Riding Out the Storm

by Desiree Holt

  “Long story.” He took a swallow of his coffee.

  Jody tucked her legs up under her, pulling the hem of the shirt down as far as possible. “Well, it seems we’re going to have unlimited time here. Sounds to me like a good way to pass the time.”

  “I think I’ll pass on that.”

  “Well, I won’t. You had your fun, Logan. Taking your kid sister’s friend for a roll in the hay. Did it boost your ego? I never mentioned it to Eden, so she still thinks you’re the hero big brother.”

  A muscle twitched on his jawline. “It was a lot more than fun. I don’t make a practice out of falling into bed with my sister’s friends. Especially those I’ve known for half my life.”

  Oh?” She raised an eyebrow. “Then how did I earn such an honor? Somehow we went from a friendly dinner into bed before I had time to think.”

  “You have no idea how long I’d wanted to do that.” His voice was raw and heavy with something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. “How hard it always was to hold back, to build a wall that would keep me safely behind it when you were around.” He reached out a hand and closed his fingers over one ankle, their touch like circlets of branding irons. She tried to shift her legs but he wasn’t having any. “I never expected you to be such a tiger in bed. You liked it, didn’t you? You liked everything we did. I could tell. What a shocker.”

  She clutched her mug as if it were a safety line. “Listen, Logan—”

  “Okay, you want to talk. I’ll talk.” His fingers tightened their grip on her. “You liked it when I bit your nipples and sucked on them,” he went on relentlessly. “When I teased your clit with my tongue and my teeth. When I ate you like a dish of ice cream. When I fucked that sweet little cunt with my fingers. And especially when I filled it with my cock and fucked your brains out. You can tell me no but we both know you’d be lying.”

  Like a thunderbolt spearing through her a vivid memory blasted across her brain.

  “God, Jody, you taste like every man’s wet dream.”

  Her legs were lifted over his shoulders as he knelt between them, his hands lifting her ass to give him full access to her sopping cunt. His tongue licked her slit from top to bottom, the slightly rough surface abrading the slick wetness of her inner lips and sending shards of heat through her body. Her pussy muscles clenched.

  His hands tightened on her ass as he stiffened his tongue and stabbed it into her channel, curling the tip to scrape the sweet spot. She jolted in his grasp but he held her in place, moving his tongue in and out, fucking her with it and pushing her higher and higher.

  She couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything except give herself over to the incredible pleasure raging through her body. One of his hands moved and long fingers pinched her clit, tugged at it, rolled the tormented bundle of nerves.

  “More,” she cried, desperately trying to push herself over the elusive peak he held just out of her reach.

  But he was controlling her release, his demon tongue doing such wicked things to her while his fingers continued their dance with her clit. He pushed her on and on, never letting her tumble over the edge until she screamed for mercy, begged him to let her come and he finally did. An orgasm of epic proportions made her entire body clench as every muscle spasmed and every nerve lit up like a roman candle.

  He continued to lap at her, taking her juice into his mouth, sucking hard at her vaginal opening to gather every last drop. In and out the tongue continued its motion, the thumb and forefinger now pinching her clit hard, harder, until every bit of response had been wrung from her.

  But if she thought he was going to let her rest, she was very much mistaken. He turned her limp body over, pulled her to her knees and with one hard, deep thrust buried his condom-sheathed cock deep inside her cunt. He paused only the barest of moments before pounding into her, his hands gripping her hips to steady her as rode her to yet another orgasm.

  When the walls of her pussy contracted around him, pulling at his shaft, her body shaking with the force of her release, he plunged into her one last time and gave up his release, spurting again and again into the thin latex shield.

  At long last she collapsed forward, barely aware when he slid out of her body. She knew when he got off the bed to dispose of the condom, heard sounds from the bathroom, then he was lying next to her, pulling her against his still-sweat-slicked skin and spooning them together.

  It seemed she’d barely fallen asleep before she woke to feel him inside her again, one of her legs lifted over his thigh, moving in and out of her cunt with a slow, steady motion.

  Jody shook herself, forcing away the erotic daydream.

  Oh yes. The strong sexual pull hadn’t faded in the least. If he didn’t shut up she was going to come right there in the chair without any added stimulation. All he’d done was touch her ankle and already she was coming apart.

  Trying to focus on what Logan was saying and doing her best to pull her scattered thoughts together, she swallowed some of her coffee. The brandy he’d laced it with warmed her as it seeped into her system.

  “And that, Miss Rush, was the problem.”

  “The problem?” she managed to get out. “I don’t get it. We had a great time at dinner. We’re good in bed. Yet when I woke up the next morning you were hustling out the door so fast I didn’t even have a chance to ask what went wrong. I haven’t seen nor heard from you since then. I got that message loud and clear. I want to know why.”

  He still didn’t remove his hand. His fingers were now stroking her ankle slowly, seductively. “All right. You want the truth? I left the way I did because I wanted some time to think things through.”

  Jody stared at him. “What things? What was there to think about?”

  She wished he would quit touching her. The electric charge it sent through her system was making it hard to hold on to her anger.

  “Let’s start with the fact that you turn me inside out and upside down, a confession I certainly never intended to make. But since I’m letting it all hang out here, you might as well know I’ve wanted you since you put on your first bra and I was a horny teenager. You don’t know how many times I wanted to tumble you into my bed, strip off your clothes and fuck the life out of you.”

  Heat raced through her body at his words and the images they conjured up made her pussy throb and her breasts tingle.

  “So why didn’t you? I don’t understand?”

  “First of all, didn’t I just mention you’re my sister’s best friend? I think there are rules about things like that.”

  Her jaw dropped. “Logan, for god’s sake. What century do you think we’re in?”

  He gritted his teeth. “The same one that’s says if you got too pissed off at me—or had…other reactions—it might affect your relationship with Eden. And let me tell you, my conscience has been giving me fits after that night we spent together because of it.”

  Jody couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of her. “I’d never have pegged you for someone with such a tight code of ethics.”

  Red slashed his cheekbones. “Thanks a lot. That speaks well of me, doesn’t it?”

  She sobered instantly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”

  He waved his hand in the air. “Forget it.”

  Silence dropped over them like a smothering cloth. The only sound bleeding through was the wind outside the little structure, still howling through the trees and rain still drenching everything with its staccato tattoo.

  “So?” Jody said at last. “Are you going to give me any answers or not?”

  Logan lifted his hand from her ankle and ran his fingers through his hair then gestured around them. “Start with this cabin. Look around you. Most line shacks are so rustic they’re barely livable. They’re only supposed to be for brief shelter when you’re out working the cattle or riding fences. But this one is off-limits to everyone. It’s mine and it’s where I live my private life.”

  Now she was really confused. “Private life? What are
you talking about? What’s wrong with the ranch? You live there. It’s your home.”

  He snorted. “With my folks visiting unannounced and ranch hands wandering in and out? And Eden showing up whenever she feels like it? Exactly how much privacy do you think I have there, anyway?”

  Heat bloomed on her cheeks as she realized he was talking about bringing women home. She’d never given it any thought and why should she, anyway?

  “I’m sorry. I-I just didn’t think.”

  “You wouldn’t even be thinking about the right things, anyway. Let’s get back to our night together.”

  As if I can think of anything else.

  Lust danced in his eyes. “Think of all the things we did. It was pretty raw and that’s only a smidgen of how I like my sex. It doesn’t begin to give you the big picture.”

  “Then why don’t you tell me? I want to know. I don’t remember objecting to anything, or is my memory failing me? What are you avoiding?”

  His hand tightened on her leg almost imperceptibly. “You want to know the truth about me? Okay, here it is. I’m a Dom. I discovered that this was the life I was into, the most sexually fulfilling one for me, some years ago. Do you understand what that means?”

  Her throat went dry as she realized what he was saying. And she buried her face in her mug. Logan a Dom? A dark curl of lust unfurled deep inside her, shocking her.

  “I-I’ve read about it,” she told him, wetting her bottom lip with her tongue. “A little.”

  Well, actually a lot. Since I discovered erotic romances and got turned on by BDSM. But I sure can’t tell him that. What would Logan Mitchell say if he knew how much it fascinated me? That I have a healthy curiosity about? Me, little Jody Rush.

  “Reading about it is a lot different from doing it, Jody. And it’s more than just a power thing. It’s the framework of a relationship where the key is trust. You have to really trust the other person. On both sides.”

  “I’m not the total novice you obviously think I am,” she said in a quiet voice.

  He gave a rough laugh. “Darlin’, I may have thought that before our night together but you can bet my opinion has changed. Only this is about a lot more than just kinky sex.”

  “You want to explain that to me?”

  “The D/s relationship is one that goes far beyond what we did. It requires total trust between the two people involved and a complete commitment to the life. It embraces bondage, spankings, the submissive totally giving control to another person. Wearing a collar. Maybe being displayed for others to see or being shared with another person. Do you know about all that?”

  “Not all of it but… Did you think I’d be shocked? Is that it?”

  “I wasn’t sure. And you being Eden’s friend sets up boundaries that it’s hard to cross.”

  She studied him, her heart beating erratically as images of them together floated across her mind. “Let’s get off that tack ‘friend’ once and for all, okay? My life is my own business. Besides, Eden doesn’t need to know any details. Not now. Not ever. What else? I know there has to be more.”

  His voice dropped. “You’re right. Let me ask you this. Can you see yourself on your knees in front of me, doing my bidding? Calling me Master? Obeying my every command?”

  Jody ran her tongue over her lower lip. Could she? If the lust spiking through her was any kind of answer, she certainly could. Silently, she nodded.

  “There’s another aspect to the life too.” His voice softened. “One that’s as important as the sexual side. The sub belongs to her Dom, is cared for by him and in her submission she has power because she’s the one who makes him feel good. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

  She ran her fingertip around the rim of her cup, evading his eyes. “Are you saying you’ve had that kind of relationship with every woman you’ve gone out with?”

  He took a swallow of his own coffee. “Most of my relationships are casual but always with women who are into the life. I only had one long-term situation and it…didn’t work out.”

  “Why not?”

  He rose, went to refill his coffee mug and added brandy. “A lot of reasons but nothing I’d care to discuss. At least not now.” He turned to face her again. “Here’s the thing. That night’s haunted me every minute. I want a relationship with you but I don’t want you to think I’m abusing your friendship with Eden or, god forbid, trying to take advantage of you.”

  “I—”

  He held up a hand. “What I’m saying is, it’s going to be damn difficult for me to keep my hands off you for however long we’re here, so you’d better piss me off enough that I don’t touch you. Or else tell me outright that you want this. We’ve got two storms raging here, sweet thing.”

  Jody was so aroused from the discussion that she could barely control herself. She squeezed her thighs together and gripped her mug. This was it. Now or never. All these weeks she’d wanted another chance with this man. Could she accept all that went with it?

  She raised her eyes to look at him, knowing she was about to make a life-changing decision. “I trust you, Logan.” Her words came out on a slow breath. “And I want those things with you. All of them. Everything that kind of relationship means.”

  He let out a long, slow breath, set his coffee cup down and lifted her from the chair.

  “You’d better be sure about this, sweetheart. And I mean damn sure.”

  She nodded and gave him a smile half shy and half coquette. “Surer than I’ve ever been about anything.

  “Okay, then. Game on.”

  When his mouth came down on hers, the storm brewing inside her exploded with its full force, roaring through her unchecked. As his tongue probed her mouth, licking at her, tangling with her own tongue, every pulse point in her body pounded and in her ears was the thunderous sound of her own blood as her heartbeat ratcheted up.

  The kiss plucked at every one of her senses. She felt the hardness of his chest pressing against her, the thick bulge of his cock against her hip, the roughness of his slight beard against the skin of her face. His tongue was everywhere inside her mouth, a heated torch leaving a trail of flames wherever it licked.

  If her pussy had been wet before, it was drenched now, the inner muscles quivering with need. She dragged her fingers through his thick hair, tugging at it as she pulled his head hard against hers.

  When Logan lifted his head, lust was burning in his silver eyes, which had darkened almost to black and his breathing was choppy.

  “Game on, indeed,” he breathed as he carried her to the bed.

  * * * * *

  “Rain.”

  Logan quirked an eyebrow at her as he fastened the lined cuffs around her wrists and tied them to the headboard. “Rain?”

  “My safe word. I read online that in all good BDSM relationships there’s always a safe word.”

  He looked down at her, swallowing a smile. She actually had been reading up on the stuff. Would wonders never cease? Little Jody Rush, who had grown up to be a tantalizing wet dream, actually researching the kind of sex he loved. Craved. The lifestyle that gave him such pleasure.

  “And you picked this because?” he asked.

  “Because if it hadn’t been raining today, this never would have happened.”

  He laughed. “As good a reason as any. Rain it is.”

  He stood beside the bed to admire his handiwork. God, he’d thought about this every minute since their one night together, his mouth watering with the memory of what she’d felt and tasted like. She was spread out before him, hands fastened to the headboard, breasts uptilted, the beaded nipples rising from the plum-colored areolas and just begging for his mouth. For the nipple clamps resting in one of his drawers. Begging to be pinched until the pleasure consumed her and it raced through her system.

  Her tummy was rounded just slightly, the way he liked it and between her thighs lay the nest of curls that matched the riotous gold of her hair. He dropped one hand to her mound and sifted the soft hair through his finge
rs, torn between a desire to drag his tongue through it and the conflicting craving to shave it off. To see her pussy completely bare and open to his mouth and tongue and hands.

  “Are you all right?” he asked. “Everything okay so far?”

  He believed a good Dom always provided a feeling of security for his sub. For Logan it was the only way this could work, for his subs to feel safe and comfortable with him.

  “I’m fine,” she told him, and licked her lips, her eyes bright with anticipation.

  “Know that you are mine to command,” he reminded her, “as well as mine to care for. I will never, ever cause you harm.”

  “I know that.” Light danced in her eyes and her stomach flexed as she drew in a breath. “I told you, I give you my trust.”

  “Spread your legs,” he ordered, kneeling between her thighs. When he saw the wetness gleaming on her skin, he couldn’t suppress the smile of satisfaction. Oh yes. She wanted this as much as he did.

  He traced the line where hip and thigh joined and, rewarded with a darkening of her eyes and a low sound in her throat, he did it again. Her skin was like satin, soft and delicate. He bent low and followed the line of his finger with the tip of his tongue. Again she made that funny little sound in her throat and tried to hitch her hips toward him.

  “Be still,” he told her. “Let me feast on you. You are like a delicious banquet laid out before me and I don’t know which course to start with.”

  Running his fingertips along the insides of her thighs, he gathered the moisture there and licked it from the tips of his fingers. He saw the flare of heat in her eyes as she watched him and his cock pulsed in reaction to it. God, he was harder than steel. Tonight he would fuck her senseless, in every position he could think of, finally taking her ass that he’d wanted so badly the last time.

  “You taste like spun candy,” he told her. “So delicious.”

  Placing a hand on each thigh, he spread them even farther apart, bent his head and licked her slit from end to end. She lurched beneath his touch, a soft moan floating from her lips. Logan moved his hands up to the lips of her cunt, pulling them open and exposing all the slick, wet flesh. He traced the line with his tongue again. And again. And again until she was hitching her hips up to meet his thrusts.