We said our goodbyes and exited the restaurant into the cool night.
CHAPTER 19
AUBREY
Lesson learned: Don't test Logan's limits if you want to win.
I got the idea to not wear panties moments before he picked me up, thinking it would be nothing more than impulsive and sexy.
Had I known he'd get inside me and nearly make me come in a crowded restaurant filled with Napa's elite class, I never would have done it. The thought horrified and embarrassed me. I could be naughty, but not that naughty.
But I didn't expect to be so absurdly turned on while he did it. I thought I'd be too horrified to enjoy it at all. But the fact that he controlled not only me, but the entire situation, had me dripping.
I realized in the car ride to his place that every time I challenged him, he would challenge me right back. And win. He took my attempt to fluster him and flipped it on its head. He made me squirm and beg for mercy while literally in the palm of his hand.
Just knowing that he could make me submit to him completely with one flick of his wrist got me wetter and needier for him than I could believe.
He drove us in silence out of the city and up the winding road into the hills overlooking the San Francisco bay area.
It wasn't an awkward silence but the tension in the was thick and electric. He kept his sharp blue eyes trained on the road with both hands firmly on the wheel. I ached for his hands on me and inside me again, but the stiff bulge in his pants gave proof of what he wanted too.
I yearned to touch him and tease him while he drove. Maybe even take him in my mouth, but after what he did at the restaurant, I thought twice about testing him. For all I knew, he'd be keen on somehow fucking me while still driving.
I rubbed my thighs together, still feeling the slick wetness between them and the desperate need for release in my clit.
"We're here."
I opened my eyes without realizing I'd closed them, lost in the sensations of arousal in my body.
We'd pulled up to a beautiful house that resembled a colonial mansion nestled into the edge of wilderness. Dense green trees and wild shrubs grew right up against the tasteful landscaping of the manicured front lawn.
As Logan walked me to the front door, I saw the rolling fog blanketing over the bridges and twinkling city lights far below. It felt like we were in a castle in the clouds.
"You like being far away from everyone, huh?"
I didn't know what made me ask the question. There was something about Logan's home that made it different from the other mansions in the hills. It seemed even more isolated as if hidden away from civilization as much as possible.
"I like being close to the woods. It reminds me of home."
A uniformed staff person held open the front door for us and nodded his head at Logan.
"Where's home?" I asked as I crossed the threshold into a grand foyer with a glittering marble tile floor and an elegant, wrought-iron winding staircase leading up to the upper levels.
"Somewhere far."
Logan's hand pressed into my lower back as I felt the warmth of his mouth on my ear. "Let me unravel you."
"Please," I whimpered. My core hollowed out and I felt so empty. I'd been waiting for too long. I needed him to fill me again.
"Are you going to be a good girl?" His fingertips trailed from the back of my knee, across the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, to caress my eager, dripping slit.
"Yes," I breathed without hesitation. "I'm yours." I had no idea and didn't care if the doorman was still in the foyer with us, watching me come undone. My body needed Logan like it needed air to breathe.
He grunted a satisfied reply and led me across the vast entryway, his hand still attached to my pussy.
With the push of a button, a section of mural painted on the wall slid open smoothly to reveal a small, sleek elevator.
He had an elevator in his house! If I hadn't been quivering on the edge of climax and drunk on my lust for him, I'd be more in awe of his beautiful mansion. But money has honestly never impressed me. If it did, I wouldn’t have given up cash tips at the end of every night.
The way Logan saw me for who I really was, and turned me from an unfeminine, insecure tomboy into a desperate mess of desire and need? That blew my fucking mind.
Thankfully the elevator ride was a short one. The doors opened up into a modern bedroom suite at least twice the size of my apartment.
A California king-sized bed waited invitingly in the center while the entire right wall was a massive window overlooking the bay.
"Romantic," I breathed, hitching a gasp as I felt the rough stubble of his mouth on the back of my neck.
"Take off your shoes," he commanded as he withdrew his hand from between my legs.
I obeyed, stepping out of the only pair of heels I owned while mourning the pressure of his hand on my vulva.
"Stand at the foot of the bed."
I walked forward toward the massive bed against the far wall, stretching my feet and toes from being shoved into those heels. I heard Logan doing something behind me and stopped myself from turning around to look.
I told him I'd be good. And I loved doing what he told me.
A few seconds later I felt him move my hair over to the front of my shoulder, exposing more of my neck. He brushed the nape of my neck as he pinched the zipper of my dress and slowly pulled it down.
My core heated from the inside out like a furnace. I felt so on edge being unable to see him but feeling every tiniest movement of him behind me.
He pulled the fabric of the dress over my shoulders then down over my hips and ass, letting it pool around my feet.
"God, you are my fucking dream woman, Aubrey," came his voice from several feet behind me, as if he stepped back to look at me. "Lay face down on the bed for me."
I stepped out of the dress and crawled over the luxurious, soft comforter on the bed. Slowly I lowered my belly and chest to the pillowy soft surface. My heart beat like a drum as I turned my face to look out the massive window at the scenery below. Desperate uncertainty filled me as I waited for whatever Logan had in store for me. I still had my bra on but my bare ass stuck out in the air, which only amplified my vulnerability.
What I didn't expect were his hands on my back. Warm and covered in some kind of oil, they began at my shoulders and rubbed firm circles just below my neck.
"Mmm," I said, feeling the tension melt away into relaxation. Brewing gave me all kinds of aches and stiffness that I learned to deal with as part of the job. But somehow Logan saw the stress in my back and shoulders and expertly massaged it away.
"Not what you expected?" I heard the amusement in his voice as he slowly massaged lower, rubbing the scented oil into my skin.
"No, sir," I said into the comforter. "But definitely not unwelcome."
My pulse quickened as he unhooked my bra, my entire backside now completely exposed to him. The bed shifted under his weight as he climbed on to straddle me and I felt his unmistakable naked erection pressing between my ass cheeks.
"Is this more what you expected?" His hands didn't stray from their massage, his thumbs pressing firmly onto either side of my spine.
"Getting warmer," I said barely above a whisper, my upper body melting into the luxuriousness of his touch while my pussy was surely soaking the sheets from having him so close to penetrating me.
Logan chuckled as his hands moved away. I laid completely still, listening intently for what came next: a soft buzzing sound.
"Ahhh," I breathed.
The vibrating massager moved over my back where his hands were moments earlier. It sent my skin tingling with anticipation to my nipples and clit pressed into the sheets. I started to wiggle and squirm. I wanted to flip over and face him, touch him, kiss him. But Logan remained in control.
"Stay still," he commanded, keeping one hand pressed firmly on my back while he moved the massager lower.
"What if I want to massage you?" I protested.
; "Too bad." That seemed to be his favorite phrase that pissed me off.
"I've been good," I whined. "Please let me come, let me touch you."
"Hmm, I suppose good girls should get rewarded."
His hand came down with a hard crack on my ass cheek without warning. I yelped and jumped as the sound echoed off the glass wall.
He shifted off of me and I no longer felt the warm stiffness of his cock on my skin. I gasped as he replaced it with the vibrating massager pressed firmly against the forbidden bud of my asshole.
My head swam drunkenly with desire as his cock teased and rubbed at my slick entrance while the vibrations caressed my entire lower body. All the sensations coming together at once were almost too good, too intense, too forbidden.
When he grabbed my hair and pulled back as he entered me, I came almost instantly and it hit me like a train. It was so intense, it brought tears to my eyes and unintelligible cries in another language escaped my throat.
I swore I came again and again with every one of his powerful thrusts into me. His weight on top of me pressed my clit into the mattress with a delicious, firm, pulsing pressure. The whole week since we made up had been building up to this.
His cock pushed my orgasm to higher and higher plateaus, amplified by the delicious, warm vibrations of the massager pressed against my ass.
He filled and stretched me to the brim as he pounded me with abandon into his mattress until he emptied himself. And then, I could feel him.
His chiseled chest pressed against my back as he collapsed with exhaustion before rolling to his side and taking me in his arms.
Our heartbeats and breathing slowed to matching rhythms as we came down from our highs. I closed my eyes and inhaled his warm, woodsy scent as I nestled my head into the space in his chest.
Both of his arms wrapped protectively around me. I felt small, dainty, and protected while curled up against him.
I closed my eyes and let out a final sigh of utter, complete satisfaction before drifting off to sleep in the arms of the man I loved.
Wait.
Loved?
My eyes shot open as the thought cemented in my brain and drifted over Logan's perfect, sleeping form. And sleepily, I smiled and accepted what was in my heart.
CHAPTER 20
AUBREY
After a blissful weekend with Logan, Andy's message on Monday morning was different than the previous ones.
"So new BF and new boss are one in the same eh?"
My blood ran cold as I typed out my reply. "What are you talking about?"
He replied with a link to an online news article about the Napa beer dinner. In the article was a photo of me and Logan. We were sitting close, looking at each other smiling, but nothing overly intimate. From my expression in the photo, I knew it was taken when Logan had me on the brink of orgasm. Still, no one would know that except for Logan and I.
I typed a long-winded, angry message to Andy, officially done with his bullshit.
"A work event with my new boss doesn't mean I'm dating him. Even if I was, why do you give a fuck? You remind me every day that I'm fat and ugly and you're doing so much better. Hopefully this means you'll finally leave me alone."
"Whatever. Tell your new boss to buy 100 grand worth of shares in my new startup RevPo. Suck his cock, let him fuck your ass, tell him it's the next big thing, do whatever you have to. Just make sure his company invests by the end of the month."
I stared incredulously at my screen as if waiting for the real reason he texted. Because there was no way my asshole ex-boyfriend who sent me gross, insulting messages and pictures of him having sex with other women, would ask, no, tell me to make my boss invest a hundred thousand dollars into his business, right?
Every time I thought Andy couldn't be lesser scum, he proved me wrong.
"You are out of your fucking mind!" I replied, typing with as much fury as I could muster. "After everything you did to me, you think I'll still do favors for you? You're scum and a fucking coward! I'm going to the police with all the disgusting shit you sent me! You'll be sorry you ever fucking harassed me!"
"Have it your way, hun. Everyone on the internet will certainly enjoy these. ;)"
My confusion didn't last long. The first picture he sent made me gasp with shock and horror. The second one brought tears to my eyes. By the fifth picture, I thought I was going to vomit and begged him to stop.
I thought I was going to faint and my heart raced like I was running for my life. How the fuck could he? When could he?
"$100K, not a penny less into RevPo. Or there's plenty more where these came from. Make it happen, sweetheart! :)"
I was in the middle of a brew but felt on the verge of a panic attack and there was no way I could continue. I hurriedly asked Rob to finish up and ran off the brew deck to my only place of comfort and quiet: the barrel room.
I sat on the floor with my head in my hands for I don't know how long, trying to get my thoughts together. Trying to think of a solution.
I had no idea when or how Andy took those pictures of me. He must have done it secretly, the fucking slimeball. I wondered how many of those he sent me over the past few months were taken without the women knowing.
My stomach felt like I swallowed a cement brick. There was no way in hell anyone else could see those pictures. But how was I supposed to convince Logan to invest into his company? We weren’t even officially dating or anything. Even if he did want me to be his girlfriend, I had zero say in what he did with his money.
I shut my eyes as I leaned against one of the barrels. A small gurgle from inside the wooden cask, a bubble of fermentation, sounded as if it were trying to comfort me. But nothing could.
Just when I was about to feel happy, truly happy, Andy had to drag me down kicking and screaming.
I wracked my brain for solutions and answers but each idea popped into oblivion like a balloon. There was nothing I could do. Nothing at all. It was utterly hopeless.
I’d never ask Logan for money. Never in a million years for myself or my pathetic asshole ex-boyfriend.
So Andy would post the pictures online and I’d have to hope and pray that no one I knew ever saw them.
The internet is full of porn and random things. The odds of someone I know seeing them are low.
I tried to tell myself this confidently but it still made me sick that they were out there at all. But as I continued to sit and think of a way out of this hellhole he put me in, nothing came to mind.
“Hey, there you are.”
Logan’s low, sexy voice jerked me out of my fog. I looked up to see him in the doorway of the barrel room, smiling until he saw my face.
“Babe, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I said automatically.
I hated lying to him, but he couldn’t know about this. I’d melt into the floor and die before he knew those pictures of me existed.
Still, his piercing blue gaze looked straight into me and saw the real me retreating into my shell.
He knelt on the floor in front of me, taking my hands in his like he did the first time, and gently pressed his forehead to mine.
“You know, you’re beautiful even when you’re sitting on the floor in the dark surrounded by barrels.”
I smiled and let out a small laugh. Even in my darkest place, he could still reach me and touch my heart. It seemed like his way of saying I didn’t have to talk about it if I didn’t want to, but he’d still be there for me.
“Hey, when’s the last time you went on a vacation?” he asked with a suddenly more lighthearted tone.
“A vacation? Uh, I dunno. It’s been years,” I said. Andy and I sure as hell never went on any vacations. I’ve always been too busy working, and even then, never seemed to make enough extra money to justify it.
“Well, I’ve decided that you work too hard,” Logan said with his signature smirk. “So as your boss, I’m ordering you to take one. As your lover, I’m taking you on a trip with me.”
Lover.
The sound of that word from his lips melted my heart possibly more than the word girlfriend ever would.
“Okay, boss. Where is my lover taking me?”
“I’m taking you home,” he answered with a gentle kiss on my lips. “To the place where I grew up.”
“And where’s that?”
Knowing he was intentionally vague about “home” on Saturday night, I was especially curious. I expected New York’s Upper East Side or maybe somewhere in Hollywood.
“The Big Sky state, babe,” he replied. “Good ol’ Montana.”
If the surprise on my face wasn’t already obvious, it became so when he added, “I want my woman to meet my family.”
CHAPTER 21
AUBREY
The ride to Montana was beautiful in Logan's small, private plane. We flew low and took our time to enjoy the many landscapes and scenery. I wished I could have enjoyed it more, instead of thinking about Andy's message the whole time.
I really should tell him, but…
The thought of him seeing those pictures of me filled me with shame. Even though I didn’t know they existed and never consented to them, guilt ate away at me like acid.
It didn’t surprise me, which was almost worse. I should have known better and broken up with Andy years before he left me. Really, I never should have dated him in the first place.
"Do you think your family will like me?" I asked, trying to distract my destructive thoughts.
Logan smiled as he massaged the back of my neck. "My mother doesn't have an unloving bone in her body. Dad's a strong, silent type but he's dedicated to keeping Mom happy. When they see how happy you make me, you won't have a thing to worry about, babe."
I nodded thoughtfully as I looked out the window. We had just entered Montana airspace and flew over vast acres of forest. Not a town or even a road could be seen on the horizon.
Curiosity filled my head with more questions but I decided to stay quiet and see what unfolded. It was becoming clear to me that Logan's wealth must have been self-made. He couldn't have been born with a golden spoon in his mouth if his family stayed out here. That made me fall for him even more. He probably did know what it was like to live and struggle like an ordinary person. I felt the unspoken gap between us grow smaller and it warmed my heart.
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