Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? (The Big Bad Wolf Trilogy Book 1)

by Janie Marie

  He watched her wheeze and struggle to ease her pain.

  Shaking his head, he reached out and grabbed her waist. “You’re either stupid or too tough for your own good.” He tugged her gently to stand between his legs. “I’m going to take your shirt off so I can see how bad it is.”

  She started to shake her head and move away.

  “Stop it!” His voice was like a knife, stabbing her until she stopped fighting. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

  “I know,” she cried through her wheezing breaths.

  His face softened. “Let me look.” He gently caressed her hips. “I’ll take care of you. Just let me see.”

  She was ready to let him help her. Had it been anyone else, she doubted she would let them. Logan just made her want to put all her insecurities and secrets out there.

  “Good girl,” he said as she nodded. “Lift your arms for me slowly. Stop if it hurts too much.”

  Kylie continued to let tears fall as she raised her hands.

  Logan smiled softly and started to raise her shirt, wincing when she let out a strangled noise. “Shh . . . Oh, baby,” he whispered once he saw her bandages and the discoloration around the edges.

  She cried, so emotionally overwhelmed with the soft sound of his voice. No one had cared or bothered with her. But Logan Grimm, a stranger and total badass, saw through her guise within minutes of meeting her. He’d stayed persistent in pursuing her. Even if he had ulterior motives and didn’t like her enough to make her his girlfriend, she was really trying to believe he cared.

  And now he was whispering encouraging words between gentle caresses as he exposed her hideous injuries.

  “There we go,” he said, cooing his words and kissing her sweaty forehead the moment he stood and freed her from her shirt. “Shh, baby.” He wiped the tears from her eyes, not yet taking in the sight of her. He was giving her time to calm down before they went further.

  “I’m okay,” she said and let her head fall against his chest, comforted by his instant embrace.

  “You’re not.” He ran his hand over her head. Her bun was falling apart, but he didn’t seem to mind. “But I’m going to make sure you are from now on.” He kissed the top of her head, then sat back down. “I’m going to take this off now.”

  She was frightened, but she stayed still as he pulled her between his legs again.

  “I have to, Hood. I need to see how bad this is.” His fingers moved to her bandage, brushing her heated skin every few seconds. “Plus, I want to check out your goods,” he added, smirking as his eyes zeroed in on her hidden breasts.

  “Shut up,” she said, wincing as she tried not to laugh.

  “Two birds, one stone, baby.”

  She smiled despite her pain and closed her eyes. It was going to be worse to see his reaction, and she couldn’t stand to see his disgust. She wanted to hide. It wasn’t right to let a boy see her, but she didn’t think of it as a sexual act between them. It was more like a doctor’s visit. But the doctor was a hottie who wanted to get in her pants.

  Jeez, I’m so messed up.

  “Do you know if they’re broken?” he asked as the wraps fell away.

  She only had her bra protecting her now. She regretted not having the sexy ones that Maura did. All she owned were a few T-shirt bras, like the one she wore now because it had been too painful to pull on a tight sports bra, her only other choice in intimates.

  Perhaps it didn’t matter. All he was looking at were the purple, blue, and green marks painting her scarred skin. It was normal for her skin to split open from swelling. After all, she was hit with either bats, belts—sometimes she even had cuts from shards of glass.

  She shook her head, still blind to his angry and pained face as he hissed at each of her flinches when his fingers prodded the dark bruises. “They don’t take me in. Too obvious.”

  Logan nodded, never letting his eyes leave her many injuries. “You know they don’t recommend binding broken ribs anymore,” he murmured as his fingers trailed along each rib, raising goose bumps along the way. “You can get pneumonia that way.”

  “That’s not why they’re taped. They always make me tape my boobs.”

  His fingers stopped their path.

  Feeling his stare, she slowly opened her eyes. His many questions were obvious as they raced through his head, so she clarified at least one. “I guess it’s because mine are bigger than Maura’s, and she doesn’t like anything to be better than hers. Well, that’s what Lorelei said.”

  Logan dropped his eyes to her breasts, not showing any distinct reaction as he looked them over.

  “She tried to force me to have a reduction,” she added, curious to see what he thought.

  “What?” His shock was heavy in his voice and eyes. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

  She shook her head. “I only got out of it because the doctor said it wasn’t medically necessary. He said they weren’t that big.”

  Logan’s lip twitched, but he stayed angry.

  She continued, “He told them I had to wait until I was eighteen to make a cosmetic decision.”

  His jaw flexed as he pressed his lips together. Kylie trembled as his fingers started moving along each rib again. The pain was fading, and she didn’t know if it had to do with resting or his touch.

  “Well,” he said, “I haven’t seen Maura, but she has every reason to be jealous.” He smirked up at her, settling his hands on her hips after finishing his inspection. “These tits are gorgeous, Hood. And I haven’t even seen them. They’re like a Christmas present I’m dying to unwrap.”

  “Shut up,” she said, smiling as he pulled her closer.

  A mischievous look stayed on his face as he slowly dropped his lips to the top of her left breast, never removing his eyes from hers. “I’m serious, honey.”

  A startled gasp escaped her as his lips kissed her softly, right above her bra.

  His lips were hot. “They’re lovely. And I’m going to worship these girls”—he moved to her right breast, kissing it just as tenderly—“every chance I get when you’re better.”

  Trembling with desire, she struggled not to beg him to rid her of her bra and take her nipple into his mouth.

  “Mm,” he hummed and sucked her skin hard, still right above the edge of her bra, and left his mark. “Fuck, it’s killing me to not have you.”

  “Logan,” she whispered, reaching out without thinking and gripping his head. “Oh . . . I,” she moaned when one of his hands reached up to massage her left breast as he still kissed around the right.

  “What?” His tongue slipped just under her bra.

  “Ah,” she cried out, throwing her head back and tangling her fingers in his thick hair. God, it was so soft too. “Oh, please, Logan.” She didn’t even know what she was asking for. Only that he was torturing her and only he could end it.

  Logan moved the hand holding her waist down to her butt and squeezed.

  “Logan,” she whispered, out of breath.

  He looked up but didn’t say anything. Instead, he just grabbed her hand, led her around the bed, and gently pushed her down. “Lie on your back,” he said as he lifted her feet.

  She wanted him, but she shook from fear and pain.

  “Don’t be scared.” He leaned over her and kissed her cheek. “I’ll never hurt you. I will always take care of you, Hood.” He smiled and kissed her nose. “Do you trust me?”

  She searched his beautiful face, calming her nerves and soothing her tortured heart. “I trust you, Logan.”

  He smirked and put his lips back on hers, carefully climbing on the bed. Kylie forgot everything and let him push her legs apart as he settled his body between them. She was too caught up in his kiss to stop him, but she did notice how gentle he was being this time.

  “Slow down, baby,” he whispered against her mouth, smiling when she lifted her head off his pillow to try to reach his lips again.

  She was a chocolate addict, and he was the most delicious bar of chocolate ever
to be made. “I love this,” she whispered, not opening her eyes, and she moaned into his mouth while one of his hands slid up and down her jean-clad thigh. “Oh my gosh, Logan.”

  He smiled, moving his lips along her jaw. “You’re going to be a sex fiend, aren’t you?”

  Her body shook and erupted in goose bumps as he left wet kisses down her jaw. “I don’t care.” She felt so crazy, but she needed this. She needed him. The pain wasn’t even in her mind anymore. Just Logan. Only Logan.

  “Baby steps, Hood,” he whispered, lightly biting her bra.

  “Logan, please.” She tilted her head down to see him grinning with the edge of her bra in his mouth. She didn’t know why she ever pushed him away. This was amazing.

  “I don’t want to hurt you.” He kissed the skin above her bra before he moved his lips to the bruises.

  She closed her eyes and threw her head back while those hot lips and his skilled tongue nursed her wounds. “I don’t feel it anymore,” she said softly, keeping her eyes closed.

  “Good.” He kissed over a rather large scar at the base of her rib cage, a strange rumble sounding from his chest as he repeatedly kissed around the edges. “No more.”

  “No, I need more,” she told him, in case he was talking about them continuing. She was like a kid who didn’t want to leave the candy store. She was stuffing her pockets full of candy.

  “Baby, look at me.”

  Kylie opened her eyes, not sure when he had made his way back up to her face. She frowned at him.

  Logan, however, grinned and nipped her lips. “No pouting. I just want you to know something.”

  “What?” She lifted her hands to touch his beautiful face.

  He turned his lips to kiss her palm. “I won’t let them hurt you anymore.”

  She smiled. “I know you won’t.” You’ll only destroy my heart.

  He smiled and cupped one of her breasts in his hand. “These are lovely.” He gently applied pressure with a careful squeeze. “But I’m not unwrapping them until your ribs are checked.”

  “Logan,” she whined, but he lowered his mouth over hers, shutting her up. “Mmm.”

  “I said I would make you feel better,” he said, lightly trailing his fingertips away from her breast, down to her stomach. “And I meant it.”

  The button on her jeans popped, and her eyes flew open.

  He was already watching her. “Ready for me to take another of your firsts?” His hand slowly slid over her jeans, between her legs, but he waited for her to respond.

  Not even waiting to think it over, she nodded and pulled his mouth to hers. “Gimme more.”

  Ten

  EXPOSED

  Kylie’s uneven breaths and whimpers filled the silence before a new song began to play.

  Logan’s lips smiled against her neck, his breathing heavier as he held himself up with one forearm resting close to her head. With his face nuzzled in the crook of her neck, he leaned over her as much as possible, one muscular thigh draped between her now jean-free legs.

  “Oh, my . . .”

  The light touch of his bare chest as it brushed the side of her heaving breasts had her shaking. It was too much but not enough at the same time. God, he was still drawing slow circles inside the tingling folds between her legs. Beautiful torture. That’s what this was. He’d given her a glimpse of heaven, and now he was lowering her to Earth once more.

  It was no wonder he liked sex so much. If this was just his hand . . .

  “Fuck, Logan,” she said, trying to push him away. “Stop.”

  He chuckled as her hips rose to meet his hand anyway.

  Whining because she didn’t know whether she wanted him to stop or continue, she kept shoving his shoulders even as she lifted her hips, begging for more of what he’d just given her while occasionally squeezing her legs around his thigh.

  She needed to rub herself against him as much as she desperately needed him to stop. “I can’t take it,” she whispered when he leaned away. She stared into his eyes as they drifted over her slightly sweaty face, which took turns between relaxing and scrunching up from her post-orgasmic bliss.

  He looked pleased with himself if the slight upward curve of his swollen lips was anything to go by. The way he had kissed her, murmuring dirty words in her ear which he always managed to follow up with something endearing, told her he enjoyed giving her this.

  This being her very first orgasm—all courtesy of Logan Grimm’s talented fingers.

  She wanted more. She would make sure he gave more—but for now, fatigue grew too great and she closed her eyes, sighing when his hand slid away from the once most untouched part of her body. Although his hand was sliding along her thigh and other parts of her body that he obviously felt like exploring, she could still feel his almost phantom touch swirling between her legs.

  “How do you feel?” His deep voice induced a throbbing between her legs.

  “Sleepy,” she said, a weak smile lifting her lips.

  He chuckled, his body vibrating next to her.

  “Thank you.”

  He gave her a soft, brief kiss. “You’re welcome, Hood.”

  She kept her eyes closed, still wearing a drowsy smile while her breathing became more relaxed. “Mmm,” she hummed, still blind to what he was doing but aware nonetheless of his fingers gliding over her skin. “I’m going to have to shave my legs again if you keep that up,” she whispered, shivering as goose bumps broke out across her legs for the hundredth time.

  Logan laughed softly and rested his hand on her hip. “I was going to tell you they feel a bit prickly.”

  “Shut up.” She opened her eyes, squinting as if she was seeing the light again for the first time in hours. “I don’t think you had to take my pants off all the way.” Kylie glanced down at herself, surprised she wasn’t freaking out about lying there with nothing but her bra on. But she had only felt comfortable under his soft gaze when he asked if he could de-pants her. And that’s how she stayed once he had her exposed—well, almost exposed. He had insisted that her bra stay on because he didn’t trust himself to not get a little rough.

  “Well, your panties were already ruined.”

  Fire engulfed her cheeks as she remembered him revealing to her that she was so wet for him. “Oh my god,” she groaned, covering her face with one hand.

  Logan kissed the top of her breast. “Relax. I told you not to be embarrassed.”

  “It’s gross.” It was humiliating!

  “Did I look grossed out?” He pulled her hand away and turned her face to look at him. His eyes were lighter for some reason, his face completely relaxed as he waited for her to answer.

  God, he’s so perfect.

  “No,” she whispered.

  “No, I didn’t.” He rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip. “I told you my dick never wanted to be buried inside a pussy more than he did yours at that moment.”

  “Logan,” she moaned as he pressed his leg against her still tingling center. She couldn’t care less that she could almost taste herself.

  “Damn, baby.” He gripped her jaw and kissed her hard. Not waiting for her to respond, he pushed his tongue in her mouth, claiming her tongue as his victim, forcing her into submission.

  The little mewling sounds it brought out of her seemed to please him. He let out a possessive growl and pressed his hardness against her.

  She moaned, rotating her hips up to create that pleasant friction between her legs. “Logan, I need it.”

  He growled, sucking her bottom lip before releasing her—closing his eyes in the process and moving his hips away.

  “Not yet.” He gave her a quick kiss before moving his leg away completely. “Sorry, Hood. If we start up again, I’ll fuck you before I can stop myself.”

  “But I want you to.” Her eyes widened at her words. It was like he’d made her into a completely new girl, a girl who wasn’t afraid to say what she desired. Which, at the moment, was Logan. Inside her.

  “I know you do. But not
yet. I need to wait until you’re at least eighteen, and I want you to be ready for me.”

  She groaned, making him laugh, but he quickly sat up when she coughed and grabbed her ribs. “Oh, ow.” She hissed, breathing in painful pants.

  Logan leaned over her, holding his hand over hers. “Shh. You have to relax.”

  She coughed, each one causing more spasms of pain.

  “Hood, relax.” His stern tone made her watery eyes grow wide, and she held her breath. “There you go. Breathe out, slow and steady.”

  Kylie let out whiny, blubbering sounds. Logan stayed quiet, keeping one hand over hers while the other gently caressed her hair.

  “Better?” he asked, rubbing his hand along the purple bruise. The caress felt electric, and it warmed her skin, soothing her pain.

  “Yeah,” she breathed.

  “Good.” He leaned down, dropping a kiss on her forehead.

  “God, that was probably the most unattractive thing you’ve ever seen,” she said, still panting a little while Logan laughed. “Can you gimme my clothes, or cover me?”

  Logan reached down toward the foot of the bed where his covers had been kicked and began pulling them over her. But not before kissing all the way up the inside of her leg. “Baby, you couldn’t be unattractive to me if you tried.” He nipped the tender skin of her inner thigh.

  She reached down, pushing his head away from there. “Logan, I can’t take any more.”

  He chuckled, his hot breath blowing across her moist skin. “Next time, kitty,” he cooed to it.

  “Did you just talk to my—” She couldn’t even say it! She blushed, still pushing his head. He kissed the inside of her thigh before making his way up her hip and stomach.

  “Say it, Hood,” he murmured, licking her bra.

  “No, Logan,” she said, still pushing him. In all fairness, she wanted nothing more than for him to keep up his assault, but with the mood gone from her coughing fit, she realized she was throwing herself at him—her bruised, disgusting self.

  “Say it.”