by Maine, Miley
To think, I had almost resigned myself to a life with Winston. We’d have had the most lacklustre sex life on the planet. Unlike him, I wouldn't have cheated. I’d have been stuck with an unfaithful husband who was also a terrible lover.
My eyes flew open as I felt Logan’s fingers brush over my stomach. I looked up, meeting his eyes. The intensity there took my breath away and my pussy throbbed again.
His fingers dipped into my panties. I moaned, lifting my hips, desperate for his touch.
Logan grabbed the base of his cock and pulled out of my mouth. “How did you stay a virgin this long?”
I licked my lips. I’d wondered if he’d come in my mouth; I was curious about what that would be like. “What do you mean?”
He continued to hold onto his cock. “You’re so eager. So responsive. Even now, you want me touching you.”
“I didn’t know it could be like this,” I said. “I knew some women really liked sex, and some didn’t. Making out with my boyfriend was okay, but it wasn’t something I looked forward to.” I huffed. “Like an idiot, I thought it would improve once we were married.”
“I’ll make you forget about that boy.” Logan slid one finger over my clit and then moved his finger down to my entrance.
“I already have.”
Logan didn’t push his cock back into my mouth, but traced the tip around my lips. Wanting to taste him, I licked the soft skin.
He shuddered. “I won’t make it much longer if you keep that up.”
I liked that I could make him want me. It felt good to be desired this much, by such a gorgeous man.
I bit down on my lip, hoping he’d use my mouth again. “Open.”
Once again, I did as he said. He began to thrust in and out, establishing a quick rhythm to his pace.
He kept one hand tangled in my hair. With each thrust, he’d tug on my hair a little bit.
With his other hand, he pinched my nipples. He moved lower, shoving his hand into my panties.
He pushed my pussy lips open with his fingers, and shoved two inside my body.
“Oh!” I tried to say. It came out garbled, as my mouth was stuffed with his thick cock.
“Sore?”
There was a little residual soreness left over from our first time together. Oddly enough, his questing fingers soothed the needy ache in my core.
He pulled his cock out enough for me to speak.
“Yes. It burns. But it feels good.”
I squeezed my internal muscles, wondering if he’d feel it on his fingers.
His eyes widened, then narrowed. He’d definitely felt me clenching my muscles. I did it again.
“Little vixen,” he said, gazing down at me. “You are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I preened at the compliment, pushing my breasts up and spreading my legs as far open as they’d go. I liked being spread wide for him.
I liked him looking at me with his smoldering gaze.
20
Logan
Having Bethany spread out on my bed was even better the second time. This time she was trying something new -- sucking my cock. And she’d let me fuck her mouth too. I’d gone easy on her, but it had been better than any other time I’d been with a woman.
Now she’d opened her legs even more for me, begging me to touch her. She kept writhing, and showing off for me. I was ready to slide into her body, but at the same time, I wanted to make this last.
I was glad we’d gotten this second chance, and I didn’t want to squander it. So I took my time. I kept her squirming on my fingers, with my cock stretching her lips apart. She wasn’t faking it -- she genuinely seemed to like having me fill her mouth.
She couldn’t smile, but her eyes were lit up, watching every move I made. When she was especially blissed out, those pretty green eyes would slip closed. I thrust my fingers in and out, and she met those thrusts, rocking her slim hips back and forth.
I pushed a third in. This time, I only met a little resistance. “You’re still tight, but you’re so slick for me.”
“Logan!”
“I just need to stretch you out a little more. There’s no way my cock’s going to fit just yet.” I kept working my fingers in and out of her, and she grew even wetter. Finally, she was ready.
I pulled my cock from her mouth. I pulled my fingers from her pussy. Quickly, I rolled on a condom and climbed between her legs. I pushed my cock over her folds, feeling the slick gush out even more.
I braced myself, making sure not to jar her arm, and then I thrust in, spearing her in one powerful move.
“Oh God. Logan! Please. Yes!”
“You feel so good,” I whispered into her ear. I kissed her forehead. How was it possible for it to be this good? I slid one hand down, over her hip, pausing to knead her toned bottom. I wanted to flip her over and fuck her from behind, but that wasn’t practical with her arm. Plus, getting fucked on all fours seemed a little advanced for Bethany’s second time ever having sex.
I wanted that, but for now, lying between her legs was enough. This way I got to stare at her face, her green eyes, and her pretty red hair as I did my best to give her pleasure.
I mouthed at her breast, biting gently on the soft flesh. At the same time, I pushed my hand down to rub her clit. She tensed, but still didn’t come. I rolled us onto my side, holding onto her tight to protect her arm.
“This will change the angle,” I said. “I’ll hit your sweet spot.”
One we were lying face to face, I drove into her, with steady thrusts. She buried her face in my neck and panted. “Oh Logan. That feels different.”
“Yeah? It should. Every position is a little different.”
“Tell me,” she said, breathing hard.
“From what I’ve heard, if you straddle me, and ride me, then you can control where the stimulation is.”
“I want to try that.”
“We can, but you might fall forward on your arm, so we’d have to be careful.”
“Okay. What else?”
“From behind, my cock would hit the front part of your g-spot and it would penetrate really deep.”
She exhaled. “Oh, that sounds good.”
“Yeah? As soon as you’re up for it, I can fuck you like that.” I sped up the circles I was rubbing on her clit.
“God yes,” she cried out, and then her pussy pulsed hard.
I came so hard I saw stars.
We had several more days together. I’d have to make sure I fucked her in each position before she left.
Then every time a guy touched her, she’d remember her first times with me.
If I was honest though, I could admit that I did not want another guy to fuck her. Ever.
* * *
Once the adrenaline and the rush of hormones wore off, I couldn’t believe I’d slept with her again. I knew all too well what was at stake -- her life.
She was curled up in my bed, fast asleep. I left her sleeping and went outside to check the perimeter. There were no prints in the snow, other than those of a deer.
The snow was coming down harder, although there had been no storm yet. The air was heavy though. It would happen in the next few days.
After I checked the perimeter, I slid my shotgun under the couch where it would be close by, and I laid down.
Sometime during mid-morning, Beth woke up. She wandered into the bedroom and came out fully dressed in the leggings and tunic. She was all smiles.
“Are we still going to the store?” she asked.
I’d never met someone so upbeat. She’d lost her boyfriend of many years to another woman, broken her arm, and gotten stuck with me for Christmas, missed time with her family, and yet she was happy.
If we were going to get snowed in, then we might as well get provisions. “Yes,” I said. I noticed that she was fully dressed. “You got ready by yourself.”
She looked good. She wore a green tunic with black leggings that showed off her shapely legs, paired with black boots. She also had o
n a sparkly silver necklace and earrings. She was way overdressed, compared to my jeans and flannel shirt.
For just a second I felt a twinge. Maybe I should have kept some of the Tom Ford suits I’d worn in Milan when I was gathering intel. The CIA would provide a decent suit, but I’d splurged on a designer suit that was custom tailored so I could really look the part. I didn’t even really need a suit now, but it would be nice to have some of my fitted jeans and shirts with buttons so I could at least keep up with Bethany.
I liked this rural mountain lifestyle I’d chosen. But there had been some perks in my old life too.
“Yes. It was much easier today. I’ve gotten used to moving my arm, and it doesn’t hurt nearly as much,” she replied.
I might not have intended to have a house guest over the holidays, but I wasn’t going to let her go hungry. I had a few things frozen, but suddenly I found myself wanting Bethany to have what she wanted.
The roads were clear enough to take my truck. I helped her into the passenger seat. “Where to first?”
“Are there any local stores? Boutiques?”
“Only one.” I’d never set foot inside it, although it looked like I was about to.
I parked outside the gift shop. “Wait on me.” I went around to help Beth out. “I’m not going to let you slip on this ice and break your other arm.”
She leaned in close. “Thank you,” she whispered into my ear. “If I broke both arms, you’d have to help me even more.”
Her tone was so suggestive that I took a step back to look at her face. Lord. This girl was going to kill me. I’d just gotten done fucking her, and she was ready for more.
I’d be more than happy to oblige, but I didn’t want to hurt her.
Now I was walking into a dainty little store with a raging hard on. “I’m going to make you pay for that,” I whispered back to her.
She shivered. “How do you know I won’t like it?”
“If that’s what’s already on your mind, then why are we here in town?”
“Anticipation makes it even better.”
I breathed in hard. “I’m tempted to throw you over my shoulder and take you back to the truck, and fuck you right on the bench seat in the second row.”
She gave me a jaunty grin. “I’ll look forward to it.”
What did she know of anticipation? She’d had sex exactly twice in her life, both times with me. “If I’m not keeping you satisfied, then as soon as we get to the cabin I’m going to solve that problem.”
“How?”
“I’ll tie you to my bed, and I’ll do nothing but fuck you. No stores, no decorations. No Christmas tree.”
She rubbed her hand over my pecs. “That doesn’t sound so bad.” Then she dropped her hand and smiled. “But that’s for later. Can we cut down a real tree?”
The shift in topics had my head spinning. And my cock was still hard.
“Sure.” I might as well go for broke if I was doing this. She actually jumped up and down. She tried to clap her hands but ended up hitting her cast.
“Ow.”
I grabbed her shoulder. “Be careful. Stop jumping around.” Now it was my turn to whisper in her ear. “You might not care if you break your other arm, but I have plans for it.”
She froze. Her jaw dropped open and I stared at her pretty lips. The same ones that had just been wrapped around my cock. She’d taken my cock so well. I still couldn’t believe it.
I brushed a piece of that red hair back from her face. “Spend as much as you want,” I said.
“Oh, I have plenty of money,” she replied.
“I’m paying.” I’d never heard her mention a job, only volunteer work, so I doubted she had any money of her own. If she was decorating my cabin, then I wasn’t going to let her spend her father’s money. “Hurry up. You’ve made my cock hard again.”
He heard her quick intake of breath. “What are you going to do about it?”
“As I said, I’m going to take you home and fuck you again,” I said. I wondered if I could shock her. So far nothing had worked. “I haven't had you from behind yet. Do you think you’d like that?”
“If it’s you doing the taking.”
I gritted my teeth. “Like I told you earlier, as long as you’re here with me, there won’t be anyone else who gets a chance.”
She whirled around to face me. “I don’t want anyone else to have the chance. You’ve ruined me for guys my own age.”
“If I had my way, you’d be naked in my bed right now, not out here buying Christmas junk.”
She smirked. “I guess you’ll just have to be patient.”
Then she turned and flounced away.
I didn't stop her. I watched her go. This whole Christmas spirit thing obviously meant a lot to her. I could understand that.
If Isobel had lived, then my niece or nephew would be five months old this Christmas. Cameron would be a proud father, and Isobel would be a loving mother.
The holidays would look very different. I would have bought wooden toy trains and stackable cups and a whole boatload of stuffed animals. We would play Christmas carols and drink eggnog and watch the baby try to sit up.
We’d talked about it. About how Isobel would live somewhere safe, in a house, and the two of them would take two weeks of leave for Christmas. She’d been leaning toward Germany as a home base. She spoke the language, and Cameron and I could understand a few phrases.
But that dream was over.
It wasn’t coming back.
I pulled the door open, following Bethany as she strolled through the aisles of the store. She stopped to examine every trinket, every Christmas ornament and every scented candle. She spent a lot of time sniffing the one labeled balsam wood, and another called apple cider.
“No Candles,” I said.
“Why no candles?”
“They really are a fire hazard. But if you want some apple cider we can get that at the grocery store.”
Her face lit up again. It was so easy to make her happy. Her cheeks were red from the cold and her smile was bright. The Navy scarf she’d wrapped around her neck highlighted her red hair.
She spent a full thirty minutes in the store. She didn't buy a lot. Just some cinnamon sticks she said she could heat on the stove and several natural looking pine cones.
At the grocery store the first thing she picked up were the ingredients to make apple cider. Then she bought a strand of Christmas lights and the supplies for an apple pie and a cherry pie.
“You can bake?”
“Of course. I'm a southern lady. They all learn to bake pies from scratch in my house. I'm also going to make some sugar cookies from scratch and decorate them. I don't suppose you have any cookie cutters?”
“Do I look like I have cookie cutters?”
“Emma’s brother is a Marine and he loves to help us, so I don't stereotype.”
My reluctance to bake cookies was less about my military service and more about the fact that I couldn't handle the holiday.
“You may say you don't care about sugar cookies but I bet once you smell them you're going to eat them.”
I couldn't deny that. “Depends on how they taste.”
She crossed her arms. “Oh, they will taste good.”
“I'd rather taste you.”
“Logan! We are in the middle of a grocery store.”
“No one heard me.”
“Someone could read your lips.”
“I think they’ll know more about our sex life from the blush on your face than the words I said. Besides, I haven't tasted you yet. Are you going to argue with me?”
“No. I’ve never done that before.”
“I didn't expect that you would.” I couldn’t stop my smile. “I'll be your first in that too.”
“At this rate you'll be my first in everything.”
I wouldn't tell her how much that pleased me. “Where to next?”
“You really can cut down a tree for us? Or should we go to a tree farm?”<
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“Oh my God. Do I look like I can't get a tree for us?”
She giggled. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to insult your manhood.”
I pulled her flush against my body. “My manhood is definitely not insulted.”
Her hips jerked against mine. ‘No. I’d say it’s definitely not insulted.”
As soon as she got through the door of my cabin I took the bag of lights from her hands and placed them on the floor.
I caught her by the upper arm. “I need you. Now.”
She squealed and darted away from me. “We have to put the milk, butter and eggs away.“
“It's twenty-five degrees outside, they'll be fine.”
“I hope they don't freeze then.”
“If they do I'll buy you some more.” I had my doubts that we’d make it out again. It was completely gray now. The storm was coming. But none of that mattered.
I caught her around the waist. “You’re mine right now.”
“Which part are you going for now?” she asked breathlessly.
“Tasting., And having you from behind.” I nuzzled her neck. “So get ready.”
“Both of those sound good to me.” She shuddered and I was already imagining the taste of her juices on my tongue.
I left her disheveled by the door while I grabbed a thick blanket from my closet and threw it over my dining table.
I thought I couldn’t shock her, but her cheeks went bright red. “The table?”
“Yep. We're the only ones here and it's easily cleaned.”
I scooped her up, which I loved doing. I loved feeling her slight body, safe in my arms.
She seemed to like it as well. I laid her down and carefully pulled her tunic off, then her leggings. Today, she had on a green bra and panties.
I ran my finger over the silky fabric, right across her hip bone. “Do you have an endless supply of these?”
“Pretty much.” She licked her lips. “Emma and Mia might have had something to do with me having them all here. They were pretty excited about our one night stand.”
I moved my finger to run over her pelvis, then down to the spot where her folds lay hidden beneath the green silk. I rubbed my finger back and forth, watching as the pulse point in her throat jumped. “Yeah? They weren’t mad? They didn’t think I’d taken advantage?”