What to Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection (WTRAFSOG Book 2)

by Vi Keeland

  She gasped when he turned her around and pushed her against the counter.

  “You’re so perfect.” He ran his hand along the smooth skin of her back, stopping when he got to her bra. “I want you.” Logan couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted a woman so much. He unhooked the clasp as he lowered his lips to her spine.

  “Logan,” she said. “Please.”

  “Please what, cupcake?” He turned her to face him again. “What do you want?”

  “You.” She pushed the bra from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. “I want you.”

  He glanced down at her naked breasts. They were just as glorious as he’d imagined.

  She closed the space between them. “I didn’t sleep all night. I couldn’t stop thinking about what you said before you passed out.”

  Logan tried to replay the conversation they’d had in her room, but thanks to the alcohol everything was foggy. “I’m sorry, beautiful. I drank too much and I don’t remember everything I said.”

  “You told me you liked to play.” She nipped at his bottom lip. “You said you were – Dominant.”

  Ever since she had shown up on his porch, he’d had visions of her submitting to him. He wanted to tie her to his bed and bring her body to unspeakable pleasure over and over again. It didn’t surprise him that in his intoxicated state he’d told her what he liked. What did surprise him was that she hadn’t fled in the middle of the night.

  “That doesn’t scare you?” He slid his hand down her back and rested it at the top of her ass.

  “More than anything ever has.” She swallowed hard and he realized he might have come on too strong this morning.

  “I would never make you do anything you didn’t want.” He placed a soft kiss on her lips.

  “I’ve never been more intrigued or turned on by anyone like I am with you.” She looked down. “I think I want this – to submit – to you.”

  That I can work with.

  “I’m very attracted to you.” He took her chin in his hand and tilted her face up. “I’m not hardcore. I don’t practice a BDSM lifestyle. You have nothing to be afraid of with me. I like to be in control. Submission is something I crave, but it isn’t easy to find.”

  Logan had found plenty of women who were willing to play his games of bondage and kink, but he’d never been completely satisfied with any of them. After he broke it off with Cora, he decided that maybe Dominance wasn’t what he was looking for after all.

  “I don’t know anything about submission. I’m not sure I can – do this.”

  “Stay with me and we’ll explore.”

  “I don’t know.” She looked up at him with uncertainty plainly displayed in her eyes. “We’ve only known one another for two days. I’ve never done anything on a whim; let alone something like this!”

  “Why did you come here?” He had to find a way to get her to stay. He’d never been this taken by anyone. There was no way he could let her get away.

  “I needed to start over. I wanted to forget.”

  He brushed his lips against hers. “Let’s forget together.” He slipped his tongue inside her mouth as he picked her up by her bottom.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist. “I’ll stay.”

  He rested her against the counter, so he could have better access to her neck. She let out a long, low moan when he dipped his mouth down to her breasts again.

  A loud knock at the back door interrupted them. Elyse fumbled to pull her tank top up.

  Logan eased her down. “No one ever visits me here.” He shook his head as he glanced down at her discarded bra.

  She followed his gaze and then giggled. “I’ll get that.” She reached down to pick up the bit of lacy garment.

  “Don’t put it back on.” He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth as the person outside tapped on the door again. “I’ll get rid of them.” Logan couldn’t imagine who would stop by the inn and use the back door. Not many people did that. Before opening the door, he looked over his shoulder to make sure Elyse had composed herself sufficiently, and then turned, silently cursing the intruder who continued to knock.

  He yanked the door open to find Cora standing on the back porch with a shopping bag in her hand.

  “Logan.” She stepped inside and kissed his cheek. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” she cooed.

  “We were just about to have breakfast,” Logan said as Elyse moved to where he stood.

  “Oh, you haven’t eaten yet?” Cora looked over at the set table.

  “We’ve been – busy.” Elyse slipped her fingers into Logan’s hand.

  Logan grinned at Elyse’s territorial claim on him. “What can I do for you, Cora?”

  “Elyse left this at the store.” Cora shoved the bag toward Elyse. “I thought I’d deliver it.”

  “I didn’t leave anything.” Elyse examined the contents in the bag. “This isn’t mine.”

  “Really?” Cora said. “Are you sure?”

  “I’m positive.” She handed the groceries back to Cora. “Looks like you came out here for nothing.”

  “Hmm. Well, not nothing.” She smiled at Logan. “I got to see you. Where have you been hiding?”

  “I’ve been here,” Logan said. “Working on – things.”

  “I’d love to see the progress you’ve made.” Cora glanced at Elyse who had started blushing. And then to make up for lost ground, “The last time I was here you had just finished your bedroom. You gave me a personal tour.”

  “That was a while ago.” Logan had to stop Cora before she got started. Now that Elyse had agreed to stay, he didn’t need any ex-girlfriend coming along and ruining everything. “The last time you were here we discussed that you wouldn’t be coming back to my bedroom. I’ve stayed out of your way to make that easier for you. I’d appreciate it if you’d do the same.”

  “I didn’t mean to intrude.” She looked down at her feet, trying to act the part of the submissive she’d claimed to be when she and Logan first got together. Cora was anything but submissive. “I guess there was a mix up at the store. I thought the groceries belonged to your friend.”

  “Thanks for bringing them,” Elyse said. “But, they’re not mine.”

  “Have a good day, Cora.” Logan opened the door. “I’ll walk you to your car.”

  “Will I be seeing you around, Elyse?”

  “Yes. As I matter of fact, I’ve decided to stay on at Pleasure Inn.”

  “How nice for you.” Cora tightened her grip on the bag she held until her knuckles were white.

  “I’ll be right back,” Logan said.

  “I’ll have breakfast waiting for you.” Elyse glared at Cora one last time before turning and heading back to the stove to tend to breakfast.

  Logan held the door for Cora and waited until she was down the steps before he spoke. “What are you up to?”

  “She seems really nice,” Cora said.

  “Whatever game you’re playing stops now.” He opened her car door.

  “I don’t know what you—”

  “You and I don’t work. We tried but it’s over.”

  “You decided it was over,” she reminded him. “I wanted to work things out and have a future with you.”

  “That was months ago.” Logan didn’t want to argue with her. She wasn’t a bad person. She just wasn’t who he needed.

  “You’ve moved on?” He saw the hurt in her eyes when she asked.

  “I’m trying to.”

  “With Elyse?”

  “Elyse isn’t your concern. Please leave her alone.”

  “I didn’t do anything to her!”

  Logan arched a brow. “Then how did she know about us?”

  “I didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to mention that we dated. I was just making conversation.” She slid into her lime green convertible. “I didn’t know she was your new girlfriend. I thought she was just passing through.”

  “I don’t know how long she’ll be in town; but while she’s here, I want
her to be able to relax – and not have to worry about a confrontation with you every time she comes into the market.”

  “Fine,” she said. “I don’t have any trouble keeping secrets.”

  “I’m not asking you to keep secrets. Just quit throwing my past in her face.” He shut her car door. “I’ve asked you nicely.”

  “Goodbye, Logan.” She shifted the car into gear and sped down the driveway kicking up gravel and dust.

  Logan watched as the tires screeched out onto the street. He hoped she wouldn’t be a complication for him. Not now – not after he’d found Elyse.

  Elyse peered out the window as Logan and Cora talked. He might not have been interested in his ex, but Cora was definitely still interested in him. Elyse could see why. Logan exuded confidence and charisma. His rugged good looks, muscular body and dirty mouth were enough to keep any woman coming back for more. Elyse wanted more and she’d just met the man!

  She hurried over to the table and put two pieces of French toast on Logan’s plate as he came back inside.

  “Sorry about the interruption.” He washed his hands and then took a seat at the table. “I don’t know what’s gotten into her. I haven’t spoken to her in three months.”

  “It’s easier when a girl thinks her ex is at home, lonely and miserable; but now that she knows I’m here – well, I’m sure she’s not happy about that.” She poured a cup of coffee and set it down in front of him. “She seems a little desperate if you ask me. Bringing the groceries to check up on us is so high school.”

  “I told her to leave you alone.”

  “I can handle myself.”

  He pulled her into his lap and then took her face between his hands. The force of his movements caused her clit to throb. Her body had never responded to anyone this way; but with Logan all she could think about was sex. Raw, dirty, rough sex.

  “I’m sure you can cupcake, but where I come from a man takes care of his woman.”

  “His woman?”

  “You have a problem with that?”

  “No, but I don’t remember agreeing to be yours.” She teased.

  “Is that a challenge?”

  “Maybe.”

  “Let’s eat and then I’m going to take you out.”

  “Where?”

  “It’s autumn in Connecticut.” He stroked her cheek with one work roughened finger. “The leaves are changing. Let’s pack a picnic and a blanket, hop in my truck and go for a little ride. You’ll love the scenery – the fall colors.”

  “Really?” She couldn’t believe he wanted to spend the afternoon looking at leaves. Memories from her childhood came rushing back, making her feel all warm and happy inside.

  “Unless you don’t want to.”

  “We used to do that when I was a kid – before my dad got sick. I haven’t paid attention to the trees changing colors in years. I haven’t paid attention to a lot of things.”

  “Well, that’s about to change. You’re at Pleasure Inn, remember?”

  “I’m starting to believe your motto.”

  “Good girl.” He winked. “Now let’s eat! It smells delicious!”

  Chapter Five

  Elyse squealed when Logan pulled her out of the truck and threw her over his shoulder. The skies had opened up fast and now the rain poured down at a furious pace.

  “Put me down!” She smacked his thighs as he ran up the porch steps and unlocked the door to the inn.

  “I was trying to keep you dry.” He slid her down his hard chest and placed her on her feet. “I didn’t do a very good job.” He smoothed his hand down her long damp hair. “You’re soaked.”

  “That storm came out of nowhere.” She shivered.

  “I have a fireplace in my bedroom. Why don’t you go shower and meet me in front of it?” He peeled his wet t-shirt from his body, dropping it in the foyer.

  “Sounds like a plan.” She let her eyes wander down his wet, heaving chest. “There are some leftovers in the ’fridge. You want me to get them?”

  “I’ll take care of it.” He turned her toward the stairs and gave her a little shove. “Don’t take too long.”

  “I won’t.” She kissed his cheek. “I had a wonderful day.”

  They’d driven for miles, taking in all the trees and bushes turning yellow and orange and burning red. Logan had found a secluded area by a lake where they ate their lunch and talked for hours. Neither of them noticed the weather changing, but all of the sudden, the thunder rumbled and they hurriedly started gathering things up. The rain followed right on its tail and they caught the brunt of the downpour before they could get there. The heater in the truck was a welcome reprieve.

  “It’s not over yet.” He’d followed her all the way to the stairs and then trailed his fingertips down her neck. “See you soon.”

  His touch made her breath catch in her throat. “Okay.” She bumped into the railing when she turned to go upstairs.

  “Be careful.” He smirked. “I want to be the only one leaving marks on you.”

  She watched as he walked back down the hall to the kitchen. Her mouth watered as he disappeared around the corner. She bolted up the stairs knowing the time it took to shower was the only thing standing between them.

  Twenty minutes later, Elyse stood outside Logan’s bedroom. She toyed with the doorknob debating if she should knock or just walk in. He had told her to meet him in his bedroom when she finished her shower, so she reached for the knob.

  No turning back now.

  The fire from the hearth cast a dim glow around the large room. He’d put a blanket down in front of the fireplace with wine and a plate of cheese and fruit in the center. Elyse crouched down in front of the grate to warm her hands as she looked around. The California king-sized bed promptly grabbed her attention. It had the most ornate mahogany wooden posts at each corner. She wondered how often he had company in that bed.

  She pushed that thought out of her mind when she heard the water turn off in the master bath.

  He’d asked her to stay with him. Logan’s bed was the only place she wanted to be tonight.

  He stepped out of the bedroom in nothing but a towel, his hair wet and his skin still damp. As the steam and heat from the shower poured out of the room behind him, the smell of his spicy soap reached for her senses.

  “You look beautiful.” He stared at her half-clothed body. She wore tiny black boy shorts and a matching tank top. “Come here.”

  She stood up and went to stand in front of him. His sexy, commanding voice had her stomach turning flip flops.

  Tilting her chin up, he leaned in close to her face. “It took all the control I had to not join you in your shower.”

  “Why didn’t you?”

  “I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from taking you fast and hard against the shower wall.” He kissed her forehead. “We’ll save that for later.”

  His erection pressed against her stomach feeding her desire for him. “I don’t want to wait anymore.” She didn’t care how desperate she sounded or that she’d only known him for a brief amount of time. “Please Logan.”

  “I like it when you beg. I wonder if you’ll beg me to stop when my riding crop slaps against all of your right places.”

  “Riding crop?” She should have been afraid, but the thought of him doing terrible, naughty things to her had her wet and quivering with arousal.

  “All part of that exploration we talked about this morning, cupcake.” He stepped back allowing his gaze to peruse her. “Do you trust me?”

  “I have since you first opened the front door.”

  “That only proves how right this is for us.”

  “What are we waiting for?”

  “Eager?” He leered at her as he stroked himself beneath the towel.

  She watched, mesmerized by his actions. She’d never watched a man touch himself before. Knowing she was the reason for that impressive bulge under the towel filled her with a confidence that she’d never felt before.

  “Tak
e your clothes off for me.” He walked over to his nightstand to retrieve what she suspected was a condom. Her pussy clenched at the thought of him pounding into her.

  “Don’t you want to do it?”

  “If I wanted to do it, I wouldn’t have asked you to. You have twenty seconds to strip and if you don’t there will be consequences.”

  “What kind of consequences?” Elyse didn’t understand his game.

  “The clock has started. You’ve already lost five seconds.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “You can have my cock… or I could make you wait all night. It’s up to you.”

  She looked at him as he stared at her, waiting for her to comply with his request.

  “Ten seconds.”

  “Okay!” She lifted her tank over her head and let it drop to his floor. He’d already seen her breasts in the kitchen, but now she felt embarrassed when she pushed her shorts down over her hips because she wasn’t wearing panties. She silently thanked herself for keeping up with her waxing. Then she stepped toward him.

  His hand alone stopped her where she stood. “Turn.” The intensity in his eyes as he took in her exposed skin sent tingles through her whole body. The combination of embarrassment and arousal was powerful.

  “You’re exquisite.”

  She looked down because she wasn’t use to being on display. She and Phillip had become complacent in all aspects of their relationship but none more so than their sex life.

  “You don’t have any idea how perfect you are.” He looked annoyed as he shook his head. “I’m going to have to find a way to make you see how stunning you are.”

  She twisted the ends of her hair around fingers as she waited for him to tell her what to do next. She’d never been at anyone’s mercy before. How had he gotten her to obey him so quickly? She wasn’t sure, but something told her not to defy him. If she did, he’d never relieve that ache between her thighs.

  “Come to me.”

  She crossed the room, stopping in front of him. When he got up and pulled her into his arms she flinched, shocked by his demanding manner.

  “Are you afraid of me?” He brushed his lips against her mouth.

  “Should I be?” Reality set in. She’d given in to his requests, and told him she wanted to try to submit, without knowing what that really meant.