice held a note of wonder and then he was right back to it, sucking my clit between his lips while he curled his fingers inside me. He hit that spot that was so deep and so sweet, my hips jerking against him. There was no chance in hell that I was going to last and I needed to tell him that, needed him to know that I couldn’t… that I was about to…

  “Logan, I’m… I’m…” I was moaning, gasping. Unable to catch my breath as I chased my orgasm.

  “Come for me, Juliette. Come on my fucking tongue, baby. Do it.”

  Logan’s words taunted me and I flew over the edge, my whole body stiffening. I tugged at his hair in what had to be a painful grip, my whole body tense as I cried out his name. He lapped at me gently while I came down, pressing kisses and licks to the thigh that was over his shoulder. I whimpered and breathed heavily, feeling the aftershocks of a beautiful, soul shattering orgasm.

  When Logan stood and pressed his mouth to mine, I could taste myself on his tongue and it was so erotic, so dirty, that I couldn’t help but suck on his tongue for a few moments while he grabbed every part of my body he could get his hands on, including my breasts.

  “I love these,” he whispered hotly and then ducked his head down, swirling his tongue around one sensitive peak.

  “Please,” I whined shamelessly. “Please fuck me.”

  He tugged me to the couch and then turned me around, bending me over the back of it so that my ass was sticking up in the air crudely, my breasts pressed into a suede couch cushion. He palmed one cheek roughly and kneed his way between my legs. I heard his belt buckle as he dropped his pants, and then he spoke.

  “What if I wanted to tie you up?”

  I froze, my mind forcing me back to that night at the cabin. Conlon tying my wrists so tight they bled. They still weren’t healed all the way and, as if Logan knew what I was thinking, he traced the chafed skin with his fingers.

  “I wouldn’t tie them at the wrist,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. I bit my lip as his fingers trailed up my forearm, stopping just below my elbow. “I’d do it here. Not too tight.”

  When I still didn’t say anything, Logan leaned forward and covered my body with his, brushing my hair over one shoulder as he kissed the shell of my ear. “If you don’t want me to, I won’t. There’s no pressure, babe. I promise.”

  I surprised myself by shaking my head. “No, I… I want it. I want you to do it, Logan. I trust you.”

  Was I nervous? Yes. But there was something inherently sexy about completely submitting to him. Letting Logan have that control over me turned me on like no other, and I wanted this. Wanted him.

  “Tie me up.”

  That was all the confirmation he needed as he grabbed his tie off the couch and slid the soft silk around my arms, tying them together so that my breasts pushed even farther into the cushions, my hands locked at the small of my back.

  My heart was pounding as he tied the knot loosely and then kissed my shoulder blade. “Okay?” he asked gently.

  “Okay,” I confirmed.

  Logan bent at the knee and lined himself up at my entrance, tapping the head of his cock against my clit until I moaned and wiggled my ass against him. In one swift movement, he’d sheathed himself to the hilt, so deep it hurt as he held himself there.

  He allowed me to adjust, keeping his palm flat against my back, refusing to allow me to arch. He controlled everything from his movements to mine, giving me all of his cock or just the tip as he teased me, tormented me. Logan fucked me slow and deep, grinding his pelvis against my bottom. Or, he fucked me hard and fast so that the only sounds in the room was our harsh breathing and our skin slapping.

  “Logan, there, right there. Oh!” I cried out, my orgasm taking me by surprise as Logan hammered himself inside me, gripping me by my shoulders and hauling me back against him so that his hips were flush against my ass.

  “Juliette,” he groaned, my name sounding so rough on his lips. “Baby, baby, fuck. Tell me you love me.”

  “I love you,” I whimpered, my body so sensitive to every touch, every breath.

  His movements were controlled as he pumped himself inside me once, twice, three more times until he was coming, holding himself deep as he emptied himself inside me.

  I don’t know how long we stayed like that, with me bent over the couch and Logan’s sweaty body draped over mine. But, eventually, we were on the floor in a tangled mass of limbs with a throw blanket tossed over us. My cheek was resting on his chest and I was tracing his tattoo with my fingers when I felt him shaking underneath me. Looking up, I saw that he was laughing. Hard.

  “Something funny?” I asked with a smile.

  “The dogs… the dogs never should have had to see that.” He barely got the words out, pointing across the room.

  My eyes followed to where he was pointing and, sure enough, Sadie and Mac were laying on the floor by the front door, both of them fixing us with a glare that said they saw every dirty thing we’d just done.

  I couldn’t help but laugh too,

  In the last two months, my life had irrevocably changed. I’d been kidnapped, nearly murdered, lost and found myself, and fallen madly in love with a man who was so different from me it was comical. But it was as though everything was in color now. I wasn’t alone anymore. I had a real life, a beautiful life. A life that I wouldn’t take for granted.

  Once, a long time ago, Gran told me if I found someone that I wanted to share the rest of my life with, I should never let them go.

  Well, I’d fallen in love with an Ashford. I found someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. And you know what?

  I was never going to let him go.

  EPILOGUE

  THREE MONTHS LATER

  I had to say, I’d adjusted to my new life fairly easily. I was still working full time at the farm and business was booming. My weekends were no longer spent alone, though I still made sure to spend plenty of one on one time with Sadie. I had friends, I was social.

  I was also having sex on a regular basis and that, apparently, did wonders for my mood.

  It was mid-March and, though the wind still had a bite to it, the last of the snow had finally melted, and the leaves were started to grow on the trees again. Things were starting anew, which seemed to be a theme in my life.

  I’d recently gotten a tattoo, something I vowed I’d never do. A simple paw print on my inner wrist- ouch!- because clearly dogs played a major theme in my life.

  Logan had gone to the cemetery to visit Gran’s grave with me, something that was deeply personal and had me twisted up in knots. He’d crouched down in front of her gravestone and asked for a minute alone. When I came back over, I’d heard him whisper, “I promise I’ll take care of her. You have nothing to worry about,”. I never brought it up to him, though. I think he would have been embarrassed.

  As for Conlon, he’d been sentenced to twenty years in prison without the possibility of parole and he’d never hurt anyone ever again. He was gone for good and everyone could move on. Of course, it took some time and I’d be lying if I said what happened didn’t impact me. The effects weren’t all negative though, and I’d learned how to love fiercely and with my whole heart. Gran said I always had that damn gift of compassion and I still guarded it closely.

  As for Nicole? Well, after Conlon was sentenced, Logan and I got her out of Boston for good this t
ime. Hopefully. It seemed that my boyfriend had friends all over the place and Nicole was living it up down in Texas, living in a battered woman’s shelter. We didn’t talk often, but when we did she sounded happier with each call. She even told me she was trying to get her GED, something she’d wanted for a long time, but that Greg never allowed her to do it.

  “But it’s not up to him anymore,” she’d said during our last call. Her voice was firm, determined. “This is my life. It belongs to me.”

  “Damn right.” I’d agreed with a smile, feeling a sense of pride that she’d managed to escape, that she didn’t up as another tragic headline.

  I walked into Logan’s living room with Sadie, smelling a freshly brewed pot of coffee as Mac’s big body slammed into my legs. He was massive now, even bigger than Sadie, though she definitely let him know she was still the boss, and he still thought he was a lap dog at a whopping eighty five pounds.

  “Morning,” I smiled as my boyfriend sat at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. I kissed his cheek and he turned his head, catching my lips with his, smiling.

  “Morning to you, too.”

  “How’d you sleep?” I asked as I poured myself a cup.

  “Great.” he responded around a mouthful of bagel. “This insanely hot woman came over last night and let me blow my load in her mouth. It knocked me out. What sucked though,” he paused, wrapping an arm around my waist and tugging me down onto his lap. “Is that when I woke up this morning, she was gone.”

  I took a sip of coffee and smiled at him over my mug. “It was a beautiful morning, so I took Sadie for a walk. We decided to let you lazy boys sleep in.”

  Mac ambled over looking for stray food and sneakily stole the rest of Logan’s bagel out of his hand. I laughed and Logan frowned, looking from his hand to Mac and back again.

  “I’m getting rid of him.”

  I gasped in mock offense, scratching Mac behind the ears. “You will do no such thing to my son.”

  Logan’s shoulder cracked and I rubbed the space where his neck met his shoulder, sighing softly. He was still stubborn about taking his meds, but I was able to wear him down from time to time. I suppose the same could be said about me because he’d been able to convince me to try smoking a little weed for the first time in my life and all I can say is… wow. What a feeling. And having sex while high? Jesus, take the wheel.

  So many things had changed, yet so much was still the same.

  There was a knock at the door and, after Logan had shouted that it was unlocked, Ronald walked in. He’d been on desk duty for over a month, and it was safe to say Logan and I had stayed far away for that month because Ron was a miserable man when he had to follow orders.

  Since then though, he was back to work, and Logan and I had even gone on a double date with Ronald and his wife. I’d even met his daughter, who Logan had helped get into rehab a while back. She was clean now, with a bachelor’s degree in Psychology.

  “Kids,” Ronald acknowledged as he entered the kitchen ad helped himself to his own mug of coffee.

  I stood and pecked him on the cheek. “What brings you here so early?”

  He leaned a hip against the counter and took a sip of coffee before answering. “I’ve got a new girl out of Brookline. Nineteen. Trust fund kid with a serious coke problem. The parents are both news anchors and looking for a way to get her out of town and keep everything as discreet as possible. They’re willing to pay a hefty amount and I thought you’d be interested. What do you say, Ashford?”

  Logan tilted his head from side to side and drummed his fingers against the table as he thought about his answer. Finally, he jerked his chin in my direction, shooting me one of those heart stopping smiles. “What do you say, J? You game?”

  I smiled back at Logan, so caught up in him. My life, my heart, was so full it could explode. I’d spent so long surviving that I never experienced what it was like to live. At least, not until five months ago. Every day brought with it something new, and every day I was learning a little more about the person I was, the person I am now, and the person I wanted to be.

  My life was not perfect by any means. Logan and I really knew how to argue. But we were also pros at making up. He had a temper, I was stubborn. Sometimes we clashed so hard it made me want to tear my goddamn hair out. Though, the thing was, I didn’t want to clash with anyone else.

  I’d been wrong when I said Gran would have been rolling over in her grave. Gran would have been so proud of me, of the woman I’d become. Sometimes I missed her so much I ached with the pain of it, but I never had to deal with that ache alone.

  Maybe that was real love. It wasn’t heart eyes and flowers. It was gritty and dirty, it was arguments until two in the morning when we’re both tired but unwilling to concede. It was aching when the other one ached, standing tall when the other one needed someone to lean on. It was being there, always. No questions asked.

  Love was bone breakingly hard and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  “I’m game.” I finally responded with a smile.

  Logan leaned in, kissing my temple. “Always have?” he whispered in my ear.

  “Always will.”

  ABOUT ALYSSA COOLEN

  Alyssa Coolen knew she wanted to be a writer when she was thirteen years old. The backs of notebooks, napkins, and graph paper all served as a way of putting her ideas into words, and she found herself falling in love with the characters she wrote about. She draws plenty of inspiration from the real life blunders of raising her teenage niece and navigating her twenties like any single parent would; blindly with too many pop culture references. Alyssa currently resides in the southern shore of Massachusetts but hopes to move somewhere warmer soon. Very soon.

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