Oscar spoke first, in a low voice that only we could hear, “Doctor, we’ve got a couple of strangers at the front gate. They say they’re from that new settlement about three miles out. They say they need help, that there was an accident, and a few of their people need medical help.”
Logan was already up. “Did they say what happened? A fall, a heart attack...?”
Henry answered. “It’s two teens, and they say it’s their folks that are hurt. Sounds like one’s got a busted leg, the other a head wound. An accident when they were out foraging, I think. The kids are scared shitless, doc.”
“Can you help them out? Oscar and a few from the security party will escort you...” James began, but Logan was already speaking, “Let me get my things,” he said, stepping away from the table. “I can be ready to go in a few minutes.”
“You’re sure they are who they say they are? What if—?”I blurted.
I looked to Oscar for help, relieved to see that his expression was still suspicious, hard. I wanted to believe that there was nothing sinister going on, but the idea of Logan following two strangers to an unknown destination made my heart tremble. Oscar met my eyes and, underneath that intensity, I saw understanding. “It pays to be cautious, Maria. But don’t worry, we’re not going to run the risk of losing our doctor by taking foolish risks. Henry and I are escorting our good doctor.”
Logan got up quickly, body tight. It was as if he caught on fire. “Right. I’m going to get my bag.”
“We’ll meet you at the front gate,” Henry said. He and Oscar walked out, ignoring the whispers.
Logan turned to me, his shining dark eyes meeting mine. “I’ll be back soon.”
“Come back safe. Please.”
He smiled and raced out.
The evening crawled by. I tried to stay busy, working on a dozen projects and trying not to let myself panic.
“Want some company, Maria?” I turned to see Sara Watson and Tillie Sutton coming into the dining hall. Sara’s expression was as sick with worry as I felt. Sara ran a hand through her long dark hair and tried to look reassuring, and Tillie immediately got us both settled with cups of tea.
“So, honey… Seems like one of you finally made a move, mmm?” Tillie drawled and smiled, sipping her hot tea.
“Ooooh, the tension in the air just got way hotter!” Sara exclaimed. “Or are we just seeing something that’s not there?”
“Is it that obvious already?” I whispered, at which the ladies burst into giggles.
Sara and Tillie teased me and peppered me with girl questions about Logan and the baby. It was nice to be distracted, but the cloud of worry wasn’t far from my head. Tillie understood it better than anyone. Her husband had been killed when the fighting had started. I didn’t want to tell either of them that I was worried. It would be like a fresh wound for Tillie.
As if she knew what I was thinking about, Tillie added, “They’ll be back soon, don’t you worry.” I nodded in silence, unable to reply.
My brain was trying to figure out how long their return trip would take with the jeep and about how long it would take to set an arm and treat a nasty wound. In reality, nobody knew how long it would be. I just hoped they didn’t land in an ambush.
Eventually, it was just the three of us in the dining hall. Sara had cracked open a thick book that Oscar had found for her on one of their excursions, absently playing with her necklace. Tillie was looking over her plans for what to start planting in the greenhouse, but I couldn’t do much — the gears in my head were still spinning.
“Maria,” Tillie said softly, stretching and getting up for some more tea. “You should sleep.”
“We can manage it,” Sara added smoothly. “We’ll wake you up if we need to.”
I rested my hands on my belly. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to fall asleep,” I admitted, my voice quiet.
Tillie reached across the table and put her hand on mine. “Go and try, okay?”
Sara set aside her book and stood. “Come on, I’ll walk you home.” She gave me a gentle hug. “Don’t worry about them, Maria. They can take care of themselves. They’ll be back before you know it.”
***
I undressed and crawled into bed, desperately trying not to think about how familiar this felt. Logan wasn’t Stephan, though. Logan was going to come back.
Still, sleep was far away. I left the lights on, pulled out a book, and tried to distract myself, but it was no good.
It was 3 am, worry was gnawing at my heart, my book lying forgotten on the blanket. I heard a quiet knock.
I froze, staring at the door, heart hammering. Was it Sara or Tillie, coming to tell me that something had happened to the party? Oh, god, something’s happened...
“Maria?” came a muffled voice through the door, and my heart stopped beating itself against my ribs. I knew that voice. I’d been aching to hear it all night.
I scrambled off the bed and threw open the door. Logan, eyes alight, stood in my doorway. I threw my arms around him and buried my face in his chest. Relief flooded my body.
We moved back into the room and shut the door. Stroking my hair, he kissed my forehead. “Didn’t I tell you I’d be back?”
“When did you get here?” I asked, my voice muffled by his shirt.
“Just now. We didn’t want to spend the night at the Sunrise — that’s the name of the motel. There’s about thirty of them. Turns out they had a number of people who needed a doctor, and I’m so glad I went.” His hands stroked my back, my shoulders, and he rested his head against mine.
“I was a little worried.” My laugh was shaky, and he rubbed my back.
We rested together in an easy, warm embrace for a moment longer. Logan let out a slow breath and pulled back to look at me. His eyes had grown intense, staring at me lustily with a crooked smile on his face.
“I’m sorry I woke you up. I just wanted to let you know that we’re all okay.” His warm lips met mine and kissed them slowly. Tingles shot up my spine, and I relished in the feeling of my knees going rubbery.
“No, I’m so glad you came. It was hard to sleep knowing you were out there,” I admitted.
Logan’s brows knitted together. “You left your front door unlocked like a Canadian, silly goose, so I just came in.”
“I wanted this late-night visitor,” I smiled seductively, tugging at the front of his jacket. “You made me wait so long!”
I pulled him forward, leading us both to the edge of the bed. When our lips met again, white-hot passion bloomed. His tongue pushed into my mouth, swirling together with mine, and I couldn’t help but fall back against the pillows. Logan followed, covering my lips, my cheeks, my neck with kisses. “Poor doc,” I murmured, wrapping my arms around his shoulder as his hands slipped up my shirt to grope my breasts. The sensation tore a gasp from my lips, even as I continued, “You worked all night. Now who’s the one who needs help relaxing?”
He lifted his head and smiled, eyes closing as I let one hand roam down to feel the outline of his hard erection. He grunted softly in answer, and I pressed my palm firmly against him and cupped his cock, rubbing it through the fabric of his pants. His breathing became more labored with every movement, and his hands found my ass and gripped tight.
I massaged him for a few more moments, torturing him, a pool of heat rapidly gathering in my cunt. I sat down on the edge of the bed. Quickly, I got his belt undone and unbuttoned the top of his pants. By now, Logan was panting, watching me unzip his fly slowly, watching my face as I laid eyes on his gigantic, throbbing cock. It had somehow escaped the pocket of his underwear and stood stiffly forward. He laughed low in his chest.
Logan drew in a hoarse breath as my hands wrapped around his cock. His head lolled back, mouth open, as I thumbed the head, smiling as the veins of his dick stood out in excitement. I moved my other hand down to palm his balls, gently rolling them against each other before returning my attention to his hot, stiff cock.
Logan shivered, his hands squee
zing my shoulders as I stroked him. I watched his face as I worked him up, admiring the way his lips parted, the way his eyebrows twitched, and the way the muscles of his body held taut.
I snapped the waistband playfully against his sharply-defined hips. “Let’s take this off.”
Whipping his pants and underwear down, he stepped on one pant leg and stepped out. I slid my hands up his lean, muscular thighs and around his round hard ass. I couldn’t believe I now finally had Logan’s cock, precum beading on its tip, right in front of my face.
It was something I’d only fantasized about.
I wondered how I would fit this giant thing into my mouth. Leaning forward, I took the tip of his dick between my lips, swirling my tongue around. Logan gasped and threaded his hands through my hair.
“Oh my god, Maria! Suck it hard!”
I pushed my mouth as far down his thick shaft as I could go, and he cried out. I couldn’t get my mouth too far down on his cock, so I grasped him with my hands, too. I was drooling while my head was bobbing. My saliva was dripping down to lubricate my fingers as they worked their magic from the middle to his base, pumping up and down. He cursed and swore and his hands gripped my hair like a vise.
“St-stop!” he growled and popped his dick out of my mouth.
This time, when he pushed me down against the mattress, his hand grabbed my thigh and tugged my legs apart. He looked up at me, asking without words. I smiled and let my legs be spread apart by his yearning hands. He stroked my thighs as I wrapped my hand around his cock once more and started to slowly pump my hand up and down. He was hot and incredibly solid under my touch.
His hands slipped up my thighs and just about tore off my panties. I shifted, adjusting my hips to give him a better angle, the tips of his fingers seeking out my clit with ease. I sucked in a breath through my teeth as he started to gently rub around the hard, hot nub of pure fire, one finger slipping in between my lips, slipping inside into that warm wetness.
I grabbed his face with one hand and pulled him forward, taking his big lip into my mouth, sucking at it as his finger crooked inside me, the pressure on my clit increasing in equal measure. Our breaths came faster, shallower, and one look at the expression on his face told me he was in utter and complete bliss. The muscles of his lower stomach pulled tighter, contracting. The fire he’d lit in my belly was growing unbearable, an electric charge against my already-sensitive nerves that gradually made every moment less coordinated, more urgent. A high-pitched whine escaped from my throat as his fingers pumped me, placed so perfectly against the tight ball of heat that was my clit. Every movement of his hand ricocheted through my entire body, into the deepest parts of every bone, every nerve, every cell.
My head fell back against the headboard, my arm still working his cock, and with all the energy and focus I could muster, I gritted my teeth and started pumping him as hard and as fast as I could manage. His hand faltered, and when I managed to open my eyes to see how every single muscle of his body — particularly his stomach, his thighs — were straining with the effort, I could only stare. He was close to the brink and he moved away from my hands deliberately.
He bent over and his head found my clit again, his fingers slipped back inside my pussy and curled in the exact way that would touch that special spot; his warm lips planted firmly over my clit, licking slowly, gently, incessantly. His breaths against the soft skin of my thighs, my hips, my cunt, made me shiver and sigh. The heat that had coiled there was smoldering, and his tongue, his lips, his fingers soon condensed it into an ocean of white-hot light. My knees pulled up towards my chest as heat spasmed through my entire body, my insides twitching around his fingers, clamping down as he ignited a tsunami of pleasure that roared through my entire body and left me speechless, and feeling boneless.
But I still wasn’t finished with him, not by far. Something much deeper called for satisfaction and now was the time. I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. “Logan...”
His eyes stared at me hungrily. “Don’t worry, you are so going to get fucked.”
Excitement danced across my skin. “I don’t know what the best position is for…” I gestured down at my belly.
“I can help with that,” his deep masculine voice answered.
He moved me quickly onto my side, pausing only to squeeze my breast and nipple and suck my earlobe. After we had stuffed a pillow under my belly, he lay down behind me, shifting his hips close to mine. His wet-tipped cock was pressed up against my ass, eager and ready for action.
“I’m not going to be rough, but,” he kissed my neck, whispering the next words, “it’ll still feel incredible.” I could tell that he was trying to keep his voice regular.
“God, I want you so bad,” I moaned. The relief of my orgasm was only temporary as the heat flared in my blood again.
His hands slipped down my back, brushing his fingers over my bare skin. When I shivered, he lowered his head and kissed my shoulder. I sighed softly, and he kissed me again, trailing his lips across my shoulder blades while his hands drew light circles on my hip. The mattress dipped as he shifted closer, his hips pressed against my ass. I arched my back, sticking out my ass. He gripped my top hip firmly, fingers stretched wide as he maneuvered me into the right position.
I turned and caught his lips with mine. When he laughed, I slipped my tongue into his mouth and ground my ass against his hips. His laugh turned into a gasp, and a low groan. Our kiss deepened as he fondled and pinched my nipple gently. The touch sent a wave of warmth down my entire body, and I shivered in delight, grinding my ass against him with more determination.
He made another sound deep in his throat as he grabbed his cock and guided it into the opening of my desperate, wet cunt. Holding my hips hard, he shoved the head of his long dick inside and then pushed firmly in, stretching me out and filling me up. It was bliss to finally feel him inside me.
His breath was hot against the crook of my neck as he thrust without pounding, slipping stiffly inside the lips of my cunt.
“Maria…” he murmured, voice hoarse. “Maria, Maria…” His hips thrust gently against me, pushing forward with desperation.
His head dropped against my shoulder, a low growl of pleasure in his throat. I closed my eyes in pleasure, grinding my ass against his cock but letting him do most of the work. I wanted a hard, rough fuck, but this is what I could take, and I simply had to wait.
I twisted my head to kiss him again, our panting breaths mingling. He pressed his damp forehead against my temple, and his tempo increased. The sounds of our gentle lovemaking spiraled down to coil in my groin, and I ached for release. My hand drifted down to find my throbbing clit as Logan thrust forward, his cock pumping against my walls. Every movement sent my nerves trembling with pleasure, and when my fingers began to rub against my clit, my entire body reacted all at once. It was a slow, easy kind of delight — the pace was easy, not overwhelming. I focused on his breath, and the fucking awesome feeling of sex after such a long time.
My fingers slipped against my wetness as I matched Logan’s gentle rhythm. Warmth bundled in my belly as my muscles tightened, clamping down around his cock, my nerves quickly sliding towards a powerful, deep climax that rocked my body with wave after wave of pleasure. I cried out and grabbed his beautiful dark locks, pulling his face in, trying to get as much of my mouth on his.
Logan moaned when I came around his cock, his breath hot in my ear. His grip on my thigh tightened, but he forced himself to keep the same gentle, steady pace. He was controlled and took his time. The aftershock of my orgasm kept reverberating through me as our bodies connected, every time the sensation made his breath catch in his throat.
“Sit on me, babe, and fuck me.” Logan’s rough voice was brimming with excitement. I sat up, giggling, and turned around to mount his dark shaft. As he held his cock, I bit my lower lip and slid down ever so slowly while watching his eyes roll back in delight.
“You are so hot, Maria!” His hands crept up gleefully to grab and
hold both of my breasts, like a handbra.
Now it was my turn to fuck him. Bouncing and teasing him, I pumped up and down. He held still for a while, a low growl coming from his throat until he totally lost it. Now meeting my bounces, his controlled hips thrust his dick deep into me, careful to not jar my body.
Warmth flooded my blood, and I closed my eyes to concentrate on my movements, the feeling of his thick cock inside me, the pressure, warmth, and wetness as our bodies came together, his hips pistoning so carefully into my slit.
As his grunts became a strangled moan, he lost his pace, and I braced myself so I would be perfectly still. His hips jumped forward; his hands squeezing my tits as his muscles tightened in a pulsing climax. He yelled out sharply. I felt him come, the warm explosion of his seed, thrusting deep as his cock throbbed. He moaned out again, and his head dropped back, panting. Hot cum squished out as I rocked his hips one more time.
After a moment, I rolled to his side, and he slowly pulled out and lay, loose-limbed, wrapped around me and kissing whatever parts of me he could reach. A gentle pleasure kept running through my body, warming every nerve. I turned around to face his sweat-beaded face. We lay facing each other on the rumpled bed, Logan’s dark eyes studying mine with a bemused smile, his hair brushing my arm.
“Hot damn, that was amazing!” He grinned.
“You are amazing!” What a dream! My heart was so full.
Outside, the field crickets sang. Our heat intertwined around us, melting together in a quiet rush of bliss.
“You’re so beautiful, and I’m so happy you’re all mine. The both of you.” he murmured, eyes soft.
I smiled and curled up as close to him as I could. His warm hand stroked and circled the curve of my belly. I fell asleep deeply in his arms, and for the first time since all this hell started, I felt truly home.
"More!" She screamed...
"You liked that, didn't you?... Well, look at this!" He growled, showing her the tablet. "This chick has even more filthy books!"
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