by Ally Prince
Lucy
The ride to Logan’s had been quiet. Main Street was a blur as he drove through it, determined to get back to his place as fast as he could. He brooded and twitched clearly pissed at me or the situation. I hoped it was the situation. I didn’t want to tempt Logan’s wrath. I should’ve had more reservations about leaving my childhood home with Logan but even with his gruff words and hard stare he made me at ease. I felt safe, and I wanted him to save me from myself and Robert and my crappy fucking situation. A life of never having anything of my own ended here, I wanted Logan just for me. But I knew I couldn’t keep him for more than a week.
A few months back Robert, my stepfather, brought a friend over. A creepy druggie friend with oil slicked hair. The conversation focused on my younger sister Sophie. How pretty she was. How perfect she would be. Robert was certain his little girl would still be a virgin, I knew different, but this conversation was not one I wanted to be a part of. That is until Robert offered his own flesh and blood for money and drugs, what sort of sister would I be if I stayed quiet from then on?
The only reason I considered staying at the trailer was because Robert was paranoid and if he thought for a second that his plans were being foiled, his orders being rejected, well I hate to think what he would do. Usually, he threatened to overdose my mom or set fire to my truck. But if I didn’t have a truck then he didn’t have a paycheck, so he soon learned that the threat was useless and in the back of my mind I was waiting for the day they overdosed so that threat lost steam quickly too.
With Sophie, away at college. Robert directed all of his anger at me. The only reason she could afford to stay out of this town and that trailer was because I worked my ass off to support her. Robert hated that I took his daughter away from him. Robert came onto the scene when I was about two months old. Sophie came along nine months later. I’m not sure if they did drugs back then, Sophie was premature and little but healthy. Life looked normal to me. Once I started school it all seemed to change.
Mom wouldn’t come home for a few days, the trailer got filthy, and the food ran out. I shaved my sister’s head the day before her eighth birthday because her lice infestation got that bad, she hated me for it. But from early on I realized Sophie had to leave before Robert used her as a pawn and she ended up addicted, molested or sold. I still shuddered at the memories of overheard conversations.
Now with summer fast approaching, I needed extra money because Sophie should come home from college but she would stay put and needed rent money and living expenses. I had another full week of freedom and I wanted to make every single dollar I could. That’s why I lived in the trailer, free rent. Some might say the emotional cost outweighed the dollars but if it meant Sophie got her freedom and a life she deserved, then I would do it all over again.
I found myself in Logan’s large bathroom, a hot shower would make things seem better and perhaps clear my wandering mind. Logan left pretty much as soon as he had shown me to the guest room mumbling something about separate beds being bullshit. I tried not to smile, but the thought of being in his bed scared my virgin body but also intrigued it. Deep, dark, and forbidden need arose in his presence and I liked it. Never having been with a man, this new territory was both alarming and enticing and it might not last, but for this moment in time, I would pretend that Logan took all my cares away.
I loved the darker tiles on the floor and the huge walk-in shower with several heads. It was clean too. Logan kept his house exceptionally clean. Some days I spent forever cleaning our dingy trailer of vomit and piss and who knows what else. Earlier when Logan walked into our trailer I had been embarrassed and mortified, the place disgusted me. I wonder if he thought less of me because of it?
I stripped down and walked into the shower turning the water on. I stuck my hand under the cascading stream waiting for the perfect temperature to step under. As the water poured over me I let my head lull back and the water ease the tension a little. My hands moving to massage my head, I could feel a tension headache looming and I wanted to make sure it didn’t take hold. My hands were massaging the tender points when I heard his voice.
“Jesus, babe. You’re turning all that beautiful skin red.” And before I managed to wipe the water from my eyes and focus, there stood a six-foot-something naked brooding male in the shower with me.
Logan’s handsome face with its hard edges seemed a lot softer in the low light. His tanned skin right in front of me and I could reach out and slide my hands down his chest if I found the courage. His lips parted before I let my eyes roam down the column of his neck, over his wide shoulders and tight muscles. He had an amazing body. For an older guy he was definitely in the drool-worthy category. His tight six-pack with a smattering of dark hair led down to those amazing muscles that sloped in like an arrow pointing to never-land. My eyes landed on a thick patch of dark hair, and then there...
“Oh, oh wow.” So much bigger than I assumed it would be. Kind of angry looking at the end, all red, and a little purple. It looked painful. I stared, licking my lips and watched in fascination as a drop of milky white liquid seeped from the end of his cock and rolled down the underside.
“You keep licking your lips looking at my dick like it’s the tastiest thing you’ve ever seen, that’s gonna happen, baby,” his voice gritty as if he struggled for control.
“It’s the only one I’ve seen,” I mumbled out still watching it.
A noise came from deep within him making me glance up and meet his eyes. My fierce and possessive stud stalked forward taking me with him. His arms lifted me, and he encouraged my legs to slip around his waist. I gasped as the cold tile hit my back. The cool sensation and the heat of his body and the steamy air had my body tight with desire. I clenched below, wanting, needing something.
“You a virgin, Luce?” Such a simple question but also a little humiliating. What typical 20-year-old these days could say they were a still a virgin? None I knew that’s for sure. My face heated from embarrassment and I tried to peer down, but Logan wouldn’t let me. He pressed me into the wall with his hips, his thick cock pressed tight up against me as his hand came to my chin and he lifted it.
Warm and gentle, his dark orbs sucked me in. I liked so much about this man and yet there were so many reasons I should not be naked in this shower with him or anyone for that matter.
“Tell me,” he whispered out but didn’t let me talk. His lips slammed down on mine. The kiss was hot, scorching even. The way he tugged at my lips with his teeth his tongue seeking control. The way he angled my head and took what he wanted. He had me rocking against him in no time. I wanted to reach down and touch him, to hold him. To feel how much I affected him.
When we broke apart for air, he placed his forehead on mine, both panting.
“I’m a virgin.” The words rolled out and I let them settle. My grip on him tightened not willing to let him go. He took a deep breath, his cock pulsing. Something inside him changed.
“Tell me you’re mine.” There was no question, aware it was a demand, one that just a few hours ago I would have in no way even considered answering but here in this room with him, I wanted more. My answer hung in the air and I realized I could be risking the very thing I longed for, but I felt at peace with that because if I had Logan even just for now things seemed easier.
“I’m yours, always.”
He full on roared toward the ceiling, masculine, strangled and so fucking hot. When he brought his face back a small half smile tugged on his lips. It was a little lopsided and insanely hot. I needed that to be only for me.
“We’ve got things to talk about I realize that.” He pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “But I’m not wasting this moment with you here naked. I won’t take you, but I can introduce you to some other things I would fuckin’ love to do with you.” He ground his hard cock into me, a groan escaping his mouth.
“Can I taste you?” Who the hell had said that? My face flamed and once again he wouldn’t let me hide from him.
“You can do whatever the hell you want, baby. But first, you need to come, hard.” Logan slipped a hand over my hip and across my ass cheek giving it a squeeze as he passed by. His fingers grazed my opening, and I clenched by accident.
“You’re going to fucking strangle my cock. Suck the cum right out of me and hold it tight inside, aren’t you? You want me to fill you up?” A finger pressed inside with a slow measured force and I welcomed the foreign intrusion. Forbidden and wrong but I tilted my hips forward searching for more. “Easy baby, I don’t want to hurt you.” He pushed a little deeper with his finger and began to stroke something inside. “This pussy is mine.” A myriad of sensations washed over me, and my hips rocked. He paused to adjust his cock so it rested snugly between my lower lips.
“I’m not going in, but this will be amazing.” He latched his lips onto a nipple and slid his hips lower before bringing them back up. I swear I saw stars. With his finger inside me stroking and the pressure from his cock rubbing through my wetness and stroking my clit I was close to coming, I didn’t have a choice. His mouth eager at my breast, tongue swirling, licking, sucking and biting. My body overwhelmed by sensations. My hips rocked faster.
“Logan, I need...” I didn’t understand what I needed. I never knew that this even existed until just a few short hours ago, so how could I want it?
“I’ve got you, babe. Relax.” He slipped a second finger inside me stroking my front wall, his hips picked up speed and he placed his mouth on mine. Claiming me. “Come for me baby. I want to have you all over me. Show me what’s mine.” It only took a few more strokes, and I saw stars. Head thrown back with my body convulsing as the wave of sensation so intense overtook me. I clenched on his fingers causing him to groan out loud. The sound of my slickness as he stroked his cock through my wet pussy lips, the sound of us, filled the room. I twitched some more, the thought of him in me and on me, drawing out my orgasm. As I came down Logan slowed his hips, his cock still hard. I tried to gather my thoughts. With a little persuasion, Logan let my legs fall from his strong grip and I looked down at his angry beast.
I pushed his hips a little getting some room for me to sink to my knees before him.
“Ahh, baby, you don’t have to. This is about you, not me,” voice strained. He wanted this as much if not more than I did.
“Tell me what to do?” He groaned before lifting my hand and wrapping it around his shaft. Thick and hot and pulsing. Still slick from me.
“Let me come on your tits, I won’t be gentle if I slip inside that little mouth.” I didn’t want him to be gentle, I also didn’t want to gag on the size of that thing. “Squeeze me tighter, long hard strokes. Just like that.” His hips moved a little in time with me. I was fascinated by the beauty of his cock. Milky white liquid seeped out the end on every stroke, he grew harder and bigger in my hand. I reached forward and lapped at the milky substance, it was musky and salty on my tongue...delicious.
“On your tits, babe.” A strangled noise came out from above and before I could do much, Logan exploded all over my breasts. White strings coated both nipples, thick liquid pulsed out to cover them. His hand gripped mine forcing my grip to tighten as the last little spurts left him. I leaned forward again to lick up what he left behind. Still hard as I licked up his underside, my eyes meeting his as I did so. I smiled up at him and his expression was enough to ensure me I had rocked his world too.
“Come up here and let me rub it in.” He hoisted me up, again pressing me into the wall and rubbed himself into my skin. “These are mine now. No one else gets to see them or touch them. You understand?”
“Yours,” the word still on my lips as his mouth claimed mine and that urge to seek something below took over.
Chapter 4
Logan
I wanted Lucy in my bed last night, but I knew for sure I’d take something I could never give her back. I needed Lucy to be one hundred percent sure when I took her for the first time. People did that a lot to her, took and never giving her anything in return but I would not be one of those people. I wanted her trust. I wanted her to understand that when she gave me her virginity she was giving me a gift that I could never repay.
Last night I tossed and turned because thoughts of Lucy gave me a raging hard-on. No matter how many times I took to my hand.
I hated leaving her a note this morning, I considered it a necessary evil because if I wandered into her room and saw her all spread out I’d take her and not give a damn. So, I wrote her a note and left to tend to the stables and the million of other jobs I had to do. The joys of owning your own business.
I called in Mason to help figure out how to deal with Robert and Cindy McInnes because neither one should get away with this shit anymore, and I would not let them near Lucy.
I strolled around the corral with a little filly called Penny after my sister. Full of attitude, a little different but with loads of potential so I thought the name fit. Penny went out of state for college, she wanted to be a teacher. I missed the brat occasionally when the house got too quiet but most of the time I kept myself busy enough to not think about it. Until today, I now understood what my parents had and what I had been missing out on. I had to stop thinking about Lucy in bed because I needed to attend to my horses.
I heard a truck door slam and smiled to myself, Mason, prompt as always.
“This place stinks like shit,” he stated as he climbed through the railings on the fence. I shook my head and let Penny off the lead.
“Should smell like home,” I offered as I made my way to him. Mason and I went way back, I can’t recall a memory without him in it. He was a big cattle rancher down the road these days, his dad got sick a few years back so he stepped up and take over the day to day operations on the ranch.
Mason took a deep breath and nodded. “Yep, pretty much. So, what can I do for you today?” His eyes followed Penny as she sniffed at the saddle on the railings and the ropes I had placed there, she would grow into a good-looking horse.
“I’ve called Sheriff Rayner, he’ll be here shortly.” I sighed even though the people were drug addicts, they belonged to someone who I liked a whole hell of a lot. Though I don’t think they had done a single good deed for her in their entire life still they’re her parents, her blood. Would she resent me for this? “I have no idea what else to do.”
“Okay, but before we talk, want to tell me why I passed the owner of that truck walking into town not five minutes ago?”
“What the fuck.” I spun and glared at the house, not sure how that helped. What the hell was Lucy doing? It was hot as shit. I assumed she already cleaned old-timers because the girls were in the day yard, but I figured she would go home after she finished up with them. My home, not her fucking home. If I found her back in that fucking trailer I would set it on fire. “We might’ve had words yesterday.”
Mason snorted. “That resulted in a sleepover? You dirty old dog.”
Mason’s words rubbed me the wrong way. “Watch your fucking mouth.” I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and got up in his face. “Do not speak about her like that.” I leveled him with a glare before stepping back and letting him go. Shaking out my arms and trying to calm my breathing. Jesus, I don’t think I’d ever had a go at Mason and we’d been through a lot together over the years.
Mason held up his hands. “Whoa. You got something to tell me?”
“Lucy is mine,” truer words had never left these lips, and the surge of pride when thinking about her, I liked it. But Mason didn’t look pleased at all.
“Logan.” He seemed to pause, his eyes going back to Penny. “Cute filly, what’s her name?”
I shook my head at the change in subject, I answered “Penny.”
He shot me an odd look before replying. “I’ll take her.”
“What do you need a filly for? Did I say she’s for sale?”
“You own a stud operation, dude. All your horses are for sale. Except for Penny, she’s mine.” He growled a little something under his
breath, it wasn’t sitting right with me. Deep down in the pit of my stomach I knew I should be concerned but today I didn’t have the energy. The Sheriff arrived and the next half an hour filled up with reports and statements and plenty of cuss words from the Sheriff himself.
“I would like nothing more than to take down the people who supply Cindy and Robert but it’s a long tedious road, one I really hope I am making traction on.” Sheriff Rayner was a good man, his daughter fell in with the wrong crowd a few years back and one night of peer pressure led to his daughter going through something you didn’t wish on anyone. “I’ll file the paperwork, put some pressure on them and hopefully bring them in with their warrants soon. I’ll have to check out the trailer for Lucy, she might want to lie low.” He started writing in his notebook when I butted in.
“Lucy is staying here with me.” I wanted to add forever and beat my fucking chest. What the hell was wrong with me?
“I swear I just passed her,” he thumbed over his shoulder and I growled.
“Yeah, we left her truck at the trailer. I’ll give her mine for now.” Why the hell didn’t she ask? It wasn’t as though I would deny her anything, she shouldn’t doubt that I liked her. The multiple orgasms should have proved I liked her a whole fucking lot.
Lucy needed to understand what it meant to be mine. She would no longer be left wanting for anything, and she’d learn to ask.
Lucy
Mae’s lunch crowd always got crazy. At this actual moment in time, I hated being on my feet. I hated that Logan crossed my mind way more than I considered to be appropriate in public. The guy in booth four right now probably thought this blush was all for him, little did he know my thoughts were on Logan and his cock. Wow, I had came a long way with learning what works for him in just a day.
