Coming Alive: Welcome to Carson, Book One

by Renee Harless

  “What do you mean?”

  Huffing she replies, “I don’t want to think about Nick or Declan when I’m doing this with you, but I can’t help it. I’m not comparing, Logan, but I am so freaking scared. All I can think about is ‘Why wasn’t it ever like this with them? Was I wrong all along?’ and then I wonder if I ever really loved them. God, Logan, I don’t want to feel like this.”

  “Babe, calm down,” he says as he sits up, bringing her with him, resting her face between his hands. “I know that you loved them. And I know that you loved them completely differently than you love me.” As shock envelops her face, Logan continues, “Yea, I love you; we’ll talk about that in a minute. But what we have is intense, and fierce, and so overwhelmingly passionate that we couldn’t control it if we tried. Avery, we have something people search their entire lives for, but that doesn’t mean you loved them any less. We just have something different, something that waited until this very moment to encompass us. I wish you never had to go through the things you did, but watching you survive and thrive makes me love you even more. It’s ok to think about them. I’m ok with it. It only proves how compassionate you are. Okay? No more tears?”

  Avery can only nod in response. His words soak deep within her soul and cleanse her heart. He’s right, Avery did love them differently. With Nick everything was new, with Declan everything was whimsical; now, with Logan, everything is passionate. It’s this wistfully, all-encompassing combination of lust and love. And just letting that notion roam across her mind confirms that she loves Logan, too. She doesn’t know how or when it happened, but it snuck up on her and wrapped her heart in its warmth, forcing it to pulse with affection.

  Blinking away the remaining tears, she gazes into Logan’s beautiful hazel eyes and says, “You’re right and I love you, too.”

  “You do? Really?”

  “I do. I don’t know how it happened and I’m so afraid something will happen to you, but I can’t fight it anymore.”

  “I love you, Avery. I’ll do everything I can to make you happy.”

  Leaning closer to him, Avery presses her lips lightly against Logan’s then says, “Just stay with me,” then forces her lips harder against his.

  Logan pulls her closer to his body and she instinctively wraps one of her legs over his hips, allowing his hardening bulge to rub against her still slick mound. Avery pushes Logan onto his back and she slides down his legs, bringing her face within inches of his ever growing cock. Tentatively she wraps her small hand around the solid base, testing its weight. Licking her lips in anticipation, Avery brings her mouth towards the darkening tip and then allows her tongue to venture forward to taste the dripping of moisture. A growing need to feel him in her mouth has Avery dipping her head closer, tossing her wild hair over one shoulder, and encasing Logan’s erection between her lips. The mixed flavors of both of their need combine within her mouth as she glides the slick erection in and out of her mouth.

  Too soon Logan grips her from under her arms and brings her to his hips. She straddles his waist, rocking back and forth slowly against his erection, stimulating against her sensitive nerves.

  “You make me so hot, Avery. I need you again.”

  “I can tell,” Avery says saucily, sliding her hands across his pectorals, teasing his cock by gliding the tip in and out of her entrance.

  Before she has the chance to react, Logan returns her to her back and begins fully sliding his member in and out of her slowly.

  “This one won’t be quick. I want to feel all of you this time.”

  Logan’s mouth moves down her neck, leaving heated bite marks in his wake as he slides down to take her breast in his large hand and her nipple in his mouth,

  “You’re beautiful, Avery. When you come it’s like viewing a masterpiece.”

  “Logan,” she moans as she feels the subtle waves of her orgasm springing forth.

  He continues to roll her nipple around with his tongue, the feel sending sparks directly to her core, spurring on her release. Avery grips at his back as she feels herself reaching that point of ecstasy, her nails digging harshly into his skin leaving trails in their wake.

  “Logan,” she whispers huskily, “I’m going to come.”

  A scream violently escapes from her when her body pushes over the pinnacle. Her emotions so raw from her surrender, she can’t contain the few escaped tears that leak from the corner of her eyes.

  “Feels so good, baby. I could make you come all night.”

  Avery groans in response. The thought of him sliding in and out of her for unforeseen hours causing her muscles to clench and a surge of wetness to expel, coating his shaft in more of her juices.

  “I need you to come again, Avery. I want you to fall apart with me.”

  Those words are her undoing and the symptoms come so fast that she barely has time to react.

  “I can feel it. I’m going to come again, Logan.”

  Rocking her hips in rhythm with Logan’s thrusts, she increases her pace, hoping to unleash his orgasm as well.

  “Mmm, Avery. Feels so fucking good.”

  The headboard rocks underneath her clenched hands as she attempts to fend off her release.

  “Shit,” Logan growls, and she knows that the new angle of her pelvis frees any of the restraint he had been barricading within his body.

  His thrusts become frantic, frenzied, and maniacal as he works to finish. Tilting her hips up a smidgen higher than before, she can feel the tip of his steel-like erection rubbing her sensitized inner area. After three passes over the pleasurable spot, she detonates around him, her muscles tightening and then retracting as he continues to thrust inside her.

  “Yes, that’s it. Fuck!” he shouts as he spills deep inside her, the powerful spray causing mini aftershocks to wreck through her core.

  Spent, they lay on the soft bed, Logan resting beside her, one of his arms and one of his legs draped across Avery’s body; their heavy breaths filling the silent space of the room. Without opening his eyes, he reaches up with the arm cloaked over her and tangles his fingers in her hair. With a bit of force he turns her head and pulls her towards him, pressing a soft kiss against her lips.

  “That was incredible,” he says contentedly, eyes still closed.

  “Mmhmm,” Avery replies in her own dreamy state, watching the small smile grow on his face.

  Pressing her lips against his once more, becoming addicted to their soft feel, her body turns towards him, leaving only a few inches between their chests, but aligning their hips together and tangling their legs. She fits one palm between their sweaty skin and places it over his chest, where his heart beats erratically from the previous exertion. Logan’s large hand leaves her scalp and trails back and forth along her spine, leaving the nerves shivering along his path.

  “I could kiss you all day.” Avery says in between moments where her tongue dances with his.

  “By all means, you have my permission.”

  Unknowingly, her hand travels south on Logan’s body, down the rippling muscles of his abdomen, and skating across the soft skin of his hip. As her finger grazes the deep V of his waist, she feels his manhood pulsate against her thigh.

  “Ignore him. He doesn’t understand that you’re tired and sore.”

  The full mast projecting proudly from his body draws her attention and she pulls back from their kiss.

  Holy shit he’s big. How did that fit…anywhere?

  The sound of chuckling brings her back to the moment and she looks at a bright-eyed Logan.

  “Sorry, you just looked extremely surprised. I’m sorry if I hurt you. Let me go draw you a bath so you can relax your muscles.

  “That’s sweet, Logan. Thank you. But I’d prefer a shower if that’s ok?”

  “Alright, well, while you’re in there I’ll look for some pain medicine. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

  The concern etched on his face is enough to bring her to her knees. After hearing about all of his past exploits
she can’t imagine that this is the same man that turned away from anything serious and had steady one-night stands for the past few years.

  “Thank you, Logan.”

  Sitting up, Avery crawls off the bed and makes her way to the enormous glass and tile enclosure. She turns on the shower and waits for the steam to fill the room before stepping into hot water, letting the moisture wash over her overly sensitive skin.

  With the look of desire in Logan’s eyes as she sauntered from the bedroom, she holds off washing her body, knowing that in a few short minutes he will undoubtedly join her.

  And she’s definitely not sore enough to keep herself from hoping he’ll take her again.

  THE LOOK AVERY GIVES Logan as she crawled off the bed is enough to bring any man to his knees. Not to mention the view of her swollen pussy as she moved on all fours across the bed.

  Logan releases a heavy sigh when he hears the door to the bathroom click shut. The sex with Avery was nothing short of amazing. And amazing is an understatement. She unleashed something deep within him that he didn’t know existed; some primal need that could only be satiated by her. And fuck, if he doesn’t feel like a complete ass for taking her so roughly the first time. She hadn’t had sex in a while and Logan knew he needed to ease her into it, especially considering his size. But seeing her pressed against the wall panting his name - an exploding bomb couldn’t have stopped him from taking her.

  His protruding dick pulsates at his wayward thoughts and Logan chastises himself one more time before laughing at the vertical stance it refuses to relinquish. Needing to release some tension of his own, he finds himself opening the bathroom door and contemplating joining Avery.

  Surprisingly, his decision is made for him when Avery says, “Took you long enough.”

  Stalking towards the glass enclosure, he opens the door, slinking in behind the beauty as she lets the streams of hot water cascade over her perfect body.

  Wrapping an arm completely around her waist, he pulls her against him before leaning down and whispering in her ear, “Sorry, did you miss me?”

  Her breath hitches and Logan continues to hold her tightly, but he lets his other hand skim down her shoulder, to her chest, and then slide between her legs.

  Deep within his mind, he knows she is sore and that he really should try to hold back, but right now his cock has taken control of all of his brain synapses. All he can think about is taking her again and making her his.

  Luckily, she isn’t thinking with her brain, either.

  “Logan, that feels so good.”

  “You like it when I touch you? When I let my fingers caress your soft skin before sinking deep inside you?”

  She releases a moan from deep in her throat and he can feel a rush of wetness coat his hand.

  So she does like it when I talk dirty.

  Avery turns around in his arms and gazes up at him, desire infiltrating her features and Logan finds himself taken aback by the combination of lust and love mirroring his own feelings.

  “God you’re so hot, babe.”

  She leans into him, taking his nipple in her mouth and swirls her soft tongue around the skin before biting down softly.

  Unable to contain the groan building in his throat, he follows suit and releases it as a low growl that echoes in the small space.

  Logan moves them to the teak bench that rests in the corner of the large shower. Sitting down, he lifts Avery up with both hands so that she can straddle his body. Not waiting for her to slide down his shaft, Logan thrusts up into her hot center, her body fully encasing him.

  “Oh god,” she shouts, eyes closed and head thrown back in ecstasy.

  “Ride me, baby. Take me how you want.”

  She doesn’t hesitate, nor does she need instruction; she rides him like it’s her dying wish and damn, if it isn’t exactly what Logan wants.

  Neither of them lasts long, rocking back and forth into each other before simultaneously exploding amidst shouts and profanities.

  Avery relaxes into him and Logan rests against the cool tiled wall, both attempting to catch their breath.

  “I don’t know what came over me,” Avery admits as she trails her hand through his hair.

  “Passion, babe. And we have a hell of a lot of it.”

  Logan helps her stand from the bench and he works quickly to clean off her body with the provided soap. Her eyelids droop as he runs his hands over her skin and he knows that she is fighting a losing battle to stay awake. Logan runs the soap over himself quickly and then shuts off the water before draping the warm towel around Avery’s body.

  Leaning down, he picks up her small body and carries her into the bedroom where he sits her on the bed. He turns down the covers and helps her slide between the cool sheets.

  “Night, babe.”

  “G’night.”

  With a kiss on her forehead Logan goes in search of his bag, hoping to find his toothbrush and cell phone charger. He stops in his tracks when he opens his bag to find his last packed item, an unopened pack of condoms. None of which they thought to use tonight.

  He takes a deep breath, letting it fill his lungs, and runs his hands through his damp hair. He’s definitely not ready to be a father, but fuck if it didn’t feel good to claim Avery without any barriers.

  Turning back towards her sleeping form Logan lets the tension expel through another sigh. Knowing he can’t prolong this conversation, he walks over to her side of the bed and crouches down so that he’s even with her beautiful face. He tucks some loose strands of her wet hair behind her ear and envisions her pregnant with their child and what their children would look like. Strangely enough, a smile crosses Logan’s face at that notion – much less terrified than before.

  “Avery, sweetheart. Can you wake up for a minute?”

  “Hmm,” she murmurs sleepily.

  “Hey, um, I don’t really know how to say this and I take full blame, but we, uh, forgot to use protection.”

  She doesn’t respond, just opens her eyes a bit wider, as if that will allow her to make a more sound decision.

  And then she grins. It’s small, but it’s there, and he smiles in return, glad she isn’t upset with their careless decision.

  “I’m clean too, babe. I just had a physical. I’m just sorry I wasn’t more careful,” he adds.

  She shuts her eyes, the grin still poised on her lips, as if she is amused at the situation.

  “It’s okay, Logan. I can’t get pregnant. Now come lay in bed with me.”

  “Okay,” he replies as he stands from the bedside and moves to the other side, a bit disheartened to realize he won’t see Avery pregnant with his child.

  What the hell is wrong with me?

  Logan lies in bed behind Avery, bringing her body close so that it rests against his and he closes his eyes, hoping to sleep quickly. Instead, sleep eludes him as he dreams of Avery with child, and then playing with a boy and a girl about the age of five, and then the dream switches to a vision of Avery and him, each holding a small infant, while they gaze at each other across his living room sofa.

  Due to his dream-filled slumber, Logan wakes Avery twice during the night. Once, she wakes to find his face buried between her legs, lapping at her sweet honey, moments before she explodes onto his tongue. The next she wakes to his hand softly rubbing her breast and his dick sliding between her legs, coating himself in her wetness. When he hears her breathing increase, Logan slowly glides himself into her core, filling her completely. He whispers to her the things he wants to do and the things he feels while he’s fucking her and she meets each of his demands.

  Fuck if she isn’t perfect for me.

  In the morning they both fully rise later than normal, his erection still buried deep within her channel, and hard as a rock. She tilts her hips forward, making him believe that she is going to remove his body from hers, but Avery surprises him when she rocks back against his hips and groans in pleasure. He leans forward and kisses her shoulder, then sucks on the sensitive s
kin on her neck.

  Avery reaches back and holds his head in place as she continues to pump herself against his cock. His hand slides down her smooth skin and he moves her leg over his hips, opening her up, exposing her center. Logan glides his fingers across the damp curls of her mound and swirl them around her clit, as it begs for his attention.

  She cries out when she pushes over her threshold and Logan quickly turns her onto her stomach, lifting her hips in the air. Plunging back inside her warmth, in dire need of release, Logan unleashes steady lunges against her sex. Though spent, Avery pushes back against his thrusts, assisting him in his need to expel.

  Soon the buildup surges deep in his spine, the crackling of his nerves alert him to his release. Logan thrusts harder, faster, holding Avery in place as he pummels into her body. When the explosion is about to overtake his senses, Logan lays a hand on Avery’s backside before he winds back and smacks his hand against the soft skin.

  “Fuck!” she screams as she comes against him once more.

  Logan simultaneously yells, “Shit,” as he spills himself deep inside her.

  “Fucking hell, Avery. I think you’re trying to kill me.”

  Avery lazily turns her head in his direction and smiles a drunkenly, satiated smile.

  “I can’t help it if you feel good,” she whispers, her voice hoarse from her screams.

  Beneath a chuckle he replies, “I think we woke up the entire hotel.”

  Logan would have assumed that she would be embarrassed by that notion, but Avery surprises him again when she says, “Oh well. Rise and shine.”

  Now that he’s starting to come fully awake, he knows Avery and him need to talk more about the fact that they’ve had sex four times without condoms, but Logan opts to wait until she seems more alert. Right now, he wants nothing more than to soak with her in the giant tub.

  “Come on, babe. Let’s take a bath to soothe your muscles.”

  “You’re going to join me right?” she questions lazily, her eyes scanning up and down his body.

  “Of course, sweetness, but we’re just going to relax, no sex.”