Break (Lakefield Book 3)

by Jennifer Vester

  Chapter Sixteen

  He climbed in the Jeep after helping me into my seat but didn’t say much. He drove and smugly smiled to himself as he took us home slowly.

  He helped me out of the Jeep again, this time he circled his arms around my waist, slid me forward then lifted me under both legs. I was wrapped around his waist, hanging on to his neck, as he carried me to the porch. Every stride he took reminded me of what this man had made me feel like when we had sex.

  He set me on the porch then smirked and turned back to the Jeep to get our books.

  I bit my lip and unlocked the door to the cabin for him when he returned.

  He set my bag beside the couch, took off his shoes and went upstairs with his books.

  Bells was on the side of the couch sleeping. I ran my fingers over her head and she stirred for a minute then fell back asleep. I took off my shoes and laid them by the door.

  I could hear Logan upstairs walking around so I grabbed my bag and went to my bedroom. Might not be a good idea to explore that too soon.

  My coat was a little wet with a dusting of snow on it. I took it off and hung it up on a peg on the wall. Logan’s footfalls came down the stairs and I could hear him go into the kitchen. It was strange after living alone for so long, to hear the sound of another person moving around in the house.

  I partially closed the door and gathered up some laundry on the floor. No need to have him seeing my panties all over the place. Not that he was invited into my bedroom but still.

  My door creaked as it opened.

  Logan leaned against the door frame and looked around the room. His body took up most of the open door.

  “Would you like something to eat?” he asked.

  “Uhm, not right now. I was just going to do some laundry.”

  His eyes landed on the mirror in the room. “Hmm.”

  He walked over to me and slid an arm around my shoulders while his other hand cupped my jaw. His lips brushed against mine.

  My brain shut off and I closed my eyes. As much as I wanted to resist him my body ached for his touch. He gently pulled down on my chin and opened my mouth. His tongue invaded slowly.

  My body was heated from his attention. His hands moved down my sides to cup my ass and he lifted me up. He laid me back on the bed and followed me down to rest between my legs. He turned us so that my head lay against the pillow.

  “Kaitlyn,” he whispered. “Tell me you still want me.”

  “I—I don’t know what I want Logan. You hurt me.”

  He laid his head on my chest. “I know. I fucked up. You’re mine though and I’m going to stay here until you’re convinced. You’ll forgive me eventually. Look over at the mirror.”

  I looked over and saw myself laying underneath Logan’s huge body.

  “Do you want to watch me please you?”

  I blinked several times. Oh gawd. My back arched involuntarily.

  Logan growled. “I think you do. I want to watch it.”

  He pressed his crotch into me and I gasped. I was wet for him instantly with just that small movement.

  He turned my jaw back to him. “I know you haven’t been with anyone else Kaitlyn. You’re just not that type of person. So, if we do this, it might hurt a little again.”

  It was a decision like the book I had purchased. Now or later, I knew I would be back in his arms. It was inevitable. I still loved him. But he was going to have to learn to trust in me too.

  I nodded “I want you Logan.”

  He growled and shoved my shirt above my head quickly. “Thank fuck. You drive me crazy Kaitlyn. I’m hard every time I see you.”

  “Take off your shirt Logan.”

  He stiffened and stopped moving. He laid his forehead on my chest. “Baby, I don’t know if I can do that.”

  I ran my hands down his ribs to the end of his shirt and lifted.

  He shifted so that he was looking down at me with both arms locked on either side of my head. My legs were still wrapped around him. I sat up a little and unhooked my bra, laying my breasts out bare before him. His eyes raked over them and he pressed his hips into me again.

  I looked up at him. “Logan, I want to feel your skin against mine. If you want to really be with me, then no more hiding your back. Otherwise, I’m not doing this with you. Any of it.”

  He frowned, leaned back, and lifted the end of his shirt over his head. His chest came into view. He was magnificent. Every muscle could be clearly seen and it was even more defined than the last time I had seen it. His pecks were hard and he had muscles on top of muscles. His shoulders were broad and shaped. He clearly took his workouts seriously.

  I noticed some puckered skin on his arms and began to understand why he was nervous. I hadn’t noticed it that last time I had looked upon him. I had either ignored it or just hadn’t paid attention. It did look different from the smooth skin on his chest but it wasn’t distracting from the man I knew in front of me. I sat up and got up on my knees in front of him. He hadn’t said a word and was watching me carefully.

  I got an idea and smiled at him. “Look at the mirror.”

  He arched his brow and did as I told him.

  I kissed one of his pecks and he jerked. I ran my tongue along his nipple and sucked at it. One of his hands moved down my back while the other grabbed my hair.

  I ventured further up his body and kissed along his neck. My hands were against his ribs and I slid them down to unbutton his jeans.

  His hand stopped me and he backed off the bed.

  I looked at him confused.

  He ran a hand down his face and dropped his pants. He had elected not to wear his briefs and his hard cock sprang forth. I had forgotten how big it was in person and I tried not to stare. Pictures did nothing to capture the size.

  His face was blank as he looked at me one last time before turning around.

  Logan’s upper back was a mesh of interlaced skin. Some of it looked white and other parts looked red. It looked like some of it was fused together and yet some spots were perfectly untouched.

  His head was slumped forward and he had his face in his hands. I could see he was breathing fast. Possibly panicking at showing me.

  I could understand. My birthmark had held me back from things because of my shyness about it for years. I had been just as panicked about showing it to this beautiful man. Worried about the judgement, the rejection, and the hurt that came with it. Some people were so ugly about anything that wasn’t perfect or up to their standards of attraction.

  This might have been embarrassing for him, but I suspected it was more that he thought I would be horrified. Like his idiot ex-girlfriend, who couldn’t see past the skin in front of her. Couldn’t see the real him.

  He was flawed, imperfect, but he was also a man worthy of love.

  I stood up from the bed, removing my pants and panties. My arms slipped around his bare waist and I laid my cheek against him. He removed his hands from his face and rubbed them over mine.

  “Logan, you’re a beautiful man.”

  “You’re just saying that because we’re both naked.”

  I pulled back from him, turned around and grabbed my panties. “If you don’t believe me then I’m getting dressed. Maybe if I tell you while clothed then you’ll believe me.”

  He turned around quickly and I suddenly found myself laid out across the bed with him between my legs.

  “Hell no. You’re not going anywhere for the next hour, possibly six.”

  I looked at him a little alarmed. “Can we go for that long?”

  He chuckled and started nibbling at my neck. “Thank you, Kaitlyn.”

  My hands reached up to play with the hair at the back of his neck. “For what?”

  “For being you.”

  I shrugged. “Can we try something?”

  He was licking a slow trail down my chest to my breasts. One of his hands snaked between us and started rubbing at my clit. I closed my eyes and let out a whimper.

  “Watch in th
e mirror baby. I think you’ll like it.”

  My head turned to look at our reflection. It was hot and like watching a movie but I was feeling everything he did to me. His mouth descended on my nipple and I cried out. I watched as he did it and he watched me in the mirror as well. The feeling was overwhelming and I pressed my hips against him.

  He smiled and winked as he licked me. “What is it you want to try?”

  I barely knew my name at the moment, much less what I had been thinking. I looked away from the mirror and closed my eyes.

  “I want to try, uhm, pleasing you.”

  “Hmm, you please me already.” He said between sucking at my hardened nipple. “I’m never going to get enough of your tits.”

  He licked down underneath one and nipped at it. I jerked against him and let out a sharp gasp. Grabbing one of my hands he moved it up to my other breast.

  “Rub it,” he told me. “And look in the mirror.”

  My eyes opened again and I glanced over. I was rubbing myself as he licked, sucked and bit me. His eyes were watching my hand in the mirror.

  “What did you want to try Kaitlyn? Do you want me to lick you somewhere else? I’d be more than happy to taste you. I think you’re dripping by now.”

  He tested his theory and pushed a finger into me then groaned. His head raised up and he had a hungry look on his face.

  I made a cooing sound and licked my lips. “No, I mean like a blowjob. I’m curious.”

  His face was visibly shocked and he swallowed hard. “Fuck. My Kaitlyn wants to please me. Jesus, can you get any better?”

  “Huh?”

  He growled. “Yes, but when I say stop, you have to immediately.”

  I nodded.

  He moved back off the bed and stood at the edge with his hand around the base of his cock. He was stroking it slowly.

  “Come here Kaitlyn.”

  I did as he asked and sat on the edge of the bed. I reached out with my hand and looked at him when my fingers curled around him. His jaw clenched, but he kept looking at me. He put his hand on the back of my head and nudged me forward. My mouth opened and I took him in and sucked.

  He let out a deep moan. “Fuck. I’ve had this fantasy for months.”

  I licked at the end of him and my hand started to move a little up and down his shaft. My mouth opened wider and I took him deep in to it, sucking as I went. I repeated the action and each time Logan grunted.

  I liked how I was making him feel and I could tell he was enjoying it. Experimenting, my other hand slid up between his legs and started massaging his balls.

  He pressed his hips slightly into me and his cock slid deeper. “Ahh gawd. Stop Kaitlyn. I can’t. This is too much.”

  I pulled back my mouth and frowned up at him. He gave me a sideways look. His eyes looked half crazed. He pulled me up, turned me around to face the bed, and bent me over at the waist. My hands went out to balance myself.

  “Watch the mirror.”

  I glanced over at it and saw the two of us. His hand slipped over the backside of my rear and went between my legs. He inserted a finger into me and groaned. I knew I was wet. I had been since the bookstore and I definitely was now.

  He looked over in the mirror and smirked. He grabbed my hips and pressed himself into me on a moan. I could feel the head of his cock slide past my opening and go deep. Every inch felt like it was burning with heat. My eyes closed briefly and I let out a deep whimper. It didn’t hurt like the first time. It was just tight and he was large but there was no pain. Only him.

  “Kate, mirror.”

  I opened my eyes and watched him as he began to move in me. His pelvis made small thrusts in and out while I could feel his cock penetrating deep inside of me. He watched my face as I watched him. He picked a new rhythm and began pulling farther out and then in again.

  I was moaning and gasping in time with his thrusts. Watching him fuck me was incredibly hot. The look on his face was possessive. He looked down to watch himself enter me repeatedly then looked back at the mirror.

  My legs started to feel tingly and my hips were pushing against him.

  “Does that feel good Kaitlyn?”

  I nodded as the heat built within me and I could feel myself clamping down on him.

  He began grinding into me with each hard thrust.

  I could hear our bodies clapping together. He groaned and slid his hand down to my clit. He flicked it twice and I could feel the heat in my body building to a climax.

  “Logan!” I screamed out, when the orgasm took me. My pelvis squeezed at him and my back arched up to meet his strokes.

  His grip on my hips was nearly painful. He thrust deeply two more times and groaned. I could feel the heat of his cum spreading in me.

  We both stayed in the same place for a minute, neither one of us wanting to move. Then he gently eased out of me and I crawled up the bed to lay face down. I felt his hands move me and roll me over to face him.

  I put my face into his chest and inhaled deeply. I had missed his cologne.

  He squeezed me up against him and put his face into my hair. “Did you like watching?”

  I nodded. “Yes, I did.”

  He made a noise deep in his chest. “Good, I’m going to get a mirror for every side of the bed. So, no matter where I take you, I can watch you come.”

  “You’re a very visual person.”

  “Yes, in some ways. It turns me on to send you pictures and make you blush. It turns me on to watch you get hot and bothered when I touch you. The mirror just heightens the excitement for me.”

  “I could please you in front of a mirror sometime.”

  “Fuck, Kate. You’re going to kill me.”

  “I love you,” I whispered.

  He got still for a second then started rubbing my back. “I know, sweetheart. I didn’t know it until you went away but I know it now.”

  I raised my head up to look at him. “Logan, I have to tell you something.”

  He squeezed me again and said, “I have something to tell you too.”

  “Uhm, you first.”

  He thought for a moment. “It can wait for a bit. I want to ask you something but not right now. What did you want to tell me?”

  I frowned. “Well, I don’t know what to say.”

  He kissed the side of my face. “Just say it.”

  “I’m pregnant.”

  He chuckled. “I was wondering when you were going to say something.”

  I frowned at him. “How did you know?”

  “Let’s see, morning sickness, general grouchiness, Brock’s been monitoring your phone, and Andi let it get out around the clinic. Brock called while I was in the office waiting for you and I got a text while in the bookstore from someone at the clinic.”

  I blanched. “Geez, word gets around fast I guess. I just found out yesterday. I wasn’t sure what I was going to tell you. I’m sorry, it’s probably not exactly what you wanted.”

  “On the contrary, I’m very happy about it. I just bought ten books on parenting and you should start eating. You’re tiny. My kid will probably be gigantic. I don’t even want to think about it. I guess that makes you right about two and half months or three?”

  “Eight to ten weeks. Logan, I don’t know anything about having babies much less taking care of them.”

  He raised my chin up to kiss me. “That’s why you have me around. We’ll figure it out together.”

  “Okay,” I whispered.

  He hadn’t said he loved me and he hadn’t said he would be around forever but I was okay with him being here now. It felt good that he was happy about it regardless. He might change his mind later but today I was going to focus on just this moment.

  I yawned and fell asleep curled into him.

  Chapter Seventeen

  I rolled over and found Logan missing from bed. I had no idea how long I had slept. I got up, dressed and went toward the living room. I found him and Bells on the couch. He was reading a pregnancy book and Bells was avi
dly looking over his shoulder.

  “Bells he’s going to cry all night and you’re getting thrown outside if you scratch him.”

  I walked in and put my hands on my hips. “Who said we’re having a boy?”

  “It’ll be a boy,” he said, as he hungrily looked me over. “A tall good-looking guy like his dad. Plus, I have like super-sperm if I got you pregnant that quick. Kid will probably have super powers, lift cars and wear a cape.”

  Bells looked at me and meowed. Apparently, she agreed.

  I rolled my eyes. “What if it’s a girl?”

  “God no. I don’t think I can handle a duplicate of you. I’ll have to pay Holden for an armed escort to sit with her at school.”

  I laughed. “Why?”

  He looked up at me. “Because she’ll be beautiful like her mom and I’ll have to kill any guy that gets near her.”

  “I think she’ll be okay for a few years in school on her own.”

  He frowned. “We’re having a boy otherwise she’s getting shipped off to an all girl’s school and she’s joining a nunnery.”

  “Oh Logan!”

  “Look sweetheart, I plan on keeping you pregnant for the next few years. So just give me what I want. Boys.”

  “Years?”

  He smirked and looked at me hungrily. “If you weren’t already pregnant my plan was to screw you until you got pregnant. You would have been tied down to the bed for the entire week until it took hold.”

  I gasped. “WHAT?”

  He went back to his book. “One way or the other I was going to make this work.”

  “So, you came up here thinking I would just fall in bed with you and then have your baby?!”

  He nodded and flipped a page. “That was the plan. Say sorry, fuck you until you couldn’t stand, and get you pregnant. That way you couldn’t ever leave again.”

  “I could still leave Logan.”

  He turned his head and his eyes blazed into me. “You’re mine. You’re not going anywhere ever again. If Brock or anyone else so much as looks at you, I’ll shoot them.”

  “Brock’s just a friend. Aiden and Holden are your best friend’s and I barely know Cade. You couldn’t have just expected me to forgive you and sleep with you. Surely you realize that.”