by V Vee
Before you say no, Miss Leon, I want you to think about how easily I entered your home and left your daughters’ precious dog outside. No one who would have reported me, noticed, and those who did see me won’t say a word. Tonight, it was simply an introduction, but the next time we meet it will be for me to receive your answer.
You will determine if it’s the last “parent-teacher meeting” you ever have.
I will have your receptionist inform you of the time and place.
Sincerely,
Wolfgang
P.S. If you don’t want anything to happen to your children, I suggest you get rid of the Marine. For good. Before something… permanent happens to them.
Fear pulsed through me and I covered my mouth. Someone was after Logan. Someone who was bold enough, and dangerous enough to enter my home and leave a letter threatening my daughters’ life without a blink. I loved Logan, but nothing was more important to me than Noelle and Holly.
I turned to Logan to break things off with him, for the safety of our daughters. To get information. To obtain whatever item it was that he’d stolen…
To break both of our hearts all over again. However, Logan was already shaking his head.
“Don’t you even fucking think about it, Parker. I’m not a coward and neither are you. I will protect you and our daughters. I have people in my life who will do the same. And I don’t care who I have to fight, who I have to kill… I’ve waited years to have you again, Park. I have kids now. I have a goddamn family. There’s no way in hell I’m letting any of you go.”
I stared into his eyes, trying to find a crack of vulnerability, hoping I could get him to relent and give in, but I saw the determination in his gaze. He was serious. And by the clenching of his jaw, I knew that our Christmas plans had changed, it wasn’t going to simply be full of songs, eggnog, and presents. Instead, I had the distinct feeling that Logan had every intention of making the streets of Arlington run red with the blood of the man who dared to threaten his family.
This was so not the present I was hoping to receive this year.
Chapter Eight
Logan, Parker, And The Bed
Parker Leon
2019
That night, after basically clinging to my girls, and even cuddling with Khal Drogo, a dog I’d never wanted, I finally stepped away from their bedroom door, the dog curled up at the foot of Holly’s bed. I knew he’d be in the bed with Noelle in the morning. The dog seemed to be in love with both of my girls and was a fierce protector. I couldn’t blame him. I was the same way.
Their father, of course, had us both beat.
Logan had spent the day calling every guy he’d served in the Marines with who was stateside. He’d barely had to say a word before they each had promised to be there. Coming to help. Coming to shield and protect my daughters and me from whatever nightmare Logan had brought back with him from Iraq.
I should have been furious. I should have put my foot down and demanded that he left my house, but, how could I? Logan was quite literally the man of my dreams. The man I’d thought I could never have again. The only man my heart leapt for.
God, he looked amazing, I thought to myself as I watched him sitting at the kitchen table, pouring over documents and maps with a couple of his friends. I had no idea of what they were doing or where the maps and things led them… even why they needed to be doing it, I just knew Logan looked hot as hell doing it.
“L-Logan,” I stammered breathlessly. Damn it, get it together, Parker.
Logan looked up, his mouth opened to say something, but whatever he saw on my face had his lips turning up into a sexy smirk.
“You need something baby?” he asked me.
I nodded and held out my hand.
“I need you,” I said simply, refusing to go into more detail.
Without a word to his friends, a group of men who’d gone impossibly quiet and still, Logan rose, took my hand, then swung me up into his arms before heading back to my bedroom, closing the door firmly behind us. He pressed me against the cool wood, and I shivered.
I opened my mouth to remind him about the girls, about the danger, but he placed a finger against my lips.
“My boys are here. There’s about five of them surrounding the house. Bunked down in tents, or in different areas of the house, not to mention the two we just left in the kitchen. You and the girls are safe.” He lowered his head and pressed a kiss against the base of my neck.
And when relief flooded my veins, so did pleasure and passion for the man in front of me who was doing everything in his power to make sure his family was okay. It caused my slit to release moisture into the seat of my underwear and I pressed myself as close to him as I could, tugging his head down to mine for the hottest kiss I could deliver.
The time for talking was over. I needed Logan inside of me.
Now.
Logan Steele
2019
I wasn’t sure what had come over Parker, but I wasn’t about to complain. When we both needed to breathe, I lifted my head and stared down at her with what I can only say was a healthy mixture of awe, wonder, lust, and love. My woman was the epitome of Black Girl Magic™. How the hell had I survived a minute, much less years without her? The Marines may have honed and strengthened my body, it may have helped to make me a better, more financially stable man, but it hadn’t made me a smarter one.
“Have I told you lately, just how much you mean to me?” I asked her as I stepped even closer to her, eliminating any space between us, whatsoever.
Parker tilted her head to the side and gave me a shy smile. “Not in the last fifteen minutes.”
I shook my head. “Forgive me. Allow me to rectify that.” I picked her up abruptly, chuckling when she gasped. Turning I walked over to the sliding glass door that led out to the balcony that I’d only discovered that morning and pressed her against it.
Rocking my hips upwards slightly, I let her feel the evidence of my desire for her. I leaned down and licked, sucked, bit, and kissed on the base of her neck, growling as she gasped my name in my ear. My entire body shook with the need to sink into her. With the yearning, the unrelenting urge, to plow into her over and over again until our bodies melted into one another, becoming one being. One entity. One heart and soul.
Parker was my air. She always had been. And as I breathed in the scent of her arousal, as it filled my nose and flooded my lungs, I realized why I’d felt as if I were dying for the past four years.
Because I inhaled for the first time in a long time. And damn. It was good.
Her dark espresso eyes darkened, and dropped to my mouth, my chest, to my thighs where my cock was doing a damn good impression of a steel bar.
“Fuck me Logan,” she breathed.
“Lift up your skirt,” I ordered, so glad she’d changed into her professional attire, even if I’d been annoyed she’d had to leave for a couple of hours earlier that day for work. That skirt gave me access to all the important bits I needed at that moment. Yearning and hunger sank their claws into my gut. It had been about fifteen minutes since the house settled down, and I couldn’t be sure that the girls or even my guys were fully asleep, I knew Kynan and Luca weren’t. No doubt the two of them were still in the kitchen going over our strategy for the next few days, they could hear everything in this bedroom, the walls were just that thin, but this need I had for Parker couldn’t wait. I ached for something to take the edge off, even if I had to get her off then wait another hour to have the entire meal of her body. I was desperate for this appetizer.
The swift catch of her breath reached my ears, and my grip on the balcony door’s steel bar threatened to snap the handle into pieces while I waited to see whether she would obey me or not. As I watched, Parker slowly inched her skirt up. The breath in my lungs deepened as the hem raised higher and higher and higher until it was bunched around her upper thighs. But it still wasn’t enough. “Higher, baby,” I rasped. “And take off your panties. I don’t want anything between m
e and you.”
A moment of hesitation, and then… movement. A lift of her hips from the glass behind her, then her hands skimmed down those thick, dark brown legs. A moment later, more thighs appeared until, fuck, her soft pussy with its dark curls. Air rushed in and out of my chest. Goddamn, she’s beautiful. Even after all these years there was still this… innocence about her, something I found so unbelievably sensual. Lowering a hand from the door, I placed it on left thigh. Stroked my palm over her silken skin. Eased my hand between her legs and slid two fingers into the most beautiful place in all of Heaven and Earth.
Wet heat surrounded my digits, and I groaned at the slick tightness. “Wider,” I demanded—begged. “Spread your legs wider for me, Baby. Let me in.” This time she didn’t pause but parted those thighs for me, giving me more access to her.
I shifted closer a little, pushing harder, deeper. Her cry rings out into the room, filling my ears like the sweetest, fucking lullaby. The sting of her fingernails bit into my arm, but she didn’t shove me away. No, she clung to me. Lifted into my thrust.
“Logan, please.” She whimpered. “Oh God…please.”
Shifting all my attention down, I withdrew my fingers, and my jeans strangle my erection as the physical evidence of her desire glistened on my skin. Starving for another taste of her—because I would never have enough of her in my mouth—I brought them to my mouth, licked and sucked them clean. Her flavor… musky, bold, and sweet. That brief taste only made me hungry for more. I needed to lay her flat, hold her wide open, and drive into her over and over again. Hold her open and eat her until she screamed and came in my mouth, on my cock. She made a sound—a cross between a groan and a sigh—and I looked up to find her eyes on me.
Watching me savor her.
Lust gleamed back at me. I grazed her bottom lip with my damp fingers. Her breath puffed over my damp skin, and I pressed down on her tender flesh, then pushed forward until her tongue wrapped around them…until she was tasting herself and me. It might as well have been my cock she was licking and sucking I shuddered so hard.
I shifted my other hand down from the door to cup and squeeze myself. The fierce ache wrapped itself around my lower back, sizzling in my balls. Sliding my fingers free of her mouth, I lowered my hand back to her pussy and thrust. She keened, her hips bucking, raising into my stroke. One of her small hands clamped onto my forearm and the other, flew out and grabbed the steel bar of the door. Head thrown back, delicate throat arched tight, she ground her pelvis against my hand. Fucking it hard.
There’s not telling how long we had until someone in the house made a noise that caused us to retreat into the shower to enjoy each other’s bodies, but while we had the chance, I was going to wring every moment of pleasure from her that I could. She was going to come for me. I drove into her, burying my thick digits as far as they could go, as hard as that position would allow. But Parker helped me, dancing for me, rolling her hips and meeting every thrust with her own. I pressed the heel of my palm against her clit and rubbed.
Hard.
With a sharp cry, she exploded. Her flesh rippled, seizing me, milking my fingers of every drop of pleasure she could get. I continued to massage that pulsing bundle of nerves, so close to blowing, myself, it would only take one bruising pump to my throbbing length. Her nails bit into my wrist as she held me close, riding me, her serrated gasps a sexy soundtrack that I wanted to make her sing again. Her touch fell away from me, and she relaxed. I pulled free of her hot, wet clasp, slowly.
Arousal raged in me so hot, so wild, I was one living mass of lust and need. I was glad we made it through the appetizer of our passion without being bothered. But next came the entrée and I was determined to get mine. To bust a nut deep inside of her hot, tight pussy, and only death would stop me.
I tunneled my fingers into the tight bun she’d pulled her hair up into, and jerked the strands free, tugging her towards me, uncaring of the hairpins that collided down to the floor. The kiss I gave her is the exact opposite of the one she’d given me the night before. It was wild, ravenous, and sloppy. There was not gentleness. No softness. It was rough. Hard.
Desperate.
I slanted my head and dove into her, our tongues battled, twisted, tangled, sucked. She gripped my hair, her nails scratched my scalp, the little prickles only shoving the fire burning me alive to nuclear.
“I’m coming inside of you tonight,” I growled against her mouth. “Multiple times. I’m going to fuck you hard tonight. Then I’m going to make love to you. If that’s not what you want, then say something now, and I’ll go sleep out in the living room. But if you let me stay here tonight, I’m not leaving this room in the morning until I’ve had you in every way I’ve been fantasizing about for the last few years and I get you pregnant again.”
My hand tightened in her hair. Damn it. I didn’t mean to let that last part slip. I prayed to God she didn’t catch it. Fucking love made you lose your damn mind and control over your mouth. But when Parker simply nodded, I breathed a side of relief. Nothing on her face or in her eyes reflected confusion or even surprise at my words.
Palming her face, I tilted her head back and crashed my mouth to hers. Hunger edged in desperation. As often as my tongue drove between her lips, and as eagerly as she met me, giving me back every stroke, every lick, every moan, it still was not enough. Goddamn. Will it ever be enough? Impatient, I cupped the back of her thighs and hoisted her into the air. Her legs immediately locked around my waist, and I shifted my hands to her ass, groaning as her flesh fills them.
My body trembled when she whimpered.
“Look at you,” I groaned. “You missed me. Didn’t you baby?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she moaned.
I fucking shivered like a little boy. It had been way too long since I’d heard Parker call me “Daddy.” No one had known that Parker and I engaged in a little BDSM play when no one else was around. But hearing those words leave her lips, listening as she called me “Daddy,” I couldn’t resist. I squeezed and molded, spreading her cheeks slightly apart through the thin material of her skirt, before bringing my hand down firmly on her full, thick, round ass. She gasped, jerked her mouth from mine, and stared down at me, arousal and need meshing in her dark eyes.
I could only guess at what she felt. The slight stinging of my smack and the tingling stretch of that tight ring of muscle. I wanted in that tiny hole. Wanted to watch it stretch around my finger, then my cock. Imagining the constriction of that smooth-as-glass passage as I worked her open for me had my chest rising and falling quicker than before. As if I were marching through the desert with my rucksack on my back.
My dick hardened to the point of pain. Seeking to ease some of it, I ground her down on me, rolling her over my length. Her whimper and my grunt mated in the air, melding into one needy sound. One more. Just one more of those teasing strokes. I dragged her over me again, using my grip to circle her skirt-covered flesh over me, bumping the head of my erection against her bare slit, and hauling a hiss from my throat. Yeah, her clothes and mine separated us, but fuck if I couldn’t feel the heat of her sex teasing me. Taunting me. But I would have her body. Have her.
Forever, my inner voice promised.
“Can… can we turn off the light?” Parker stammered out and I stared down at her in confusion.
“What?” I asked, shaking my head. We’d kept the lights off the night before just because I hadn’t thought to turn them on. But she had me all the way fucked up if she thought I wasn’t going to look at every delectable inch of her body in the light as I took her over and over again and made her mine once more.
Parker bit her lip as she looked up at me. “This is ridiculous. I’ve never had any issues with my body. I mean, it’s not like you didn’t know I was a curvy woman before you left. I don’t know why… I-I… I-It’s just that, since the girls…” She trailed off, shaking her head.
I blinked, understanding crashing into me. The hell? She couldn’t possibly have doubts about whet
her I still found her attractive, could she?
God, didn’t she know that to me, she was perfect? Didn’t she know that no one, no woman, could ever compare to her? That she was it for me? No, how could she? I left her, tried to stay away longer, didn’t think about how she would feel, and I’d confessed to her late the night before that I’d slept with other women, while she’d been saving herself, subconsciously, for me to return. Of course she would be uncertain if I still found her attractive, especially after giving birth to our daughters.
But damn, couldn’t she see that I hadn’t been able to conceal my hunger or my dick around her lately?
“You have that backward,” I said into the silence. Her gaze jerked from the wall behind me to my face. “None of those women were you, you are the only one I want. The only one I’ve ever wanted. No one could replace you, and no one will ever be as beautiful to me as you.”
Her lips parted, and she stared at me for several long seconds. A softness entered her eyes, and slowly, she lowered her arms as a light entered her gaze and a teasing smile came to her lips.
“Not even Gabrielle Union?” She teased.
She knew Gabrielle Union was my weakness but as I compared my celebrity crush with the woman who stood in front of me who looked just a bit like her—totally a coincidence, that—I knew there was absolutely no competition. There never was when it came down to Parker and other women.
I shook my head. “Not even Gabby Union.”
The big grin that came to her face, the final sigh of relief… signals of trust, of vulnerability, they refueled the need inside me. The need to get my hands, mouth, dick on and in her.
“Take off your clothes,” I ordered, not bothering to tone down the harshness in the command. By now, she remembered who she’d invited into her bedroom, into her body. I’d never been a gentleman or poet. I was a rough, half-civilized Marine, who came from nothing, scrapped and fought for everything I had in my life, including her, with zero pretty words. Her response was to peel her shirt off over her head, then pull down the zipper at her hip, and push her skirt down her legs, leaving her in only a pale-yellow bra.