by Faith Starr
“Really. Trust me. It’s not that I don’t want to.”
“Then say you’ll come inside.”
I shook my head. “Not tonight.” The words practically had to be ripped out of my mouth because my heart argued against them.
He sighed and glanced down at the rocky path. Poor guy apparently wasn’t used to women saying no to him. My pathetic reality. But I had said no for my good, not his.
Our hands swung between us as we strolled along. A family of four passed us.
“Goodnight, Logan.” The teenage daughter in the family waved at him. “Thanks for playing. It was amazing.”
He acknowledged her with a nod and a slight wave.
“Your fans love you, Mr. Trimble.”
“All of them?” He raised a brow at me.
Wouldn’t he like to know?
Unsure of what to say or do, I giggled at his question. It had caught me off guard.
“You didn’t say no,” he teased.
“Damn. You really have become an egomaniac.”
In response to my comment, he picked me up and swung me around. I held on to him, laughing along with him.
“Do I hear you complaining about my current state of mind, Ms. Sanders?”
“Not at all.” I chuckled.
“Good.”
His lips slammed against mine, the kiss desperate, ravenous. I inched down his body until my feet hit the ground. The rest of me still felt light, as if floating above us. He had a gift for making me feel weightless.
He nudged his growing erection against me and gripped my ass, tugging me closer until we gyrated against each other.
Our tongues went at it as though they couldn’t get enough of each other, our hands feeling the same amount of dire need.
“I’m dying to have you.”
“In time.” I spoke breathlessly.
Our lips went at it again, our heads shifting left, right, any which way to connect our mouths, our tongues.
A whistling sound hummed in the background. I paid it no mind, the sound of Logan’s heavy breaths capturing my attention more.
The whistling got louder. Logan retreated. I blinked, stunned by my public indecency and loss of control to find Brian and some of the other staff guys heading toward us.
“Take it inside. This is a family place, rated G.” Brian chuckled.
Crap. I rubbed the back of my neck and stared at Logan, too embarrassed to confront the guys chortling a few feet in front of us.
“Fuck you.” Logan snaked his arm around my waist and drew me in tight against him. “You’re just jealous.”
“How do you put up with that cocky asshole, Drew?” Brian let out a hearty laugh.
Incapable of speaking, I smiled instead. At least the darkness would hide the redness I knew filled my cheeks.
“Have fun, you two. Maybe we’ll see you in the morning at breakfast. Unless you’re too busy doing other things.”
Brian and the others in his posse snickered, waved goodnight, and continued on their journey.
“Don’t pay him any mind. He’s a great guy.” Logan’s assurance wasn’t necessary. I already sensed that about Brian.
“I’m sure he is.” I inhaled, requiring oxygen. “I can’t believe they saw us behaving so naughty in public.” My hand instinctively covered my mouth in shame.
“Naughty? You mean, kissing? Ooh, we’re such rebels.”
“Fine, Mr. Smartass. Let’s just say it wasn’t rated G.”
“I wouldn’t want it to be, especially with you.”
He took hold of my hand. We continued toward my cabin. He led me up the steps to my door.
“So…” Hint. Hint. He wasn’t subtle.
“So… Until tomorrow, Logan Trimble.”
“You’re really going to leave me out here with a hard-on? I never thought you were the cruel type.”
“I’m not the easy type either.” I feigned innocence.
He cocked his head to the side. “Playing hard to get only makes me want you more.”
“Good. Then tomorrow you shall have more of me.” I stepped up on my tiptoes to reach his cheek, where I planted a soft kiss. “Goodnight. Sweet dreams.”
His mouth fell open. I understood his disappointment. I felt it too but also relished having the upper hand for a change.
Once inside my cabin, I went straight to the bathroom in high gear. I didn’t wait for the shower to heat up either before I tossed my clothes on the floor and stepped inside, the water frigidly cold.
A knocking sound at my front door had me opening one eye. I had no clue of the time, but my body told me it was too early to wake up.
“Who is it?” I dragged my tired butt out of bed.
“Room service.”
I’d recognize Logan’s sultry voice anywhere. My feet suddenly had more pep in them. I picked up my pace and opened the door, grinning, still dressed in my pj’s.
“Good morning, gorgeous.” He perused my body with a devilish smile. “I love the look.”
Bashfully, I covered my chest.
“Don’t do that. Seeing your hard nipples poke through that shirt is fucking hot, babe.” He licked his lips.
I slapped his arm. “Come in.”
“Sure, I’d love to come, preferably in you.”
“Logan,” I admonished.
“What? If I’m being totally honest, I’d love to see a lot more than your perky tits, especially with you standing in front of me all sexy. I brought us breakfast, but I’m suddenly feeling hungry for something else.”
He set the paper plates on the table and picked me up.
“Wait. I have to brush my teeth.” I giggled as he carried me to my bedroom.
“I don’t plan on kissing your mouth, babe.”
“You have such a way with words.”
“I have a good way with my tongue and fingers too. I’m about to show you just how good.”
He dropped me on the bed and dragged my legs toward the end. The man almost ripped my boxers off, his demeanor dominant, hot, and sexy as hell. Heat rushed through me. I clenched the muscles in my pelvic region.
“You left me in a bad state last night. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this magnificent pussy of yours since.”
I had no words, only panted breaths.
His mouth came down hard against me. Insane, but the pleasure was already too much, especially with a full bladder.
“You’re even better than I remembered. Not that I ever forgot how fucking decadent you are.”
He did have a way with words, the kind which made me blush. At least he couldn’t see my flushed face, since his was buried somewhere spectacular.
One of my hands squeezed the comforter. The other fisted a chunk of his hair, encouraging the pace he had going. My moans did as well.
His tongue worked wonders against my clit, cherishing it, sucking on it, flicking it, doing everything in its power to build me up hard and fast.
Mission accomplished.
“Yes, right there!”
His fingers joined the party between my thighs, one or two of them entering me. I met his hand thrust for thrust.
He removed them, fucking me with his tongue instead.
“Ah,” I cried, delicious tension building inside.
“Come for me, Drew.”
With my back arched, my legs wider apart, I opened my eyes to find his closed, fully immersed in what he was doing.
Seeing his head move as he pleasured me and how he pinned my lower half against the mattress as if he couldn’t get enough of me brought me over the edge.
My eyes snapped shut, lightness filled my being, and delightful sensations pulsed underneath his mouth and fingers.
Breathing heavily, my body trembled against the bed. Next thing I knew, something hard and yummy introduced itself to my lips. Like a magician, he had made his shorts vanish and now straddled me, his cock hovering above my face.
“Suck me, baby. I’m so hard for you it hurts.”
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bsp; Yes. Yes. And yes. I brought my hand forward and dragged it up and down his rigid length, using the wetness seeping out from the tip as lubrication.
He stopped my hand. “I want your mouth. Fuck me with your mouth.”
His dirty talk had me scorching in flames. My body still tried to come down from the high, and here he tried and succeeded at bringing it up again.
So he wanted me to fuck him with only my mouth. I could do that. I brought my mouth forward, sampling the slit on his tip. It oozed sexuality as did its owner. I had to agree with him, he too tasted better than I had remembered.
“Ah...” He agreed with my sentiments exactly.
Without him noticing, I snuck my hand in. Or maybe he did, but he didn’t stop it from helping. I wanted to go with the theory he adored my technique too much to give a shit.
Molding my fingers around his wide girth while my mouth took him in made me hungry for more, more of something I couldn’t give him yet, so this would have to suffice.
He watched me suck him off, releasing a heavy breath, his eyelids drifting shut, his head tilting slightly back. He went deeper, slowly withdrawing only to slam into my mouth again. My hand prevented him from hitting my throat even though I wanted all of him.
My free hand drifted up his six-pack abs to his chest. He positioned his hand over mine, keeping it firmly in place. It blew me away how in his rough-and-tough state he still managed to bring sweetness to it, doing my heart in, having it throw in the towel in defeat. He had won me over yet again. Not that he had ever lost me.
His body stilled over mine. He went to pull out of my mouth, but I stopped him and nodded slightly in the hopes he’d understood my silent message, his expression now a question. One I didn’t bother to respond to.
He shot into my mouth, his warm liquid sliding down my throat. I swallowed, allowing the remnants to go down with the rest.
Logan sighed heavily and vacated my mouth. One of the legs he leaned on met the other, and he collapsed onto the bed next to me.
I flopped on my side and placed my hand on his chest. He took it in his, covering it.
“I think I like your idea of room service.”
“I do too.” He closed his eyes, his fingers delicately dancing over the back of my hand.
17
Logan
We showered and dressed. Drew said she wanted to participate in some of the activities offered at the ranch. I hesitantly agreed, selfishly wanting to be alone with her but understood her desire to try out some new things she wouldn’t have the opportunity to do at home.
To my surprise, I had a blast. We ended up following the ranch schedule to a tee. I hadn’t done so in forever and hated to admit how much I missed the fun to be had. It probably had more to do with the fact Drew and I did the activities together.
Once again, when it came time to say goodnight, she left me high and dry, wanting for more. I didn’t get her firm decision to hold out. She had let me do almost everything else to her except the act of making love.
When I thought about it in those terms, I understood her rationale completely.
The following day we did much of the same, going with the ranch guests on a rafting excursion, something Drew had never done but wanted to.
I had to say I got more pleasure watching how much she relished the experience than I did seeing her in a sexy two-piece, one I encouraged her to cover. I didn’t appreciate the other male staffers, husbands, and lesbians checking out her slim, flawless frame. I wanted it for my eyes only. She blew off my suggestion to put on pants and a shirt, denying others viewed her in that light. She obviously didn’t see in herself what the others and I saw.
When we got back to the ranch, we dressed for dinner. Believe it or not, we managed to join the other guests, earning me applause from the entire Addison family and the other staffers in the dining hall. I wanted to tell them all to go fuck themselves, but Susanna and Jack were in the room, so I refrained from doing so.
“You said you occasionally leave the ranch to go into town with Brian and some of the other staff members. Since tonight’s our last night here, do you think they’d mind if we tagged along? That is, if they intend to go out later. I’d love to see the nightlife out here.”
Damn. I wanted our last night to be spent alone together, but I agreed to her terms, wanting her to enjoy herself and the limited time we had left in this beautiful place.
“I’m sure they wouldn’t mind at all. We can talk to Brian after dinner.”
But between those two events—eating and speaking to Brian, I wanted to feed Susanna and Jack’s dogs our leftovers, since we had a lot of them. I asked Drew if she wanted to do the same.
“But of course.”
She picked up our plates, and I led us outside where three dogs lounged on the dock. They jumped up with wagging tails when they noticed we had treats for them.
Drew and I sat on a bench and fed them. The other dogs scattered around the ranch definitely missed out on a gourmet meal. The three guys in front of us snarfed down the food, licking the plates clean.
We cuddled them and gave them love. They sensed Drew as being a dog person. They wouldn’t stop kissing her and begging her to give them belly rubs, which she did.
Since I too loved dogs, I joined in the fun. It was one of the reasons I fed whichever dogs happened to be at the ranch. Susanna and Jack took in rescues. Every summer when I visited, I had new friends to meet.
“I love this big shaggy guy.” Drew giggled, fluffing the hair on his face.
“I think he shares your affection. Maybe I should be jealous.”
“Nah. I’ve got enough to give both of you.”
A warm sensation filled me, one I hadn’t felt in years.
She kissed the top of the dog’s head and stood. “The guys are about to start the bonfire. Should we go speak to Brian to see about later?”
Oh yeah.
We brought our dirty dishes inside the dining hall to be washed, then made our way over to Brian. I pulled him aside so the guests gathered around him wouldn’t be privy to our conversation.
“Hey man, are you going out tonight?”
He nodded. “Yeah. Want to join us? You’re leaving tomorrow, and you still owe me a game of pool. The bar we’re heading to has a few tables.”
“You’re right. I do owe you a game or two, so yes, I’ll join you. Drew’s going to tag along with us.”
He cocked his head to the side. “You know how my parents feel about guests leaving the ranch.”
“Consider her my guest. She goes where I go.”
He peered at Drew, oddly not making a sarcastic comeback. “Fine. But let’s not advertise our excursion. Got it?”
“Got it.” I understood his point loud and clear. Drew nodded affirmatively to indicate she understood as well.
“We’ll head out as soon as we finish with the bonfire. You can either join us or meet up with us at the van after we’re done with the guests.”
“We’ll meet up with you later.” I wasn’t in the mood for another round of family fun. Sure, the sing-along we had engaged in had been entertaining and all, but I wanted to take the little time I had left at the ranch to detach myself from the world around me. Drew had more than changed up this visit. I participated in things I hadn’t done in forever and had to say, it felt pretty fucking awesome.
She and I sought comfort in a hammock nearby while Brian and the other staffers hosted the bonfire.
The two of us lay vertically, side by side, both of us using our feet to rock the hammock back and forth.
“This is nice.” I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it.
“It is. It’s so peaceful and relaxing. If we stay here much longer, I might just fall asleep.”
“Have I tired you out?”
She smiled ear to ear. “You have. It’s been an amazing day. Thanks for taking the rafting trip with me.”
A tingling phenomenon took over my heart, the overflow spilling into my other organs. Wha
t the fuck?
“The day’s not over yet.” I had a hint of flirtation in my tone.
“You’re insatiable.”
“It seems I am. It must be the pheromones you’re emitting making me feel that way.”
“Yeah, right.” She sneered.
“I’m serious. Being around you is giving me a constant hard-on.”
She chortled. “You’re crazy.”
Crazy for her.
“Hey Logan, we’re ready to head out. Let’s go!” Brian called to us, already strolling with the others down the rocky path toward the parked van.
“Are you ready to see how the natives up here party?” I rose from the hammock, making sure to steady it so it wouldn’t toss Drew overboard once it became unbalanced.
“I can’t wait.” She lit up.
We all piled into the van. There were three rows, plenty of room for everybody. Drew and I sat in the middle, her hand in mine during the entire thirty-minute drive. She listened to the animated conversations taking place, me joining in when relevant. I had known most of the guys and gals for years.
The blackness on the road ahead began to light up with signs for the various establishments we passed the closer we got to town.
Brian pulled into a busy parking lot on the outskirts. Drew’s mouth fell open. “Don’t tell me this is a country bar?”
“Yeah, yeah, you don’t have to rub it in,” I teased.
“Now I’m even more excited.”
“I bet I could top your enthusiasm for the country-western thing.” I whispered so others wouldn’t hear me.
She smirked. “I’d love to see you try.”
Ooh, she played hard to get again.
“How would you feel about placing a wager?”
She cocked a brow. “That all depends on how you feel about losing?” She didn’t plan on giving me an inch.
“You know I’m a sore loser, babe. I usually do whatever it takes to win.”
“Bring it on.” She raised her shoulder, smiling, giving me a nice view of her dimples.
“You’ve asked for it now.”
“We’ll see.”
I grinned at her cockiness.
The place hopped for a weeknight. My motto: the more the merrier. And as long as Drew stood or sat next to me, I didn’t care how crowded the place became.
