Logan gripped her shoulder and turned her around. She kept her eyes lowered, staring at the deep black of his shirt. “Look at me, Soph.”
“No,” she repeated.
“What are you scared of?” This time both his hands steadied themselves on her shoulders and his thumbs began to rub in slow circles, caressing her skin. He’d never laid his hands on her like this. He’d never touched her like anything other than a brother. Except for that one time... Then again, she’d never brought herself to orgasm in front of him before.
“I’m not scared.” It was a lie, and they both knew it.
“Yes, you are.” His thumbs slowed, and he angled her head upwards. “Look at me, Sophie.”
She’d barely made eye contact with him when a strangled groan erupted from her mouth. His thumbs stilled, and she swayed toward him, grabbing his shirt for balance. “Logan…” She had no idea what she was about to say, and wouldn’t have had a chance to say it anyway, before his mouth came down hard on hers. It was more like a desperate battle than a kiss. Their tongues dueled, their teeth clashed, and Sophie gripped his shirt hard, pulling him closer to her. A half moan, half sob gurgled in her throat as his hands skimmed her waist, lifting her demure white blouse out of her pencil skirt.
What were they doing? Her mind whirled as he pressed her against the sink, hands seeking under her blouse, the flat of his palm on her stomach driving her crazy. This was madness. She stripped him of his shirt and delighted in running her hands over the tight muscles of his chest, his stomach. She clawed at his back as he found her breast with one hand, rubbing his thumb over one hard nipple.
She lost all sense of herself, knowing only that she had to have him. Just once. His other hand slid down her thigh as he fisted the material of her skirt, dragging it upwards, exposing her. Lifting one leg, she rested it on his hip and he grunted, his mouth trailing fire down her throat as she mumbled nonsense. “Yes, Logan, yes.”
Sophie felt as though she were swimming in quicksand, so quickly did she drown in him. He lifted her other leg, balancing her on his hips as he turned around. The cold Formica of the breakfast bar meeting the bare flesh of her thighs and ass made her gasp as he began tugging her thong off her hips. He flung it behind him, where it landed beside the abandoned thermos on the counter top. His tongue tormented her, swirling around that so sensitive spot on the side of her throat as his hands clamped on her thighs and spread her.
“Soph,” he whispered roughly, letting one hand slide up the inside of her thigh. “You’re soaked,” he said in wonder as his fingers finally found that sweet spot.
Sophie cried out as he touched her so privately, making her jerk her hips upwards toward his hand. He dipped one long finger inside her and she clutched at his shoulders while he devoured her with his mouth. Once, twice, three times he thrust inside her with his finger before adding a second, stretching her. His thumb made lazy circles of her clit as she practically sobbed against his mouth. “Please,” she begged. She was so close to exploding, the tension was driving her insane.
“I lay awake half the night wondering what you’d feel like,” he whispered. “What it would be like to sink inside you and feel you clench around me.”
“Oh, God. Logan, please!” Nobody had ever spoken to her like this. It was so filthy and delicious.
“Sophie.” His voice was ragged, and spoke of a control close to breaking point.
She began to grind against his hand, wanting more. She could hardly breathe, each inhale like the sounds of a drowning woman. She didn’t care. “Look at me,” he demanded again.
Her eyes wide and frantic, she met his half-lidded stare. “I want to see you come again, but this time it’ll be my fingers that bring you.” After his erotic words, only one last slow circle of his thumb was needed, and she broke apart, bucking and digging her nails into the flesh of his arms. He lowered his mouth to hers again, drinking her frenzied cries from her lips.
Her hands went to the waistband of his sweats and she tugged, trying to release him with fingers gone numb from pleasure. “No.” He stilled her fingers with his own. “Not here.”
She growled in frustration, pulling his head down for another kiss. He met her lips hungrily, and lifted her from the bar, once again settling her on his hips. She could feel the length of him pressed against her still sensitive parts and cried out again, loving the friction. She only realized they were moving a split second before he lowered her to his bed and stretched out on top of her. Using one of his large hands, he trapped both of hers above her head, while he wriggled out of his sweats and underwear.
Sophie didn’t think she’d ever seen a better specimen in her life as when he finally sprang free and hard. She wiggled underneath him, wanting her clothes gone, but his patience had worn too thin and he shoved her skirt high up on her waist, settling himself between her legs. She thought she’d die if she didn’t have him in her soon, and he laughed the kind of laugh that made things a bit wetter below when she told him. “Now,” she demanded quietly, a tiny thrill going through her when she tried to move her hands and realized he still had them trapped, and wasn’t about to release her.
“Are you on the pill?”
She nodded her head.
He ran his palm down the outside of her thigh, leaving goosebumps behind. His palm cupped her knee, fingers curling behind to tickle the sensitive skin there, turning her into a quivering mass of need. Raising her knee, he spread her legs further and like she’d seen him do before, he guided himself inside her with his hand. But where he’d impaled Bethany in one swift thrust, he teased Sophie to distraction, entering her only an inch and retreating. He rubbed the head of his cock against her clit and she cried out, again begging him. “Please, I can’t stand it.”
He chuckled, and even those tiny vibrations made her pant and moan. “Okay, Soph.” He thrust himself inside her slowly, all the way, filling her, stretching her. When he began to move inside her, she flung her head from side to side, driven mad with the sensations. He roughly shoved her blouse upwards, tugging on her bra to free a nipple, which he sucked into his mouth so deep she thought she’d die with the sensation. Thrusting faster now, still holding her arms above her head he suckled hungrily at her breast, biting her nipple every now and then just to hear her cry out.
“Logan.” She bucked underneath him wildly. “I’m gonna come.”
“Come all you want, baby, I’m not finished with you yet.”
He rode her all the harder, and with one final suck on her hardened nipple she screamed, clenching around his cock as she came hard. With a grin on his face, Logan released her arms and withdrew from her, and before the aftershocks had even kicked in, he buried his face between her legs, licking and sucking, twirling his tongue around her clit like it was ambrosia.
~
Logan
As he felt her nub harden in arousal under his tongue, he slipped two fingers into her, feeling for that special spot on her front wall, and crooking his fingers as if begging it to come out to play.
She literally went crazy beneath him, and he grinned against her flesh as she soaked his hand again, calling his name like it was a prayer. While the aftershocks still rocked her body, he thrust himself inside her again, pumping hard, feeling that tingle that meant he was close. He ate at her mouth as he used one hand to raise her hips higher, tilting her upwards. To his surprise he felt her muscles contract around him again as her nails tore at his arms. Her final orgasm tilted him over the edge and he thrust into her one last time, filling her full of his seed.
~
Sophie
“Oh, God,” she whispered, standing on unsteady legs to fix her clothes. “That was—”
“Amazing?” he suggested, stretching, his magnificent body making her face hot. “Stupendous? Wonderful?” he laughed. “Feel free to break in whenever you hear the appropriate adjective.”
“A mistake.” She rushed out of his room, her head still whirling. She grabbed her thong where it had been disc
arded and made a bee line for the bathroom to clean up.
Logan followed her, a dark frown creasing his brow. “A mistake? Are you fucking kidding me, Soph?”
“No.” She paused, affording him a look so full of regret that surely he’d understand. “I’m sorry, Logan. That should never have happened.”
“I’m glad it did,” he began, his face darkening. “You have no idea– ”
“No!” she interrupted, turning away. “You have no idea. You have no idea how disgusted our parents would be.” Shame overwhelmed her, and she fled to the bathroom. “What we did,” she turned her head. “It was wrong.”
~
Logan
His joy turned stale in his mouth. Was it so wrong?, he wondered. Was it so wrong for two consenting adults to enjoy each other? Dammit, how badly had he fucked up? No, he told himself, they’d fucked up. Not just him. He hadn’t been the only one on fire back there. He glared at the closed door she was hiding behind, probably scrubbing his very scent from her skin. Bitterness flooded him. “Sophie,” he called. “You just remember that I wasn’t the only one who wanted it, okay? You remember that as you lie in your bed at night, and think about me in the next room.”
The door opened slowly and she emerged, all traces of their love-making erased. Composed and aloof, she faced him squarely. “Please, Logan. You’re my brother– ”
“Am I fuck!” he exploded. “I’ve never thought of you that way.”
“Well,” she visibly swallowed. “I always thought of you that way.” She turned and walked away, the sheen of tears brightening her eyes. He felt like a shit. He hadn’t meant that the way it sounded. He should chase after her, explain to her, but the few yards between them may as well have been miles.
“Soph…”
“I’ll be out of here as soon as I can,” she informed him, all business again. She sat down – gingerly, he noticed – to pull her shoes on and he had a moment to wonder if he’d hurt her during their love-making, but her closed face forbade any mention of it.
“You don’t have to leave,” he groaned. Fuck, it was all falling apart. “I don’t want you to.”
“I do.” She paused in front of him, and he got the strangest feeling she wanted to hug him, but when he made a move toward her, she backed away, heading for the front door, picking up her purse and keys from the end of her bed on the way. “It’s for the best.”
~
Sophie
Sophie got as far as Alfonse’s All You Can Eat Diner before she broke down. For the second time in the space of a handful of weeks, she was sitting here falling apart over some guy. Only Logan wasn’t just some guy. He was her family, the only family she had left. All she’d had left in the world was her brother. And now she’d gone and turned him into another ex. “Oh, God!” What had she done?
She could picture the disgust on their parents faces, could practically hear the revulsion in their tones as she tried to explain what had happened. Sweet Jehovah Joe, she’d really screwed things up this time. It was all well and fine for her to mess up when she’d had Logan as a safety net to turn to. What was she gonna do now?
“The only thing you can do,” she told her reflection in the rear view mirror. “Move on.” She still had a pretty decent savings account, mostly due to the insurance money and the inheritance their parents had left them, and if there was one thing she was full sure her parents would approve of, it was using that money to get out of this situation. Maybe she’d live in the city, after all.
She wouldn’t be going in to work this morning. Even if she didn’t have a major over-haul of her life to see to, she was in no fit state to discuss interior design with some bored housewife. She was upset and shaken – and yes, sore too – so she decided her first piece of business would be to call Serena. She hadn’t spoken to her in weeks, and if she’d ever needed girly advice, it was now.
Chapter Six
“You what!?”
“I slept with Logan.”
Serena breathed into the phone, sounding about as shocked as Soph had ever heard her. “That’s what I thought you said. Oh, Soph, what a mess.”
“I know.” She lasted a further two seconds before she broke down completely and sobbed. “I’ve made such a mess of everything. I can’t believe myself.”
“Well now, girl. As I see it, there were two of you in that bed – you did do it in a bed right?”
At Sophie’s groan, she continued. “There were two of you in that bed, and he has to be feeling just as confused and crazy as you are.”
Sophie shook her head, and finally rested it against the steering wheel. “He seemed fine. He said he was glad.”
“He did?” A sharp tap-tap sound indicated that Serena had fallen into her habit of clicking a nail against her teeth when she was deep in thought. Suddenly, she gasped. “So…he was happy with the new…arrangement?”
“I guess.” She covered her face with both hands. “I don’t know, Serena.” She replayed the entire thing in her mind, starting with her walking in on him last night. He hadn’t seemed upset at all. Actually, now that she thought of it, he’d seemed suddenly even more turned on, as if his own orgasm had taken him by surprise.
And then this morning, he’d been the one who wouldn’t let things alone, he just had to bring it up. Granted, she’d been just as hot to trot as he had, but he seemed to revel in it. As if it was something he’d relished the idea of. And he’d said…
“What?” Serena asked, tsking impatiently. “I know you've thought of something, you just said 'hmm'. What is it?”
“He…said things this morning.”
“What things?”
Her face flaming, she thought about what he had actually said. He’d lain awake half the night wondering how she’d feel from the inside. “Things that make me wonder if this is not the first time he’s wanted to take things further since we were teenagers.”
“Really?” She squealed with delight. “And you’re still sitting there, why? Girl, get yourself back to that man.”
Sophie didn't reply, but neither did she hang up.
“You’re still there, stupid.”
“I know,” Sophie tsked impatiently. “Serena, that’s not what I want.”
“Oh, yeah? Is that why you slept with him to begin with?”
Sophie sighed. Serena wasn’t the most tactful of friends, but she was honest. “He’s my brother.”
“No, hon, he isn’t. His dad married your mom. That does not a brother make.”
“I’ve always thought of him as a brother.”
“Oh, clearly.”
“Stop it, Serena.” Obviously she hadn’t been thinking of him being her brother this morning, no more than he’d been thinking of her being his sister. Although, to hear him tell it, he’d never thought of her that way. That had hurt. That he’d never loved her like she loved him. She shook her head. “No, I just can’t turn my back on everything I’ve ever thought, ever been taught, and be with him.”
“Well then, what are you going to do?”
“I’m leaving.” Sophie sat up, smoothing her hair nervously. “Today.”
“I don’t think you should do that, girl,” she told her, oh about seven times, and each time Sophie nodded and replied that she didn’t want to go either, but that she’d forward on her address when she got settled and she could come visit the city as often as she wanted.
Then she asked a question that Sophie had no answer for. “What are you going to do about Logan? Just disappear out of his life?”
She had no idea what she was going to do about Logan, but she would have time to figure it out once she had a bit of distance between them. The thought of disappearing out of his life forever seemed ridiculous. In time, whatever attraction had raged between them these past few weeks would dissipate and they’d be back to normal. Then he could come visit her in the city too, she hoped.
The clock on her dashboard told her it was just after noon, and Logan would still be in work, so she was safe to go
back to the house to gather her things. It seemed cruel to just clear out while he was gone, but surely he’d realize that things were better this way, in time. They had all the people in the world to sleep with, but as far as family went, they only had each other.
~
Logan
It was dark when Logan finally crept in the front door, expecting Sophie to be locked in her room, hating him. He made his way to the kitchen, starving, clicking on lights as he went. The house was so silent he wondered if she’d decided to have an early night just to avoid him. He shrugged. She’d come around, eventually. For now, he’d give her all the space and time she needed to figure out that there was no way in hell she would ever respond to another man like she had to him. He knew for a fact that her love life with Champagne Chimp wasn’t even exciting enough to be called vanilla – he'd shocked her enough times with his own sex-life that there was no way Taylor was pleasing her in the bedroom.
Too exhausted to do more than throw together a sandwich, he flopped down onto the couch and flicked the remote, tuning into some trashy sitcom. For an hour he sat there, eyes stuck to the T.V., but if you’d asked him later, he couldn’t recall a damn word that had been said. His ears listened for any sound that might indicate Soph was up and around. He had to talk to her, damn it. He had to make her understand.
He knew only too well how their parents would feel, but did their feelings not matter at all? He knew she wanted him every bit as much as he wanted her. It was madness to deny it. Finally, frustration getting the better of him, he marched to her door and raised his hand to knock – shit, to beg if he had to. The door wasn’t shut tight, and he took that as an invitation to enter.
Knocking lightly, he shoved the door with his foot. “Soph? Can we talk, please?”
She wasn’t there. The bed was stripped, the mattress bare, and the closet hung open and empty. “What the…?” He noticed a note folded on the locker and picked it up, hands shaking.
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