Hot Lava

by Anne Conley

  “Tell me you want this.” His ragged breaths filled the room. “Tell me you want me the way I want you, Katherine.”

  That name again. In that voice. “Yes, Sir. I do. Take me. Use me,” she grunted, still unable to get a full breath. “Fuck me, Sir. Please.”

  Without checking her readiness, Logan slammed inside her, stretching her something fierce. The burning sensation filtered down through her legs, and she started quaking as he moved. No time to adjust to him. And Katie loved it.

  She felt herself quicken as he yanked on her hair, giving her the pain he knew she needed. Even as he was using her, Logan was still doing for her. With the sounds of slapping skin filling the room, Katie clenched ineffectively at the ties around her arms.

  “Every man in town is going to know you’re mine now. I’m going to come so deep inside you, they’ll be able to smell me on you. And when the smell wears off, I’m doing it again.”

  His dirty words made her hotter than any look or touch he’d ever given her. Even as he stretched her insides, slamming deep inside her it almost hurt, the pain was delicious.

  She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak.

  The sensations of Logan surrounded Katie from the inside out. She felt him everywhere, and as she gazed vacantly at her room from her position on the bed, she knew she’d never be able to look at this place and not think of him.

  He may be marking her, but she was imprinting him on everything. Every time she looked at her dressing table—twenty bucks from Goodwill—she would remember seeing Logan’s reflection in the mirror as his ass cheeks flexed while he pumped in an out of her.

  In fact, she could probably look at this view forever.

  Just the thought had her on the edge of an orgasm.

  “Permission to come, Sir,” she panted, squeezing her eyes shut against the erotic vision.

  “Come.”

  An inhuman sound erupted from her throat as her inner walls spasmed around his still-pistoning cock. He thrust inside her and stilled, groaning along with her, the mingled sounds making her come again. As if spurred by her, Logan started pumping in wild jerks, his pelvis slamming against her, his balls hitting her clit, urging her harder, faster.

  Logan collapsed on top of her, his arms caging her as he kissed her shoulders, leaving a warm trail of bites and kisses along the way. Katie’s legs gave out, but Logan held her in place, his body covering hers. Unclenching her hands, she scraped her nails across his belly.

  He stood with a grunt and untied her hands before scooping her into his arms and laying her on the bed. Then he went into the bathroom, and she heard water running before he returned with a cloth to clean her up. His care and tender touches overwhelmed her, and by the time he was sliding into bed next to her, lethargy had taken over.

  Logan pulled her into his strong arms, his warmth encasing her. Katie closed her eyes, but a sudden thought had her practically jack-knifing out of bed.

  “Are you going to be here in the morning?” She didn’t like the doubt she heard in her voice, but it was there. There wasn’t any way to pull it back.

  He yanked her back down, tucking her head under his chin. “I meant what I said, Katherine.” The Dom voice was back, brooking zero arguments. “You’re mine now. And first thing tomorrow morning, I’m going to start letting everyone know.”

  Logan woke up the next morning in a strange purple bed, without the woman next to him. Jolting out of one of the best sleeps of his life, he sat up and looked around the room.

  It was different than any room he’d imagined for Katie. Covered in comfortable fabrics and textures, it was warm and homey, worn almost. Comfortable.

  The bed was a rich, deep-purple, and he wished he could see her vibrant hair and creamy skin against it. And it smelled just like her—like summer sunshine and something floral yet light.

  Where the fuck was she?

  He got out of bed and found his shirt on the floor at the foot, where he’d practically ripped it off before sinking his cock balls-deep inside her. His jeans were in the sitting room where she’d given him the best blowjob of his life. Although, as he relived the memories of his hands in her hair, moving her head this way and that, he’d taken the blowjob from her. Not the other way around.

  He’d been drunk. He was reliving last night in snatches and bits. Had he actually been as domineering as he was remembering?

  Had Katie been willing?

  Logan swallowed down the bile rising in his throat and made his way through the maze of corridors to the stairs, where he could smell bacon and coffee. Feeling stupid, he walked down to find the kitchen and figure out what the fuck he’d done.

  Of course, the vision that met him had him seeing red.

  Katie wore sweat pants and a long-sleeved t-shirt and was flipping pancakes at the stove. That part was lovely, and Logan could look at that every morning for the rest of his life. In fact, Katie had never really given off a domestic vibe, and he’d had no idea she could even cook.

  But Brant was standing behind her, caging her in with his arms, and she was stiff and puffed up, getting ready to lay into the kid. Logan had just walked into the scene, saw red, and ate the space between him and the near-confrontation in three large steps.

  “Good morning,” he growled. The teenager backed into Logan’s chest and spun around, holding up his hands in a gesture of innocence, eyes wide. Logan narrowed his eyes on Brant. “You know she’s my girlfriend, right?” He’d come over here to talk about this, but Logan didn’t remember that conversation. At any rate, it was happening now, in front of this kid, where there would be witnesses and no miscommunication.

  Brant started to stutter out excuses, trying to get out of the corner he’d inadvertently painted himself into.

  “Did Katie give you any reason to put your hands around her like that?” Logan kept the question innocent, knowing damn well she hadn’t.

  “N-no, sir. She didn’t. I was just offering to help her finish breakfast. Th-that’s all.”

  “I’m going to help her finish.” He looked over at Katie, who had kept her back to the confrontation and continued flipping pancakes like nothing was going on. “You go find your friends and let us do the grownup stuff.”

  “Be back here in ten minutes, Brant. That’s when breakfast will be ready.”

  Brant jogged out of the kitchen, and Logan let out a soft chuckle before turning and caging Katie in himself.

  “Morning, beautiful,” he said before kissing her neck where the giant t-shirt had slipped down her shoulder, exposing a piece of creamy skin.

  She leaned back against him, relaxing into a position that was very much unlike how she’d been with Brant. “Mmm …”

  Having Katie in his arms felt like nothing short of a miracle, and he was kicking himself for not doing this sooner. “What can I do to help?”

  “Keep that up and I’ll be happy,” she murmured.

  “To get breakfast ready?” He wrapped his hands around her and cupped her breasts. The heavy weight of them made his cock jump inappropriately, but he relished it anyway, grinding it into her ass possessively. He could continue doing this but didn’t see how it would be helpful.

  “Fine, you can set the table. Plates are up there, silverware in that drawer, and just put the pitcher of juice and the gallon of milk out. The boys will take care of the rest.” She effortlessly ladled more batter onto the griddle and poured a bowl of scrambled eggs into another pan. “After that, you can come finish the eggs and tell me how to make your freaking hot cocoa. I tried last night and it was disgusting.”

  Logan did a mental count and got out five plates, as well as the utensils and glasses. He placed them around the table and went to the fridge for juice, milk, and butter and took them to the table too. Then he went back to the stove.

  Scrambling eggs while standing
next to Katie should not have been this erotic, but with every pancake flip, her elbow brushed against him, and he wanted to take her into his arms again. Soon enough, though, footsteps pounded into the kitchen.

  “Whoa … Hey, Logan. When did you get here?”

  Not sure what to say, Logan looked at Katie for guidance. He didn’t want to let her brother know he’d stayed the night if sleepovers weren’t a thing over here. They damn well shouldn’t be, but he was unsure of what was appropriate for her to say.

  “He spent the night, nosy-ass. Now sit down and fill your plate before it gets cold.”

  Okay, so that was how they were playing it. Logan was down with that.

  The others came into the kitchen, Brant bringing up the rear, and before long, they were all sitting around the table eating. The noise level reminded him of the fire station at meal times, only younger mouths and topics of conversation. Video games, mostly, which was weird because Logan specifically recalled Elliot complaining a year ago that Ryder wasn’t into them. He smiled to himself vaguely, remembering Elliot’s issues when his sister had died and left him to take care of his nephew. Elliot had been lost trying to find something that would interest the kid besides the crowd he’d been running with back in Austin. Ryder had been sneaking out, doing drugs, all the things Elliot didn’t know how to handle without losing his shit.

  As Logan looked around the table, he realized he had a vested interest in at least two of these boys’ futures. He couldn’t care less about the dipshit who kept hitting on his girl.

  “So are y’all a thing now?” Walter sprayed eggs all over his plate as he talked.

  “Um, gross. Wipe your mouth. And yes, I guess so.” Katie smiled nervously as she looked over at Logan. Something pinched inside him, a pleasant feeling, and he reached over to rest his hand on her thigh, squeezing it gently.

  “Definitely a thing. Very much a thing.” Logan slid his eyes over to Brant, making sure he got the message, but his eyes were on his plate.

  “Cool.” That was all he got, but he would take it. Not knowing her parents, or when they would return to show an interest in their kids, Logan took the little brother’s word as an approval of sorts.

  “What are your plans today?” Logan asked under the din of boys around the table.

  Katie shrugged, looking at her plate. “No plans. These guys are going home after I feed them, and after that, I’m free.” Her eyes came up to his shyly, and he beamed at her. It felt good to do that, and she made him smile almost constantly. “I was going to go to the shop for a bit to check on things and see if I can get ahead for the week, but I can put that off. I’m not behind on anything.”

  “I have to call the hospital and see if there’s any change with Chavez, but I wanted to see if you would like to go hiking?”

  Walter sputtered into his juice but didn’t say anything else as Katie clearly kicked him under the table.

  “I would like that.”

  Logan grinned a conspiratorial grin at Walter, wondering why Katie going hiking was funny, but he didn’t press the issue.

  “Cool. I’m on shift tonight, so this will be all we can see each other until Tuesday or so. I’d like to spend some time with my girlfriend.”

  Katie’s face flushed, and he loved the pretty, pink color on her skin. It reminded him of her orgasms, spanking, the bedroom.

  Aaaand now he was hard. Super.

  Chapter Sixteen

  An hour later, Logan parked his truck at the base of one of the smaller mountains surrounding Pamona Gulch, the actual gulch the town was named for. Shouldering a backpack full of stuff, he turned to her with a wink.

  “You ready?”

  “It’s been a while since I’ve hiked this, but yeah. I think so.” She’d been too busy with the shop and Walter for hiking excursions, choosing instead to spend her free time drinking margaritas with her friends. She was looking forward to the fresh air and exercise today would bring.

  “I’ll go slow.” Logan’s grin was infectious, and she couldn’t help grinning back. She couldn’t remember ever seeing it, and the way his face lit up was filling her insides with bubbly things. It was really nice.

  They hiked up a well-used trail, not seeing other people the entire way. It was late October, and the tourist season would begin soon. This was one of the more popular trails for the people who didn’t ski, so it was well-marked. The chill in the air got sharper the higher they climbed, but the excursion kept her warm. Soon enough, Katie was sweating under her jacket and shrugged it off to wrap around her waist.

  Logan paused. “You want to take a break? Drink some water?” Without waiting for her answer, he unshouldered the pack he’d brought and pulled out a water bottle. “Here.”

  There were wooden benches periodically on the trail, and Logan picked one for them to sit.

  “Thanks.” She chugged the water like she hadn’t drunk in ages. “I didn’t realize how out of shape I am.”

  He gave her an appraising look. “Your shape is fine to me.” Logan had this way of speaking that made her insides heat and her blood turn to lava in her veins, no matter what she was doing.

  “Thanks, but I’m ridiculously out of breath right now.” She gasped for effect, eliciting a low chuckle from Logan.

  “When was the last time you hiked up here? You said it had been a while.”

  “My dad and I used to come up here when I was younger, before Walter was born.” She shrugged as if she didn’t miss those times with her father. “Now he hikes Machu Picchu and the Matterhorn.” Katie picked up a leaf from the ground and twirled it in her fingers, distracting herself with the vibrant color of it. She didn’t really want to talk about her family right now. She’d rather discuss this “girlfriend” comment Logan had made this morning, but she didn’t know how to broach the subject.

  “For whatever it’s worth, I understand growing up alone, even if you’re surrounded by people.” Her ears perking up, she looked over at Logan, who was staring at his own leaf. She knew nothing about his past, and the opportunity to learn something about him drew her closer. Silently willing him to tell her more, Katie scooted over and butted her hip up against his.

  He took a swig of his water and looked over at her, the intensity of his eyes taking her breath away. “I don’t really talk about stuff, and I’m not sure how much I’m willing to tell you.” He looked back at the leaf he twirled. “It’s not because I don’t trust you though. I’ve just never really talked about it, and I don’t want to rush things between us.”

  “It’s okay, Logan. You can tell me what you’re comfortable with.” She giggled a little to herself. “I’m not sure what you mean by rushing things though. You saw me naked a couple of times before we even kissed. We’ve known each other for years, and this is our first date.” She nudged him with her shoulder, and he smiled. “We’ll take it at your pace, Sir.” She wanted it all. Now. But that was her own impatience.

  Logan looked at her quizzically. “We haven’t kissed.” He appeared insulted, and it was cute.

  She rolled her eyes at him, wondering if he was going to be this clueless the entire time. “Last night. You kissed me.” It was amazing, but if he didn’t remember that, did he remember having sex with her?

  Katie started to stand, but Logan grabbed her arm, tugging her back down.

  “I had no business at your house last night. I’d had too much to drink and shouldn’t have come. But I don’t regret it. I really liked waking up there this morning and having breakfast with you.” He rubbed the back of his neck idly. “More than I realized I would.”

  Logan stood and pulled Katie up, curling his hands around her waist. He sat back down, tugging her with him so she straddled him and they were face to face. She loved the way he manipulated her body and positioned her to his liking.

  And then he wrapped his hands aroun
d her face, hauling her body flush against him, and melded her mouth to his in a kiss that was unmistakable. His lips were surprisingly soft and warm as he breathed her in. He swiped at her lips with his tongue until she opened them, and then he tasted, delved, and explored. It was almost like the prelude to sex, where he would do the same with her body. He plundered and conquered. Katie was all his, giving as good as she took, until they were both panting and clutching each other for dear life.

  Logan was gasping as he tenderly stroked her back. She’d been on the verge of grinding her sore lady bits against the bulge in his lap when he’d stopped. “Was that sufficient?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’m not Sir here. Here, I’m your boyfriend.”

  She couldn’t hide her grin. “So that makes me your girlfriend? We can, like, go out in public together and stuff?”

  He smiled back at her, dimples framing his mouth. “Yes, I’m only Sir when we scene.” His voice lowered to a grumble that came straight from his chest. “And when I punish you.” He leaned his forehead against hers and let out a sigh. “I hope it’s all right I don’t want a twenty-four-hour sub. I’d rather just have an occasional bottom, if that makes sense. I can’t do the twenty-four-seven thing again.”

  She tried to keep her face impassive, but they were so close together she was afraid she’d failed. Katie wanted to know more about this other woman, the one who’d gotten Logan to commit to a full-time D/s relationship. But she was learning more about him right now than she’d ever hoped and wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so she bit her tongue and let him go on.

  “I’ve never had a girlfriend before though. This last week has taught me that I want to try this with you. Fuck if I can tell you why, but I want more than the occasional scene. And the occasional scene was so much more than I’ve ever wanted since Jessica.”

  Ah … A name to go with this woman she hated with all her being. Katie filed it away for later, when they were more comfortable together.