by Kate Steele
Logan was as steady as a centuries-old oak in a tumultuous storm and she instinctively clung to him, afraid to let go. Her mind, what was left of it, whirled in circles formed of inflamed desire. Of its own volition, her body took control, offering itself willingly for Logan’s exploration. All her doubts and fears were burned to ash by his masterful handling of her quivering flesh.
She was flooded with sensation. The feel of corded muscles under her hands, the hot, musky smell of aroused male and the iron-hard press of his erection as it strained against her belly drove her toward a beckoning orgasm. When his hand took possession of her breast, gently working the generous swell of flesh, her vagina clenched, demanding to be filled. Bryn moaned, pressing herself urgently against him.
Her head reverberated with the satisfied growl he gave as she leaned into him. Through the increasing friction and pressure between them, she felt his cock as it hardened against her body. Bryn shivered as Logan’s other hand wandered down to cup the full curve of her buttock, pulling her tight against him, kneading the firm flesh of her bottom. His mouth opened over hers, his tongue seeking entrance. She granted it with a gasp, accepting the textured velvet of it as it stroked wantonly over hers.
Dizziness assailed her as he plundered her mouth, his tongue licking and tangling with hers. His taste was compelling, addicting. The pungent, sweet, musky aroma of her sex rose to perfume the air.
The feel of Logan’s fingers as they found and rolled her distended nipple was electrifying. His groan of arousal sent a quiver of anticipation through Bryn. She undulated against him in mindless need.
Another groan issued from Logan’s throat, this one tinged with regret as he fought to pull away from her. Bryn whimpered a protest as he slowly eased back, placing small lingering kisses on her swollen lips.
“Look at me, baby,” Logan ordered softly. He wanted to howl at the necessary, but thankfully temporary, cessation of his claim. His cock was not a happy camper, taking on a life of its own, twitching with agitation at being roused only to be denied the prize.
Bryn’s eyes opened. Slightly glazed, the irises had darkened to a stormy bluish- gray. Her accelerated breathing began to steady as she focused on Logan. A rosy flush pinked her cheeks as sanity returned.
“All right now?” he smiled, tenderly stroking the heated blush of her cheek.
“F-fine.” She cleared her throat at the unsteady sound of her voice. “I’m fine.” She looked shaky and disoriented, like a sleeper suddenly and rudely awakened.
Logan opened her car door and directed her inside. With some discomfort, he squatted down in the doorway. “Do you have a pen and something to write on?” he asked.
She fumbled in her purse for a pen and the small notebook she kept handy for shopping lists. Bryn struggled to clear her head as she watched Logan scribble something on the pad, noting absently that he was left-handed. She also noted with more clarity the hard bulge in his jeans that had so recently prodded her. Her moist and yearning pussy again protested the absence of what it wanted. Especially when what it wanted was so…right there.
His firm, masculine erection called to her. Look at me, touch me. She imagined if it were exposed, that little eye at the tip would be winking with lascivious invitation. Her teeth sank into her lower lip again, this time with agitation. Disconcerted by her fall into outlandish fantasy, she quickly returned her gaze to his hands. The damage, however, was done. The combination of recent tactile sensation and the visual confirmation of his stellar attributes had her fighting not to squirm in her seat.
Aware of her perusal, proud to show her the effect she had on him and pleased to know she was just as affected, Logan handed the pen and pad back. “That’s my cell phone. Call me when you get home.”
“Why?” she inquired a bit acidly.
“I want to know you’ve gotten home safe,” Logan replied, and seeing the light of battle in her eyes he leaned in and pressed a firm kiss to her lips. His own frustration level high, he was determined to have his way in this, if nothing else. “No arguments, Bryn. Call.”
Still shaken by the passion that had risen so easily at his touch, Bryn decided a strategic retreat was in order. “All right, I’ll call,” she promised sulkily.
“Drive carefully, sweet.” Logan ran a caressing finger down her cheek and stood. Closing her door, he stepped back and watched as she drove out of the lot, made a left turn and disappeared down the street.
Logan released a sigh of regret. Logically he knew he had done the right thing, letting her go. There was still the pending explanation of his background to be made, not to mention her unknowing role as his mate. Her arousal would have allowed him to go further, but when calmer heads prevailed he knew her trust would be a loss he’d not recover.
His smile was somewhat pained as he recalled the expression on her face. If she ached for him as much as he did for her, they were both in for a restless night. He let his eyes wander the area again. The fading scent of the lupine male drifted on the breeze. Despite the frustration of having to call a halt to what could have been an even more enjoyable activity, satisfaction filled his being. His claiming of Bryn had begun, and judging by her reaction she was more than receptive to him. Let this unknown witness testify to the fact that Bryn belonged to him.
* * * * *
Reece Cofield sauntered down the street to his waiting car. He anticipated the coming confrontation. Lillian was going to be one PO’d lupine when she heard his news. Logan Sutherland had chosen a mate.
He’d made no announcement and it was clear his formal claiming had yet to be made, but his intent was blatantly obvious, judging by his actions in the parking lot a few moments ago. Reece knew Logan had caught his scent. There was no mistaking Logan’s marking of his territory.
The girl he’d been with was a pretty one for sure. Reece, had he not already committed himself to Lillian, wouldn’t have minded a piece of that himself. Of course, having to go through Logan put a halt to those pleasant thoughts. He might be horny, but he certainly wasn’t stupid. Getting behind the wheel of his car, he grinned as he headed to Lillian’s place. She was going to be furious. Lillian had the crazy notion that she was going to make Logan her pet. Granted, they’d had one sexual encounter several years ago, but Logan had made it more than clear that he had no interest in a permanent pairing.
Maybe now Lillian would take Reece’s own pairing urges more seriously. If nothing else, he knew he was in for a hell of a ride tonight. Once Lillian got over her rage and calmed down she’d be primed for action. He drove away, feeling his cock quiver and thicken in anticipation.
Chapter Three
Bryn drove home in something of a daze. Luckily, there was very little traffic in the small town of Whispering Springs at this time of day. She reached her destination and pulled into a driveway shaded by a huge oak tree. Leaving the car parked in front of the garage, she made her way up the steps of the little house she’d bought when she first moved to town.
Unlocking the front door, Bryn stepped inside the familiar haven of home and gave an enormous sigh of relief. She automatically kicked off her shoes and dropped her purse and keys on the side table, stopping to gaze at her reflection in the mirror that hung above it.
I look stunned, she thought. Bryn noted her slightly swollen, kiss-stung lips and slowly ran her tongue over them as she brought back the feel of Logan’s lips on hers. His taste clung to her mouth and she savored the dark, haunting flavor of him. She’d never been so quickly and easily aroused in any man’s arms. A wicked little smile curved her lips as she felt the sticky warmth of her body’s juices as it had prepared to receive Logan’s. She felt the slow tingle of desire begin to burn higher. He sure knew how to kiss. Bryn was sure Logan knew how to do a lot of other interesting things, as well.
She wandered into the living room. Her furnishings were an eclectic mix of styles, chosen for comfort and the subtle way they complimented each other. The colors were warm and natural, beige, brown and gold with a
vibrant splash of orange in the form of several throw rugs. The decor encouraged ease and informality. She snatched up the phone before stretching out on the sofa. Closing her eyes, she replayed the feeling of being in Logan’s arms. His body was so warm and hard, and the way he held her? Exhilarating seemed too tame a word to describe it. He’d surrounded her, controlled her, all the while ensuring her pleasure. Bryn felt her body begin to thrum at the thought of his erection, which had pressed so boldly against her belly. The hard length of it had been quite impressive. The vibrator waiting upstairs was running a poor second in comparison, the thought of using it unappealing. With a dissatisfied grimace she took up the phone and punched in the numbers Logan had given her.
As the phone rang, Bryn felt a quiver of anticipation. Her hand slid deliberately up her thigh, the material of her skirt rising. He picked up on the second ring. With just a hello, the deep, rich timbre of his voice sent a shaft of need straight to her already wet core. Bryn closed her eyes and stifled a moan as her swelling sex blossomed like a flower under the coaxing rays of the sun.
“It’s Bryn, Logan,” she managed, hoping her voice didn’t sound as breathless as she felt.
“Hi, baby, I take it you made it home okay?” Logan’s voice flowed over Bryn’s senses, inundating her with desire.
Seemingly of its own volition, her wandering hand glided between her thighs and a slender finger slithered under the damp crotch of her panties and into the slick channel of her soaked pussy.
“Oh yeah. No problems.” Bryn bit her lip as her finger slid through the thick syrup, spreading it up, over and around the taut bud of her clit. A naughty thrill shot up her spine as she arched in reaction.
“If it’s all right with you, I thought we’d go to O’Neal’s,” Logan offered. “I’m in the mood for one of their steaks.”
“That sounds good,” she managed. The rocketing rise of her need tightened her throat, making it almost impossible to speak. Her voice came out a husky rasp.
There was a pause on the other end of the phone line. “Bryn, baby, what are you doing?” Logan’s voice had deepened, drifting silkily over her body.
Bryn froze. “Nothing.”
He knew. Somehow he knew. She wasn’t sure whether to melt with humiliation or stimulation.
“I know I got you stirred up in the parking lot. You’re touching yourself, aren’t you? Are you wet, sweetheart?” His voice was lazy and hot.
“Logan, that’s obscene!” Caught, Bryn wasn’t yet ready to confess to him. She wanted desperately to deny the need coursing through her body. She couldn’t. The smooth pad of her finger settled over her clit, gently manipulating the sensitized nub.
“There’s nothing obscene about it, Bryn. The truly obscene thing would be to deny your needs, to deny your pleasure. I can be there in fifteen minutes, baby,” he cajoled. “There’s nothing I want more than to see to your pleasure.”
Indecision rioted side by side with a pending hormonal meltdown. “Logan, I…I’m not ready for that,” Bryn panted.
“Then let me help you this way, honey, right now.” A heated thread of arousal wound through the deep calm of his voice. “Are your panties off?”
Bryn felt her vagina clench at his boldness. “Oh god…no,” she admitted. Her breath and heart rate began to accelerate.
“Take them off for me, baby,” Logan coaxed. “In my mind I’m seeing you lying there with your thighs spread wide and your sweet wet pussy exposed to me. You have beautiful long fingers, Bryn. I can see them sinking into your tight pussy as you fuck yourself.”
“I don’t think I can do this.” Bryn was stunned by how quickly her need had grown. Her sex felt open, yearning to be filled. Sharing this with Logan made her feel wild, and yet she was afraid to expose so much of herself to him. Afraid of what he would think of her.
“Yes you can, sweet. We’ll pleasure each other. Just close your eyes and listen to the sound of my voice. Now take off those panties, baby.”
The hot sensual growl of his voice galvanized her into action. Lifting her hips, Bryn slid her panties down her legs and over her feet, dropping them on the floor. She spread her thighs wide and sank her fingers into her ready channel. A breathy moan left her parted lips and winged its way over the phone line to Logan. His answering groan of satisfaction came back to her.
“That’s right, sweetheart. It feels so good, doesn’t it, baby? I’m right there with you.” The hot sensual whisper of Logan’s voice flowed over Bryn. “Our fingers are buried deep in your pussy. Bring our fingers up and glide them over your clit, Bryn.”
Bryn was defenseless against her raging need and Logan’s heated dictates. She obeyed and cried out at the stunning pulse of pleasure that contracted her creaming channel. “Logan, oh god, Logan!” she chanted distractedly.
“Are you that close, Bryn? Damn, baby, you’re killing me. Listen to me, Bryn. I’m stroking my cock. It’s big and thick and long and ready to burst just for you. I’m touching you and you’re touching me. Our fingers are wrapped tight around my shaft and we’re squeezing and pumping. I’m going to come in your hands.”
The sudden visual of Logan, buck naked with a massive hard-on, caused another gush of thick cloying liquid to coat Bryn’s probing fingers.
“Logan, are you really stroking your cock?” Her voice was tight, quivering with excitement.
“Oh yeah, babe. Do you like that, Bryn? Would you like to watch me sometime, sweetheart?”
Bryn groaned, her pussy clenching and creaming at the thought of watching Logan masturbate. “Yesss,” she hissed. “Would you do that for me? Let me watch you?”
“You know I would, Bryn. Whatever you need, baby, whatever you want. Slip your fingers back inside that tight, creamy pussy. Those are my fingers, Bryn. Soon it will be my cock inside you. I’m between your thighs, Bryn. We’re going to fuck now, baby. Now.”
Bryn continued to fuck her fingers in and out of her juicy passage, then slid them over the hard nub of her clit again and again. Her hips undulated mindlessly as whimpers and breathless moans burned over the phone line.
“Are you ready to come, Bryn? Let me hear you, baby. Come for me.”
She pictured Logan vigorously stroking the thick, hard length of his cock. She could hear the panting of his breath. Her desperate rise to climax became his as they labored together. The physical and mental inundation, combined with the graphic sensual tone of his voice as he coaxed her, sent Bryn plunging over the edge.
* * * * *
Logan hadn’t anticipated Bryn’s physical state when she called. Knowing that he had aroused her to the point that she was willing to indulge in self-pleasuring over the phone, with his encouragement, was enough to make him howl. Her husky, panting breaths were sending tingles of pure lust straight to his straining cock.
One-handed, he held the phone, deftly unbuttoning his shirt. He released the button at the top of his jeans and carefully slid the zipper down over a cock that quivered to be set free. He pulled his shirttail loose and released his full, aching erection. With a sigh, he settled himself on the sofa. His groin tightened with anticipation as her soft moans ghosted over the phone line.
Logan lay entranced, instructing and cajoling her, listening to her breathless reactions as she touched the body he knew would soon be his. All the while, he stroked his turgid cock, imagining her hands and mouth working him, pleasuring him. The pressure built, he ached to come, but waited, waited for her. Finally, a hairsbreadth from release, her wailing cry broke Logan’s control, and his own strangled shout of pleasure joined hers.
He shot stream after stream of thick creamy cum over his hand and onto the rock- hard stomach exposed by his open shirt and jeans. Hearing a long drawn-out “Mmmm” of pleasure, he smiled lazily. Her sighs of satisfaction enhanced his own pleasure. Unadulterated joy filled his being. His mate was not only beautiful, but filled with a fire that could burn a man to ash. Life had never tasted so sweet.
Silence reigned, but for the panting of tw
o people recovering from nirvana.
Bryn moaned softly as multiple aftershocks quivered through her. She rode the decreasing ripples as they gently lowered her back to reality. As her head cleared, Bryn began to feel shocked at what she had just done. How could she have been so brazen? She’d just engaged in a red-hot bout of phone sex with a man she hadn’t even dated yet. What must he be thinking? That she did this with just anyone? She’d lost him before they’d even had a chance. She turned to lie on her side and spoke quietly into the receiver. “You must think I’m quite the slut.”
A momentary silence greeted her declaration as she waited for his condemnation. Tears filled her eyes.
“If you ever say that again, I’ll paddle your sweet ass so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week.” Logan’s voice was stern as he issued the reprimand. “Is that clear?”
Bryn felt her throat close as tears misted her wide gray eyes.
“Answer me, Bryn,” he ordered.
“Yes, it’s clear.”
There was a momentary pause before Logan spoke. “What I think, sweetheart, is that you are a warm, sensuous woman who just shared a beautiful, exciting and downright mind-blowing experience with me. I’m humbled by your gift, Bryn.”
“Logan,” she whispered, struggling to maintain her composure and not turn into a weeping puddle of sentimental ooze. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
“You’re not going to cry are you, baby?” His soothing tone washed over her. “Tell me you’re all right or I’m coming over there right now. I don’t want you upset.”
