“Here,” Emily said while holding the bottle out to him. “He’s a hungry little man. If you don’t get to him at this stage, he will be screaming and frantic for food as if he gets starved regularly.” She’d had hundreds of feedings with Jackson, so she wouldn’t dare try to steal this moment from Logan.
Logan’s gaze met hers, and she again felt the connection between them light up the room as if a star had gone supernova. His fingers touched hers as he took the bottle, and it was as if a lightning rod of need shot through her.
Geez, Em, don’t strip and beg Logan for sex with Jackson here wanting food. When had she turned into such a sex fiend? She’d not been aroused once since she’d left North Carolina. Not one man had even turned her head. She’d begun to believe that part of her broke, but it was alive and burning now. It was taking every bit of her control to not touch Logan as he passed the bottle’s nipple over Jackson’s lips.
As if he was starving, Jackson opened his mouth wide for the bottle as soon as Logan lowered the nipple closer to his mouth, and with his hands fisted tightly, Jackson sucked eagerly. Jackson’s gaze locked onto Logan’s as he ate, and Emily could almost see the bond forming between father and son. She wondered if he felt that overwhelming love consume him as she had after Jackson was born.
Time seemed to stand still, but when Emily looked up at the clock, almost an hour had passed. Jackson had finished his bottle, burped, and now slept peacefully in Logan’s arms.
“Here, take Jackson for a second.” Logan handed her Jackson without disturbing him, and he went into another of the rooms. He returned with a blue duffle bag and pulled out a portable crib much like the one Emily had for Jackson.
Emily’s eyebrows lifted as she smiled at him. “Do you often have surprise babies here?”
“It’s not uncommon for a visitor or two to have a pu—a kid. We keep a few things on hand.”
It went together easily, and within moments, Logan had it together and the soft padding in place. He walked it into a small room with two twin-size beds in it. Emily laid Jackson down, and then covered him with his blue blanket.
Logan dimmed the lights to Jackson’s room just enough that they could see without bothering him. They were also bright enough that Emily could see the hunger burning in Logan’s eyes. She took a step back, and then another as Logan stalked her like a predator that was about to devour its prey.
This is what a frightened rabbit felt like when a hungry predator stalked it. Her heart beat frantically in her chest, but not in fear, not totally anyways. She’d always been a little frightened of Logan. He had a dark side to him that she could feel, and he kept secrets.
“Logan?” Emily felt the wall and knew she was trapped. The same warped part of her that had loved this a year ago flared to life once again. Her desire ramped up at the thought of being helpless. She backed out of the bedroom and into the hallway of their suite in the lodge.
With a thud, Emily hit the wall and Logan braced his hands on either side of her head. “You have some explaining to do, pet.”
Cream coated her pussy at Logan’s name for her when he planned to play. Confusion made her frown. She’d just walked in and told him he had a son, without telling him, and he wanted to play?
“Do you mean custody arrangements?” she asked breathlessly.
Logan never broke eye contact with her as he slowly shook his head. “We are going to discuss why you ran, without telling me you were pregnant.”
Emily licked her lips and broke eye contact. Her hands were sweating as she rubbed them up and down her jeans. With a shaking hand, she moved some stray hair behind her ear.
“I,” she stuttered and winced at how high-pitched her voice was. Logan was too close, and she wanted him too much to think clearly. “I wasn’t thinking.”
Logan’s predatory grin widened. Oh shit. I expected anger and yelling, not Logan wanting to eat me alive.
“Oh yes, I am angry, but not for the reasons you are assuming, and yes, I plan to eat you, pet.”
Emily’s eyes widened even farther. She’d said that out loud? “I didn’t mean to say that.” Her stomach fluttered as if butterflies were fluttering and her muscles quivered. Was it nervousness over Logan finding out about Jackson, or what Logan did to her? His eyes were brown, but she could get lost in their milk-chocolate depths. She thought for a split second that she saw a flash of yellow in his eyes. She blinked and his eyes were normal again, and she resisted the urge to shake her head. Logan had her so ramped up on sex hormones she saw strange things when she was with him.
“I know, “Logan said as he tilted his head to the side. “You tend to blurt things when you’re nervous.”
Logan’s finger moved over to her neck and traced her sensitive skin. She felt goose bumps rise where his touch left a burning path on her soft flesh. His face slowly lowered to hers, and she felt herself falling crazy in love with him again. The second his lips caressed hers, she closed her eyes and let her hands raise around his neck. His button-up shirt was soft, and he smelled of woods, soap, and man.
Emily moaned as Logan deepened the kiss and his tongue swept inside her mouth. His tongue teased her as it explored, and she felt like a helpless deer caught by a predator, which turned her on even more. Logan may devour her, but he’d never hurt her.
Logan lifted his head, and he pulled her arms from around his neck. He placed them over her head and imprisoned her there on the wall.
“Why did you leave, Emily?”
Trapped and feeling completely vulnerable, Emily shook her head. It wasn’t fair that Logan held so much of himself apart from her, but he opened her up and read her like a book.
“Is that how you want to play this, then, pet?” Logan’s eyes flared to life, and Emily knew she was in for it now. She bit her lower lip and moved her gaze to the bedroom where Jackson slept. Please wake up. Jackson slept peacefully on as Logan’s grip shifted so both of her hands were imprisoned by one of his.
Logan pulled a wicked-looking knife out of his belt and held it up. “I hope this isn’t one of your favorite shirts.”
“No,” Emily said with a shake of her head. She couldn’t take her eyes off Logan’s face. He was here, really here. This wasn’t a dream this time, and she felt like she was whole once again.
Logan raised his eyebrow. “No what?”
“No, Master.” Emily nearly laughed, but didn’t dare to poke the dragon in Logan by laughing. She’d been gone a year; she would have thought some of their protocol had eased.
“Good girl.” Logan used the tip of the knife to slip under her T-shirt. Good thing she was wearing an old shirt she really didn’t care for. The tip ran along her skin, and she heard it slicing through the cotton of her shirt. The metal was cold against her, and for a moment, she wondered if he was cutting her skin. Logan wouldn’t ever hurt her though, not physically.
The fabric of Emily’s shirt fluttered to the ground like snow falling from the sky outside, and soon she was left in nothing but her jeans and bra. With a flick of the knife, her bra joined her shirt. Her breathing hitched as she stood before Logan, helpless. What would he think of her breasts now that they were no longer the perky little breasts he’d played with earlier? They were larger now from two months of feeding Jackson.
“I didn’t think you could get any more beautiful, pet, but here you are.” Logan put his knife down and ran his finger along the inside of her jeans. He flicked the button open and worked her zipper down. “Here you are, marked with the evidence of growing my son.” His hands stroked over the stretch marks on her stomach. “I love these. They make you so much more beautiful to me. It’s the evidence of the life we made together.”
Emily shivered at the teasing strokes. She’d never thought much about them. They were just something that happened when a woman had a baby. She’d never imagined Logan would think they made her more beautiful.
“I need to use both of my hands. Don’t move, pet, or I will punish you.” Logan tilted his head to
the side as he waited for her acknowledgment.
“Yes, Master,” Emily agreed. No matter what had happened between them, she couldn’t deny the fact that she wanted Logan. She craved his approval like a drug. She’d do anything if she’d just see that smile light up his face.
“Good girl.” Logan smiled at her and placed a kiss on his forehead. He let go of her hands, and she kept them exactly as he’d been holding them.
Logan pulled her jeans down and patted her ankle. “Lift your leg.”
Emily lifted it for him, and he pulled her jeans free of her legs. He placed them on a table, and his gaze returned to hers. She saw the hunger burning there, and knowing it was her that he wanted sent her own lust soaring.
Logan glanced at his knife and then to her panties, and he grinned. “Do not move.”
Emily couldn’t move if she wanted to. She feared that wicked-looking knife, but more than that, she feared disappointing Logan. They had a lot to talk about and it seemed as though both of them had been hurt, but for now they’d do what they both did best: play.
The knife slid under the elastic of her panties and they fell away, and she stood before Logan completely naked. She closed her eyes, knowing what he was doing. He was stripping her down in the flesh so he could work on her heart as well. He wanted her to bare her soul to him, but she couldn’t expose herself. She’d obey him as much as she could, but she wouldn’t get her heart broken again.
Logan grinned at her and pressed his nose right into the V at the junction of her thighs. She shivered as she fisted her hands.
“Logan,” she moaned.
Logan gripped the inside of her thighs and spread them apart, and then he spread her pussy open. His lips latched onto her, and he moved his tongue over her clit. It wasn’t any kind of gentle teasing, but a hard, forceful stroke.
Emily’s muscles twitched as her body raced toward orgasm. “Logan,” she screamed as the white-hot inferno engulfed her. She fell over the waterfall and into bliss as Logan’s hands dug into her thighs.
Logan picked Emily up, and she wrapped her arms around him. This suite inside their lodge was large. Two bedrooms that she’d seen so far, and she was thankful they had privacy from the others here.
God, she loved him just as much as she did the night she’d slipped and told him, but she’d ruined everything by saying it out loud. Logan put her on a bed in another room, and she smiled up at him. It was going to be okay. It seemed that Logan had softened over the last year. The old Logan would have pushed farther.
When she opened her eyes, she saw the intensity of his gaze and she froze. Oh shit, Emily thought as his burning gaze held hers. She knew this wasn’t over yet.
Logan’s sinister smile split his face. “I would hate for your screams to wake our son, pet.”
Emily’s eyes widened and she opened her mouth, but only a whimper escaped. Her screams? What did he have planned? Fear raced up her spine and made her heart pound.
A plastic zip tie wrapped around her wrist, and she looked from her arm to Logan. Where had he gotten zip ties from? He repeated the steps with her other arm and attached them with another set and secured her hands above her head.
“How do you feel?”
“Okay, Master.” Scared. I don’t want to expose myself to you and have you reject me again.
“Good. What is your safe word?”
“Red, Master.”
“Good.” Logan pulled some belts out of the closet and wrapped them around her ankles. He bent her knees, pulled her legs up, and spread them far apart. Cool air hit her wet and overheated pussy. He used more zip ties to secure her in place, and she tried the restraints and found she was secured with her pussy fully exposed and her legs tied up and out of the way of anything he wanted to do.
Logan watched her reaction and then smiled. “I am giving you another chance. Tell me why you ran. Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?”
“Fuck you…Master,” Emily said, feeling a bit better. She watched the emotions play across Logan’s face, and she knew she was in deep shit.
“No, pet. It is going to be me fucking you. Over and over. There is nothing you can do to stop me. I will have my way with you. I am going to hurt you and make you come.” To emphasize his words, he shoved two fingers into her and found her G spot.
That was so unfair that he knew all her sensitive places. Emily tried to ignore Logan, but her back arched and she panted. Logan usually used soft, gentle strokes to bring her orgasm, but he watched her face intently as he used quick, hard movements to stroke her G-spot and clit at the same time.
“Logan. Oh my god,” Emily screamed as she tried to move away from him. It was too much, and her orgasm was cascading over her so hard she found it hard to think. She thought she may break in two as her back arched with the pulsating pleasure emanating from her pussy.
Logan reached over and kissed her forehead. “Again,” he whispered.
Nooo. A long whine sounded in her head as Logan lowered his face to her clit and sucked her oversensitive bud into his mouth. He worked one of his digits into her back entrance and her nerves fired with renewed intensity. It only took a few moments of sucking and his finger stroking her in the ass before she was writing on the bed.
Logan got up and walked over to the bathroom in the bedroom suite. He washed his hands thoroughly, while watching her. Emily tried to keep her breathing under control. He pulled another belt out, and she knew he was going to add pain.
“Logan.” Emily shook her head. It wasn’t fair to drive her out of her head.
“This is your choice, not mine.” Logan raised his hand, and the belt came down on the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. It didn’t hurt as much as it was loud. He struck the other one and gradually added strength until Emily was trying to raise her hips to meet the hits.
The belt moved closer and closer to her pussy, and Emily felt close to coming again. Logan used his thumb to rub over her engorged clit as he continued to strike her thighs. He crisscrossed the pattern, and Emily went over. As she screamed yet another orgasm, Logan continued to hit her, which kept the pulsating pleasure lasting.
When it ended, Emily groaned. Her body was coated in sweat and her muscles shook. Just tell him… No! The bastard was the one who shut her out first. She had every right to leave.
Logan’s strong fingers stroked over her clit once again, and he leaned forward and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Her body tensed and her back arched.
“No more,” Emily whimpered.
“Do you need to say your safe word?”
Say her safe word and have Logan stop and probably leave her again? No! Now that she had him near, she couldn’t lose him again.
“No, Master.”
“Well, then, we go on.” He picked up the belt and struck her already sensitive thighs.
Emily screamed as her body was ready to go off again.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant? Why did you just leave?
Emily clenched her eyes closed and shook her head as tears flowed. She heard the rustle of clothing before the mattress sank in between her spread legs, and the head of his cock pressed against her soaked pussy.
“What is your safe word?”
“Red,” she whispered. Oh please fuck me, Master. Make me forget how awful the last year has been without you.
Logan thrust into her, and she gasped. She hadn’t had sex since their last time together, and her channel stung as it stretched. He pulled out nearly to the end of his cock and moved his thumb to stroke her clit as he shoved back into her. He braced himself with one arm and drove into her hard as he stroked her clit.
“Come, pet.”
On command, her pussy clenched around Logan’s cock. Her throat was dry from all her screaming, and she was sure she’d dug her nails into her palms.
The haze lifted, and Logan resumed stroking her clit. She almost went off, and he stopped stroking her to slap her thigh. Emily shook her head as the light feeling settled in. A
fog descended over her as another orgasm swept over her.
“Tell me. Why did you leave when you were pregnant, without telling me?”
“You’d already pulled away from me. I tried texting and calling you, and you ignored me.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me this before? Why did I have to torture you like this?”
“Last time I told you how I feel, you pulled away from me.”
Logan gripped her hips hard and pounded into her until he groaned out his own release. He got up and went to the other room to get his knife and cut her loose, and then went into the bathroom and got her a warm washcloth. When he came back, he was tender as pulled her to him for a moment before he gently rubbed the warm washcloth over her sweaty skin.
“I can’t take back what has already been done, Em. All I can do is say how sorry I am. If I had known you were pregnant, I would have taken care of you. I was pulling away from my own fears. It had nothing to do with not loving you.”
“I’m sorry, too,” Emily said. Tears pricked her eyes at what could have been. Had she had a massive misunderstanding and lived in loneliness for the last year for nothing? Gram, Matt, and Logan had not reacted all like she’d spent the last year fearing they would. No one had called her a screw-up and tossed her and Jackson out. She’d seen their disappointment, but it seemed aimed at the fact that she hadn’t involved them in her pregnancy and childbirth.
Emily frowned as the thought hit her. What if Matt hadn’t told her something huge and had just run off without a word? Would she be upset? She knew the answer before she even finished asking the question. Yes. She’d feel hurt that he didn’t come to her, and she’d done that to everyone. She raised her face and kissed Logan’s cheek.
“I’m really sorry, Logan. I should have never just taken off like that.”
Logan smiled down at her, and she could see his forgiveness shining in his eyes. “We both made mistakes, pet. All we can do is learn from our mistakes and try to do better.”
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