Risk Worth Taking: Music For The Heart - Book Three

by Faith Starr

  The tenderness in his features warmed the coldness building inside me.

  “I do too. That’s the problem.” I bit my lower lip and focused downward, using my foot to play with the rocks.

  “I don’t see a problem.”

  “Of course you don’t. What happens at the end of the week? Do we part ways and pretend our time together on this trip never happened?”

  “I honestly don’t know what’s going to happen after we leave. What I do know is that I want to spend every waking moment I’m here with you. Fuck that, every sleeping moment too.”

  Closing my eyes, I rubbed my forehead. “I don’t know that I can do what you’re suggesting.”

  “And what is it you think I’m suggesting?”

  My eyes blinked open. He brushed my wet hair from my face and dried my tears with the back of his hand. Come on. I couldn’t be that naive.

  “I know exactly what you’re suggesting. For the two of us to spend the week screwing around, taking hikes, dining together, exploring, and playing music. In all conscience, I don’t know if I’m capable of doing those things, with you of all people, especially the first part.”

  “Are you willing to give it a try? I am.”

  “Hello? You’re a man. Of course you’re willing to give it a try.”

  “That’s not fair. Just because I’m a man doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings. I hurt the same way you do. I may show it differently, but it doesn’t mean your pain is any worse or less than mine.”

  He was right. We both had the same amount to lose.

  “Think about it, at least now you won’t have to worry about babysitting your sister. We’ll have the rest of the week to do with as we please. Let’s agree to take it one day at a time. Are you okay with that?” He again tried to caress my back. This time I allowed him to.

  “My mind and heart are telling me two different things.”

  He brushed more hair off my face, his fingers gliding up and down my cheek. “Go with what your heart says.”

  Maybe I was a glutton for punishment, because I wanted more than anything to spend the next few days with him. The challenge I foresaw was the need to remain in the present. I couldn’t allow myself to project about what would happen after we left the ranch. For all I knew, we would hate each other by week’s end. Though I highly doubted it, believing the total opposite, actually.

  11

  Logan

  At least she’d stopped crying.

  “Do you want to head back to your cabin to say goodbye to Kate?”

  She sighed. “I don’t want to, but I know it’s the right thing to do.”

  I stood and assisted her up. I kept her hand in mine during our stroll back to see her sister off.

  Kate wheeled her suitcase into the living room right as Drew and I stepped inside the cabin. Drew’s hand remained protectively in mine. I squeezed it for encouragement to indicate she should go and say something to her sister.

  She did.

  She rubbed her free hand against her thigh. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to attack you. I want you to know I’m on your side no matter what decision you make in regard to Joe.” Her words came out hushed.

  Kate smiled and a few tears rolled down her cheeks. She embraced Drew.

  When the two of them parted, Kate pointed her finger at me. “You better be good to her, Logan Trimble. Don’t break her heart again, or you’ll have me to deal with.” She spoke with conviction. She winked at Drew and rubbed her sister’s arm.

  “I’ll do my best not to.” My assurance was mostly for Drew.

  A horn out front startled us. Kate peered out the window. “Brian’s here.”

  He parked the van. I grabbed Kate’s luggage, and we escorted her outside.

  “We’re sorry to see you go, but it sounds like you’re leaving for all the right reasons.” Brian put Kate’s suitcase in the back of the van.

  “The best reason.” Her entire face lit up.

  She ran over to Drew and hugged her tightly. “I’m sorry I acted so bitchy.” She pointed at me again. “Remember what I said, Logan.” She turned and climbed inside the van.

  Drew and I watched Brian back up and drive off. Drew wore a proud smile.

  “What’re you thinking?”

  “I’m happy for her. I really am.” She continued to watch the van until it was out of sight.

  “You know who I’m happy for?”

  She shook her head.

  “Us. Because now we have two cabins all to ourselves. Now if I remember correctly, you mentioned the two of us screwing around, playing music, and a bunch of other shit that doesn’t stand out. I’m game for starting with the first item on your list.” I prayed she would be on board.

  She laughed. “I also said you’re a typical male, not in those exact words, but you get my drift.”

  “Damn right. I bet I can beat you to the bedroom. I’ll even give you a head start.”

  “Slow down, Mr. Trimble. I didn’t agree to sleep with you yet.”

  Really?

  I frowned. Maybe I had read her cues and body language incorrectly. Damn.

  “But that doesn’t mean we can’t do other things.” She raised her brows suggestively. She bolted for the stairs, skipping every other one, and dashed inside the cabin.

  Fuck yes! I was right there with her.

  She stood in front of her bed, shifting her bodyweight from foot to foot. I sensed her nervousness. She had absolutely no reason to feel it.

  “Hi.” I stepped toward her.

  “Hi.” She tucked loose hair behind her ear.

  Another step forward and her body was mere inches in front of mine. “Just to make sure we’re both on the same page, what kind of other things were you referring to?”

  Her cheeks flushed pink. Always one to be on the shy side when it came to verbalizing her desires in the bedroom. Still, we’d been teenagers then. For all I knew, she could’ve mutated into a wild beast in the sack, but I seriously doubted it.

  She shrugged, vulnerability filling her.

  Nope. Things hadn’t changed. She still had the shy thing going.

  “How about this?” I nibbled on her earlobe.

  “That’s good.” She angled her head to the side.

  “What about this?” I planted a trail of light kisses down her neck.

  “That’s good too.” Her voice got quieter.

  Two for two. I took things a step further, heading lower, toward the rim of her shirt. Her chest rose and fell.

  The shirt covering her luscious breasts needed to say goodbye, and fast, because I’d been fantasizing nonstop about seeing her beauties again.

  While raising the bottom of the pink cotton material, I relished the velvety feel of her soft skin.

  The shirt got tossed on the floor.

  She placed her hand on my chest, her fingers splayed against it, her eyes hungry.

  With the green light I presumed she gave me, I unclasped her bra, removed both straps off her shoulders in unison, and slid the thin lacy material down and off her arms. The undergarment joined the shirt on the floor.

  Bashfulness overtook her. She brought her hands forward to cover her breasts.

  That wouldn’t do. I removed them and placed them on my shoulders instead.

  Much better.

  My mind agreed with the visual in front of me. I breathed deeply, taking her in. Fuck, a glorious sight, her breasts larger than I remembered, each one a perfect handful.

  Palming her bare flesh, I covered her rose-colored areola with my lips, my tongue flicking her erect nipple.

  Her fingers dug into my hair, fisting it.

  “You’re so beautiful.” The words of truth came out without a second thought.

  I stroked her other nipple with my thumb, cherishing it, rolling it between two fingers.

  Her tight abdomen was grazed with kisses. I headed lower, to the faint trail of light hair below her belly button. Unfortunately, the barricade called the waistband of her shorts sto
pped me. I didn’t consider it a problem whatsoever. They got unbuttoned promptly.

  She stopped me with her hand before I got to the zipper and bit her lower lip, hesitating.

  Red light. I wouldn’t move forward unless she wanted me to. I waited patiently for her to decide.

  She stepped closer to the bed, pulling me with her.

  She took it upon herself to lie down, her eyes immediately closing.

  Green light.

  Her body tensed when I climbed over her and rested my body weight on my forearms.

  I stepped on the breaks—not an easy feat with Drew half naked underneath me.

  My lips found hers. Our mouths opened. My tongue dove inside. It wanted company. Our joined tongues danced wildly, the connection intense.

  She softened against the mattress. I took a risk, rocking my cock into her. She raised her pelvis to meet it, welcoming it.

  Her action surprised me, causing me to look at her. She did the same to me and draped her arms around me, hugging my chest tightly against hers, our gazes locked on one another.

  It was too much intensity for me to wrap my head around, so I changed positions. I journeyed south to her breasts, sucking on one then the other. Right now, I needed her like oxygen. I enveloped her supple flesh with my mouth, my hand cupping her fullness.

  “Please.”

  Her wish was my command.

  I kissed my way down to the waistband of her shorts. She didn’t stop me when I reached for the zipper. I breathed a sigh of relief.

  Zip.

  With the shorts now free, I nudged her to lift her hips so I could get the bottoms off easier.

  First I had to ditch her sneakers, though. Adios. The shorts came off next.

  Fuck me. A morsel of a white G-string with lace edging presented itself. I did a double take to make sure my brain wasn’t fucking around with me.

  While gliding my hands up her smooth legs, the nerve endings in my fingers became hypersensitive due to the sexual energy she emanated.

  I teased by running my finger underneath the elastic band of the triangle fabric covering an area of her body she had me salivating over.

  She raised her hips in offering.

  Entering the speed zone, I scooted lower and off the bed, kissing her luscious body as I did so, resting my knees on the low pile carpet.

  She watched me tug on her legs, causing her body to drift down the mattress toward my hungry mouth, her pussy mere inches in front of it yet too far for my ravenous appetite.

  Fuck, she smelled good.

  She blinked, shielding her breasts again with her hands.

  “Don’t cover yourself. I love seeing your body like this, wanting for more.”

  Her cheeks flushed darker. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her modesty evident. I would go with it for now.

  “These aren’t needed right now. Lift up for me, baby, so I can get them off.”

  Sayonara tiny strip of satin and lace covering her small patch of hair.

  She didn’t respond, but did as instructed.

  Her scent drove me fucking wild. I had to taste her. I dragged her down another inch or two toward the edge of the mattress, closer to me, and wrapped her legs around my shoulders before diving in, not giving her a chance to rebut.

  She tasted phenomenal. And so fucking wet too. My cock twitched in my boxers, dying to get inside her.

  Not yet. She’d made that point perfectly clear.

  Parting her folds gave me better access to her opening. I probed her channel with my tongue, circling my thumb over her swollen clit.

  She reached out for me. I held one of her hands, our fingers now intertwined.

  I buried myself in her gloriousness, lapping at her sweet spot, kissing, delving my tongue inside her. I wanted all of it.

  She squeezed her thighs against my head, her breath picking up speed. “Logan…”

  The way she said my name penetrated deep into my soul.

  I sucked on her clit, my thumb now probing her, my actions and her reactions creating a beautiful and steady rhythm.

  Shit. I hadn’t eaten a girl out in forever, safe sex being a top priority and all. Fucking with condoms was about as far as I agreed to go. I barely kissed the women I fucked either. My dick and fingers took excellent care of their needs with no complaints from the ladies afterward, but lots of coming if I did say so myself.

  Crazy, but in this moment, I didn’t think twice about the repercussions of my actions with Drew. I hadn’t even asked her about her past activities in the sack. But deep down, I knew I didn’t have to. I knew she had a moral compass like that of the Pope. Okay, maybe not that pure, but it got my point across. And I got as much pleasure seeing her squirm in delight as she got from the pleasure engulfing her.

  Her body trembled and shook, fully allowing the sensations to overtake her. Our hands remained locked together, her free hand gripping the comforter for dear life, her thighs pressing tighter against me.

  “Logan… Logan…”

  Hearing my name spill from her lips while I drove her mad with ecstasy—possibly the best damn thing I’d heard her say all day.

  I continued to suck on her clit until she pushed my head off her. “It’s too much.”

  Too much? Ha, she couldn’t have been more wrong. It was never too much, at least not from my perspective. I wanted as much of her as I could get, as much as she would give to me.

  All good things came to an end, this experience being one of them. I unwrapped her legs from around my neck and set them on the mattress, her calves, ankles, and feet hanging over the edge of the bed like dead weight.

  Her eyes flicked open, catching mine. She smiled. “That felt great.” Her heavy eyelids closed.

  It did for me too.

  “I’ll be right back. I’m going to rinse my mouth.”

  I left for the bathroom, where I cleaned myself up. I rested my palm against the countertop, glancing in the mirror and scratching the back of my neck, my thoughts racing a mile a minute.

  I let out a deep breath. I had jumped into the deep end with Drew without a life vest. She kicked up old feelings I hadn’t felt in years, and it scared the living crap out of me.

  12

  Drew

  Oh. My. God. Best oral sex ever.

  My body remained limp on the mattress, my limbs too heavy and exhausted to move.

  Logan entered the room and laid beside me, me flat on my back, him on his side, his hand immediately going to my breasts, caressing and playing with them.

  Not usually the bold type to take charge in the bedroom, I felt a sudden urge to do so. I also felt it only fair to reciprocate his generosity. I flipped onto my side and leaned my palm against his chest. He studied me warily.

  Yup, that’s right, buddy. It’s your turn.

  I pushed him over so he lay flat on the bed. Hope shone in his baby blues. What a lucky day for him. And his erection tented his shorts, so hard for me. Such a morale boost!

  A fit of giggles broke out. I covered my mouth.

  “Laughing at a guy with a hard-on isn’t so good for his ego, babe.”

  “I’m laughing because here I am, butt naked, and you’re still completely dressed.”

  “Exactly how I like it, but I’m game for stripping down with you.”

  He jumped into a seated position and began his strip tease. He made me crazy with his boyishness, so carefree and full of life. I loved that about him. I always had.

  The man had certainly bulked up over the years. I studied the definition of his chest, muscles galore. I licked my lips. The other guys I had been with didn’t hold a candle to Logan.

  He grinned, removing his shorts without an ounce of self-consciousness. And why should he? With a body like his he could be a nude model.

  Come to think of it, I probably should’ve been removing the garments for him, but I preferred watching him do it—so sexy.

  His eyes remained fixed on mine, famine in them. One would think he was about to
receive his very first blowjob. I knew different because I had given him his first one.

  When his boxers came flying off, my breath hitched. Holy cow. He looked good. I mean really good. As in good enough to eat. Haha. I smiled at my inside joke. He eyed me suspiciously.

  Distraction worked wonders to satisfy his curiosity. I climbed on top of him and straddled him. The poor guy probably thought we were about to have sex. Nope. My heart wasn’t exactly prepared for that kind of an intimate connection with him.

  Leaning forward, I outlined his lips with my tongue. He closed his eyes and brushed his fingers over my back ever so gently. I thought he might be aggressive, but no. He acted tender and loving in his touch. My heart became a pile of mush, all of it belonging to him.

  Our lips met, our tongues desperate to find the other.

  He slid his hand into my hair and removed the ponytail holder, allowing my hair to fall loose, onto his face. He brushed it aside.

  My hands rested against his chest. I ended the kiss and nipped my way across his neck, up to the delicate skin of his earlobe.

  He grunted in satisfaction, stroking every part of me, sending bolts of electricity to my core. And here I thought I was already past the point of exhilaration. What a head rush to feel so cherished. Even if only temporarily.

  Moving down his chest, I kissed one nipple, then the other, exploring his six-pack with my hands and tongue. Another inch lower had my mouth at the hair slightly above his erection.

  He gathered my hair, fisting it. He had the agony of desire in his steady eye contact. I had to put him out of his misery. And mine.

  Licking my lips to lubricate them started the fun. I brought them over his tip, relishing every drop of salty fluid oozing out with the knowledge I made him feel this aroused. He tasted divine, delicious, every square inch of him a delicacy in itself.

  Hollowing my cheeks, I took in as much of him as I could, wrapping my hand around his width, pumping up and down in synchronized movements with my mouth.

  Logan pressed my head lower, indicating he wanted me to take him deeper.

  My hands and lips worked together in unison, his girth and length huge. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me. The thought alone had me gyrating against his legs.