Right up until it touched her pussy.
She wasn’t wearing panties.
I’m not really sure if it’d been like that all night, or if it was a recent thing while we’d been preoccupied.
Whatever. She’d had her nightgown hiked up to her hips, but with how long the gown was, I still hadn’t been able to tell that she hadn’t been wearing any due to all the fabric pooled around her waist. I’d been able to see quite a bit of bare thigh…but everything important had been covered.
But with that one move, my hand was now wet…and I wanted more.
Unconsciously, I held my hand exactly where it was, allowing my palm to stay suspended but not actually touching her.
I could feel the heat emanating off her body, and I closed my eyes tight and tried to once again regain control over the situation.
But then she widened her legs, and my hand was pressed up against her pussy.
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
She knew exactly what she was doing, too.
Because when that wet pussy touched my hand again…I lost it.
There was no way she could fake the wetness. No way she could fake her excitement for me.
And I wasn’t a strong man.
I only had so much to give, and my control was absolutely torn to shreds.
Katy had been chipping away at the walls I’d had erected since we’d met, and each day, each word that came out of her mouth, another small chip would find its way into my wall.
Until suddenly, they came tumbling down.
Sure, the guilt at nearly fucking her while asleep was still there.
But when she linked her fingers with mine, then started to undulate her hips so that she was riding the back of my hand…I just sort of…lost it.
I moved all at once.
Seconds after the move on her part happened, I tumbled her back to the bed, keeping our hands linked.
My knees went to her parted thighs and kicked them farther apart, and I became thankful that she’d moved until her nightgown was up and out of the way. With the new position we found ourselves in, my cock head was already at her entrance, and it took absolutely nothing on my part to start slowly pushing inside.
Her breath caught as my cock breached her pussy, and before either of us could really change our mind, or decide that we probably shouldn’t be doing this in the first place, I slammed into her.
My mouth followed shortly after that, catching the cry that left her lips seconds later.
My tongue plunged into the heated depths of her mouth, tangling with hers, at the same time my cock slid all the way inside of her until the tip of my cock kissed the entrance to her womb.
“Jesus Christ,” I breathed into her open mouth. “You feel like hot silk.”
She wound her arm around my shoulder and dug her fingernails into my traps.
“Your cock feels like I’m going to need to throw all my inadequate dildos away because nothing else will ever compare,” she teased.
Hearing those words? Paired with me being buried deep inside of her? Well, I kind of sort of lost it.
I pulled my cock out and thrust it back inside, hard and deep.
She cried out and dug her nails in even deeper, causing a shiver of discomfort to wind its way through my belly at the sensation.
But the way she felt so tight around me made the discomfort minimal.
Later, I’d have little half-moons in the skin of my back. Tiny little reminders of how out of control Katy could be.
But right now? Yeah, I didn’t give a flying fuck.
Not when, as I pulled out again and thrust back forward, she started to clench and tighten as if she was seconds away from coming.
“Oh, harder,” she breathed, yanking her hand so hard that the cuffs dug uncomfortably into my wrist.
I pulled our joined hands back down, closing my palm around her tiny hand, and pressed it to the bed as I went up onto my knees and hands.
Seconds later I was filling her completely again, only to pull right back out.
Over and over again I filled her, thrusting hard enough that her breasts were bouncing hard underneath the nightgown.
I watched as they bounced, over and over again, in hypnotic succession.
She moaned and brought one hand up to cup one breast, pinching the nipple lightly with two fingers before trailing her hand down her belly to reach for the hem of her gown.
Moments after that, her nightgown was joining my shirt by our bound hands, and I was staring at her bountiful breasts as they jiggled and jerked.
“Jesus,” she cried out. “Yes!”
I couldn’t stop myself from hunching over and pulling her nipple into my mouth.
Her head started to thrash on the pillow as she clenched her eyes shut.
“You gonna come for me, Katy?” I growled, flicking her nipple with the tip of my tongue.
“Yes!” she cried out. “God, yes I am. So hard.”
I pulled my cock out and waited until her eyes flew open.
Then, with her eyes on mine, I started to fuck her slowly, drawing out the pleasure.
“God, I hate you right now,” she cried out, her neck stretching out to expose her throat.
I stopped completely and brought my unbound hand to her throat, trailing my index finger down the line, stopping at the hollow just above her collarbone.
“I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw you and gave you a ticket,” I told her. “You were wearing black leggings that were so tight I could make out your ass dimples.”
“I don’t have ass dimples,” she informed me.
I grinned and pulled out completely, moving the both of us until she was on her knees in front of me, ass in the air, and I was on my knees directly behind her. It put her arm at an awkward position near her back, but she didn’t complain.
“But you do,” I said as I ran my fingers over the hollows above her hips. “Maybe ass dimples isn’t the right word. But you have these two indentations right here, and I could make them out.”
I swept my thumb over one indentation, causing her to gasp.
God, there were so many things I wanted to do with her on her knees in front of me, but I chose the one thing that would make us the happiest at once.
Sinking my cock back inside of her until my pubic bone was pressed up tight to her ass.
My balls were tucked tight to her pussy, too, making me want to feel them slapping up against it when I fucked her hard.
But, since I was trying to keep things under control, I went slow, pulling my cock out only to sink it right back inside, slowly.
Oh, so slowly.
I’d worked myself into such a state of desire that I hadn’t realized just how close I was until I felt her come apart all around me. I’d been so in tune to what she was doing that I hadn’t felt the signs in me.
Not until it was too late to pull back.
With her pussy rippling and clenching, rhythmically working my cock in tight pulses, I had no other recourse but to fall prey to my own orgasm.
It was only as I started spurting away inside of her that I realized we were doing all of this without a condom.
“Fuuuuuck,” I cried out, trying to pull out.
But it was no use.
I’d already shot at least twice inside of her, and the third shot was already leaving my body as I was retreating. Meaning I came all over the outside of her pussy.
“Shiiit,” she cried out. “I’m still coming. Back inside. Please.”
It was the pleading on her part that had me sinking my cock back inside of her.
She was so slick and hot that I had no trouble whatsoever sinking back inside to the hilt.
And when she started to slam herself back against me, taking her fill, if I hadn’t already come, I would’ve then.
My hands tightened on her hips, and before I was ready, she collapsed onto her belly and groaned.
Her hand, however, went up as well, pulling me off balan
ce.
I had no choice but to follow her down, pushing myself far enough to the side that I didn’t fall directly on top of her.
We were both panting, trying to come to terms with whatever the fuck you could call what just happened, and sweating when she said, “I think we should do that again.”
That was when the dogs started barking from the end of the bed, letting us know that not only had they witnessed the entire performance, but it was also time to go outside and get up.
“That’s not awkward at all,” I muttered as I pulled myself back up to my knees.
She came with me, pulling her gown free of our tangled hands and yanking it over her head.
I waited until she was situated before standing myself and gesturing to my underwear.
“Gotta get those,” I told her.
She walked toward me and stopped, allowing me to bend down and get my underwear and sweats that were wadded up together.
“Want to go to the bathroom and get changed?” I asked.
She looked at her cuffed hands. “If you unlock me.”
I reached for my pants pocket out of habit and froze.
“I don’t have the key,” I admitted. “It has to be back at my apartment. I don’t think I ever removed it from my uniform pocket.”
Chapter 14
Katy
I don’t have the key, it’s back at my apartment.
Those words had left his lips, but I was having trouble comprehending them.
“Ummm,” I paused. “What?”
“I don’t have it,” he said again. “It’s still in my uniform pocket.”
I looked at the door, then at his naked state, then took stock in my state.
“I’m not peeing in front of you,” I told him bluntly.
His lips twitched. “Then let’s go get the key.”
“What if we’re seen?” she whispered.
“We won’t be,” he promised. “We’re at the end. Nobody has any business being down here anyway.”
That was true. We were technically at the end of the apartment complex. The only thing that could be accessed at our side was the trail entrance, and they had to go behind our apartment to get to that, not in front of it. Most everybody that utilized the stairs took the back way since they’d have to weave through our cars and fit through a tiny gap in the building and the large ten-foot privacy fence.
Meaning, he was probably right.
I wouldn’t be seen.
“Okay,” I said softly. “But we need to check first to make sure nobody is out there.”
“I will,” he promised.
And he did.
After letting the dogs out, I followed behind him, holding his hand for balance as we walked out.
When the dogs ran to the small patch of grass outside our front doors, we went ahead and started climbing the stairs.
It wasn’t until we were entering his apartment—those keys he thankfully had—that I started to think we’d actually gotten away with it. That I’d managed to walk out in daylight with my hand handcuffed to Logan Gibbs’ and nobody would become the wiser.
Except, I wasn’t planning on his brother turning around the moment the apartment door opened, standing up, and gasping in shock.
“Holy shit,” the man exclaimed. “You are handcuffed to someone!”
My face flamed scarlet as Logan cursed.
“Jesus Christ, Emmett, what the fuck are you doing in here?” he asked.
Emmett, the brother, obviously, started to laugh.
“You’re handcuffed?” he ignored everything that was asked of him and guffawed.
“It’s not what you think,” Logan said to Emmett.
“It’s not?” he chuckled as he took in our handcuffed hands. “Because, swear to God, it looks like what I think.”
He rolled his eyes at Emmett and said, “Come here, Katy. The key is in my uniform pocket.”
I followed dutifully, my face flushing bright, and tried not to act guilty.
“I was only fixing your faucet,” Emmett called out loudly. “But I have to go. The chick in 4F is having problems with her water heater again. I’ll see you later!”
Before Logan could ask him to stay, he was gone.
Which I was immensely happy about.
Not that I was embarrassed or anything about being handcuffed to the man, but hell, I definitely had planned on meeting Emmett in a much different situation than I found myself in.
I also hoped that next time I wasn’t leaking Logan’s juices and practically naked in my nightgown.
“Don’t forget we have dinner together planned tonight!” Emmett yelled. “Bring the girl! She’ll like my wife.”
I was already shaking my head as Logan bent down and retrieved the key from his uniform pocket.
“I’m not coming,” I informed him as he unlocked the handcuffs.
Logan wrinkled his nose as he removed the cuffs from my wrist, smoothing his hand down over the length of the red marks encircling my wrist.
“You tried to walk away last night, I’m guessing,” he said, studying the marks.
I tried to control my erratic heart rate and studied the red welts.
“Maybe,” I admitted. “There’s no telling what I did. Especially if you slept next to me instead of staying awake like you thought you would.”
His nose wrinkled. “I haven’t gotten that much sleep since…before.”
My heart took a ragged beat.
“I’m glad you slept then,” I admitted. “I’m…Logan…”
His eyes went from the ragged marks to me, and the intensity in his eyes made me weak in the knees.
“Yeah?” he rasped.
“I’m really, really glad that you slept.” I paused, letting that sink in. “And if you want to do it again tonight…”
I left that hanging, allowing him to interpret the meaning without actually saying the words.
His mouth kicked up into a semblance of a smile. One that quickly fell off his face when his phone started to ring.
“What?” I asked, worried with the scowl that had replaced the smile.
“That’s my ex-wife’s tone,” he muttered.
I looked at the phone that was ringing from his pants pocket, then made a hasty decision that I didn’t think all the way through.
Before either of us could stop me, I reached into his pocket and answered it.
“Listen here, motherfucker,” Tasia started in before I could even say ‘hello.’ “I’ve already talked to a lawyer this morning. While you were fucking around, I was talking to a lawyer about getting Brother taken away from you.”
I frowned. “I’m sorry,” I said with thin patience. “But don’t be calling Logan’s phone this early in the morning. Also, you haven’t spoken to a lawyer yet. It’s barely eight-thirty in the morning. And unless you’re also related to said lawyer, I highly doubt that you’ve done that. Also, Logan’s dog is named Sister, not Brother.”
I had no idea who Brother was, but if I had to guess, it was Sister’s brother.
But without sounding stupid when I said ‘who,’ I chose to remain silent.
Logan stared back at me, his hand still holding my wrist, blinking at me rapidly.
“I meant Sister,” Tasia snarled.
“Well,” I said. “Like I said, unless you’re related to the lawyer, I highly doubt you’ve had a chance to talk to them yet. Also, you might want to consider calling at more normal hours.”
“Eight o’clock is normal,” Tasia countered, voice filled with venom.
I could tell that I was getting to her. My calm demeanor and off-handed, flippant comments were driving her wild.
“Well,” I said. “If this was all that you had to say…”
“Oh, there’s more,” she snickered. “I’m going to be asking for more child support, soon.”
That was when rage started boiling in my guts.
“You could,” I said softly. “But just remember, if you start taking puck shots at us, rem
ember that it works both ways. If you can go for an increase in child support, he can go for custody.”
“Yeah, but he hates this kid. Why would he do that?” she laughed.
I clenched my teeth and tried not to call her a bitch like I really wanted to do.
“He doesn’t hate the kid. You don’t hate the kid for something the mother did. He sees the child as a symbol of your infidelity. He also sees that baby as part of his best friend. As part of a man that was taken advantage of.” I paused. “Is that the only way you can get it? Taking advantage of men that have reduced faculties? Because if that’s the case, I feel sorry for you. Also, seeing as Logan’s mine now, I can’t see how you could’ve ever left him. He’s absolute perfection…”
Logan pulled me to his hard chest, startling a small squeak out of me.
That small squeak, however, was drowned out by Tasia’s growl of outrage.
“He tell you why I had to go to such lengths, huh?” Tasia snarled. “Because I’m all for telling you.”
Logan held his hand out for the phone, but I shook him off.
“No, why don’t you tell me, Tasia? You know that you want to,” I chirped.
“He has a low sperm count!” she cried out. “He couldn’t give me kids!”
I laughed then. “Maybe that was God’s way of saying that you didn’t deserve them. That you are a crazy bitch, and crazy bitches don’t deserve innocent children.”
Logan’s arms tightened around me and before I could say another word, the phone was slipped out of my hand, and Logan was talking softly into it.
“Listen, Tasia,” Logan began. “We already know the court order says from when we originally went to court about Brother and Sister. Please, feel free to pursue it further. And if you feel you’re in need of more child support, you can again take me to court.”
There was a long silence, and then Logan shook his head and hung up the phone.
“Brother?” I asked softly.
Logan’s face went pained.
Literally, pain etched into his every pore as he said, “Sister and Brother were both from the same litter. We got them at the same time. Only difference between the two were their sex.”
I felt that there was more to the story, so I waited for him to explain instead of pushing him to talk about it if he wasn’t ready.
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