“How did you know the restraints were there?” she asked suspiciously. “Did you set this up in advance?”
Logan’s rich laughter filled the quiet room. “I’d love to be that devious but sadly I’m not. Jared has a…thing for tying up his women. When you defied me, I thought you might like a taste of domination. If it’s not your thing I can untie you.”
He reached for the soft restraints but she shook her head. “No. Wait. This is a…punishment?”
She was already getting turned on from being tied up. It didn’t feel much like discipline.
“It is. You’ll see why if we continue.”
“Your friend does this all the time?” She stalled for time by asking another question. A thought occurred to her. “How the heck did you know?”
Logan raised his hands in surrender. “I found the velvet ties last time I stayed here and gave him a rash of shit about it until he admitted it. He has to be in charge in bed or something like that.”
Ava rolled her eyes. “Yeah, and you don’t care either way. Admit it—you like to be in charge too.”
“I don’t need a woman to be tied up but I do like getting my way. I thought we’d covered that last time. Now what’s it going to be? Tied up or not?”
He was looking at her expectantly and she knew what her answer was. She’d only been delaying the inevitable.
“Tied up,” she conceded. “I hope I don’t regret this.”
“Trust me, good girl.”
He’s the only man in the world she would ever trust to do something like this. She’d had a boyfriend who had once suggested it and Ava had ended that relationship quickly. He’d come across as a guy who would tie her up and then do something that would be all about him. Logan would make sure she enjoyed this, punishment or not.
He insinuated himself between her legs and leaned over her torso. Letting his lips brush her quivering flesh here and there, he drove her slowly out of her mind with the teasing pleasure. His lips encircled an already hard nipple and she arched her back as he suckled it hard, his teeth giving her just the edge of pain.
She could feel his hard cock press into the softness of her belly so she lifted her hips and ground against him. He sucked in a breath and his dick throbbed against her.
“Witch. Naughty little witch,” he murmured against her, letting his tongue slide to the delicate underside of her breast.
He repeated his ministrations on the other side while the cool air caressed her overheated skin. She tugged at the restraints and instantly understood what the punishment was now.
She needed to touch him.
His gorgeous body beckoned and she couldn’t do anything about it. Her wrists were firmly attached to the headboard and she wasn’t getting out until he let her.
“Logan…” she moaned in desperation.
“Easy, honey. It’s all about you. I’ve got everything you need.”
Truer words were never spoken. Before she could reply he kissed and nibbled his way down the curve of her stomach, pressing her thighs further apart. His hot breath caressed her already sensitive clit and her body tightened, poised and ready for what came next.
His tongue lashing at the swollen button, he explored every nook and cranny of her slit making her thrash her head back and forth, calling his name. Thick fingers slid inside her soaked pussy and she groaned as it sent off a trail of sparks through her body. She was on the edge of the cliff, ready to go over.
“So tight, baby. You feel so good.” Logan’s voice sounded like a shovel scraping a dirt road. She shivered as his tongue circled her clit, her entire being ready to fly.
When his mouth closed over it and he sucked and licked gently, she couldn’t hold back the tide of pleasure he evoked. No one had warned her how an orgasm felt with someone she loved. It was all encompassing, owning every tiny particle of her.
Just as he had promised.
There wasn’t a square inch of her that wasn’t under his loving control. The only question was…
Was it love for him?
She didn’t have time to ponder the thought. He’d rolled on a condom and thrust himself inside her sending another wave of delight straight to her toes. Now accustomed to his size and girth, her body welcomed his invasion, tightening on his cock until he groaned with pleasure.
They moved together as sinuously as they danced. It was as if a symphony was playing that only they could hear. The sounds of their ragged breathing and gasps of pleasure mingled with the silent music their bodies made.
A scream built up in Ava’s throat as each stroke of his cock brought her closer to climax. His features were tense, the corded muscles of his neck tight. He nipped at her lips and whispered hot, naughty things in her ear. She was soaring in the sky when she could take no more, exploding one more time.
Wrapping her legs tighter around his waist, he thrust one more time, biting out a few choice expletives. Her cunt tightened around him and he threw his head back with a groan. Each wave of pleasure made the last seem tame in comparison until they finally ebbed, giving her some respite.
She watched in rapt attention as Logan came as well. Pain, pleasure, disbelief, and then contentment all crossed his features one at a time until he slumped on top of her. He was a delicious weight and he pulled away too soon. She tried to protest but he kissed her until her words died.
His fingers fumbled with the fastenings on the velvet ties but with a few tugs her hands were free. She clutched at his shoulders and brought him back down to her, wanting to prolong the closeness for as long as she could. He let her for a few minutes more but eventually pulled away, kissing her reluctantly.
“I’ve got to take care of a few things, good girl. I’ll be right back.”
She was instantly cold as he left the bed and she grabbed the covers, tugging them to her chin. When he returned they curled up together, neither speaking. What they’d experienced had been too strong for words.
She giggled as he nibbled on her chin, whispering sweet words in her ear. His cock was already hard again and it pressed insistently against the globes of her ass. Logan was insatiable.
She turned into his arms, enjoying the luxury of running her hands over the smooth, tanned skin.
“Again,” she whispered huskily.
Ava couldn’t get enough of this man. This man she loved.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Logan was having a wonderful dream. Fighting the morning sun penetrating his eyelids, he sank deeper into the pleasure of the warm mouth and tongue that were currently sucking and licking at his morning wood. If he woke up, it would surely be over, and he could lie here all day immersed in this heaven.
Warm fingers caressed his balls and his lids popped open, the heavy blanket of sleep lifting quickly. One glance told him this was no dream. Ava was giving him the wakeup call of his life. Already his balls were pulled tightly to his body in readiness to spill his seed deep into her throat.
Something she might not thank him for. In fact, it might get him kicked out of bed.
He ran his fingers through her silky curls, all in disarray around her pretty face. “That’s enough, good girl. That’s not where I want to come.”
She came off his cock with a pop and ran her tongue slowly and deliberately from balls to tip. He had to swallow his groan of pleasure and steel the rising tide inside of him. He wanted more than a quick orgasm this morning.
“Are you sure?” she asked huskily. Her tongue tickled the sensitive underside of his dick and he sat up in the bed, pulling away from her talented tongue.
“I’m sure.” The problem was he didn’t sound too fucking sure. He sounded like he wanted a blowjob. Badly. He wasn’t against the idea but he wanted to fuck her more. He didn’t think he’d ever get enough of being inside her snug pussy.
Pushing aside thoughts of the future he snagged a condom from the bedside table and rolled it on. Ava’s fingers tangled with his as she tried to help but all she really managed to do was ramp up his arousal unti
l he ached.
“Naughty,” he taunted, rolling her over on her stomach and giving her bottom a smack. “Such a bad girl.”
If she’d done anything but giggle or wriggle her butt he would have stopped, but damned if she didn’t do both plus look over her shoulder and stick out her tongue. A few more smacks and her bottom was a lovely shade of pink and her pussy was nice and wet. He slid his finger in between her legs and chuckled.
“It’s a definite yes that you enjoy getting spanked.”
She laughed and gave him a pretend pout. “How can going down on you be naughty?”
He pressed a finger inside of her, loving how her muscles immediately tightened on him, sucking him in. “I could have come in your mouth, honey. I doubt you would have enjoyed that.”
He added another digit and she moaned her approval. “I don’t care. I’ve never done that before. It would have been hot,” she panted, rubbing herself against the sheets. He had other plans for her. He pulled her to her knees and pushed her thighs apart.
“You say that now, but the reality might not be what you think. Maybe we can try it sometime.”
He entered her in one hard stroke and her head fell back, her lips parted in a small cry of pleasure.
“Yes,” she groaned. “Sometime. Oh God, fuck me, Logan.”
There was something about her generously curved figure and open appreciation of the pleasure they shared that got to him every time. Even now the view of her rosy bottom, her hourglass figure, and her full breasts hanging down had him fighting to hold onto some shred of control.
He reached around and plucked at the rosy tips already hard under his fingers and she swayed her ass in response, giving his cock a caress from her tight cunt. Holy fuck this felt so damn good. He pulled out and thrust back in, almost seeing stars, the sensations were so intense.
With every stroke she pressed back against him, their movements becoming more frenzied as the dam of pleasure built higher and higher. He slid his hand onto her clit and rubbed circles around the swollen nub.
Her body tensed and she screamed his name as her orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down on his cock and he gritted his teeth, unable to hold back his own climax. It seemed to tear its way from his lower back, through his balls, and out his dick. He was barely able to speak when it finally ended, and he kissed her delicate spine in a show of reverence.
Making love with Ava wasn’t just sex. It was a transformative event. What he did with those feelings he didn’t know. He wasn’t fit for a long term thing. She’d grow tired of his baggage eventually, preferring a man who didn’t have his issues.
But he could give her this – the gift of pleasure. He was positive no man ever had. It was something they shared, just the two of them.
He pulled from her body, both of them shuddering in sensitivity. He padded into the bathroom and returned to hear his phone going off. Rummaging in his pants pocket, the relaxation he’d felt only seconds earlier fled.
Helen Main.
He swiped his thumb across the screen and lifted it to his ear. Ava had sat up in bed and was looking at him with a questioning expression.
“Logan Wright. Is this Helen Main?”
“It is. Logan, is that really you?” The woman’s voice was familiar and brought back a rush of memories good and bad. Why hadn’t he foreseen that would happen? He wasn’t sure he was prepared for it. He had to ignore all the emotions that were threatening his equilibrium.
“It is. I’m glad I was able to track you down, Helen. I need to talk to you.”
There was a long silence before Helen answered. “I’ve missed you, Logan. I knew this day would come eventually. Hoped and dreaded it, all at the same time. When can I see you?”
Logan flicked a glance at Ava who was hanging on every word, at least of his side of the conversation. “We can be there in about an hour. Is that okay?”
“I’ll be here. If you have my number, I assume you have the address,” she replied. “I’ll make breakfast.”
“You don’t have to—”
“Hush now. I always liked cooking for you, Logan.” Images of Logan, his mother, and Helen in the kitchen crowded his brain making it hard to talk. “Get here as soon as you can.”
Helen hung up and he stared at his phone. He hadn’t fucking thought this through. He wasn’t ready to hear why his mom abandoned him. It would be like reliving it all over again and once was fucking enough.
He tossed his phone down on the bedside table determined not to give in to the feelings of weakness. If he could live through it as a boy, he could take it as a grown man. He wouldn’t let this control him.
“We need to shower and dress. Helen is waiting for us.” Logan turned on his heel and headed into the bathroom. Ava had been looking at him with something akin to fear. She understood the stakes today almost as well as he did.
He wouldn’t let her see him as anything else but strong. No matter what Helen Main had to say.
* * * *
Helen Main’s home was a lovely ranch style painted a soft cream with dark green shutters. Ava got out of the car and took a deep breath knowing the next few minutes were going to be some of the most difficult of Logan’s life. So much was at stake here she almost second-guessed her decision to show him the redacted statement from the files. If she hadn’t they wouldn’t be here exposing him to more pain.
And she wanted to protect him.
That was what love was, she supposed. She’d rather feel pain worse than she could ever imagine than let Logan feel even a fraction. But there was no going back in time. They were here and she would stand by his side no matter what they heard today. He’d need her and she wouldn’t let him down.
As they neared the front door it flew open and an older woman with pretty features and graying hair stepped out onto to the front porch. Small and delicate, her blue eyes had already begun to fill with tears and she held out her arms in welcome.
“Logan! Come here and give me a hug.”
For a moment Logan seemed to hesitate but then he let the tiny woman enfold him in her arms. A few tears slid down her cheeks and she clung to him, her expression at once both joyous and sad. Logan cleared his throat a few times, obviously emotional at the reunion.
Helen finally stepped back and gave Ava her attention. “You’ve brought a friend.” The woman extended her hand with a smile. “I’m Helen Main, dear. An old family friend.”
“Ava Hayworth.” Ava shook Helen’s hand and the woman smiled in welcome.
Helen clasped her hands in delight. “It’s so nice to meet a friend of Logan’s.” Helen waved them into the house. “Please come in. I’ve made some breakfast. I hope you’re hungry.”
They followed Helen, Logan giving Ava a wary glance. He was obviously as worried as she was about what they were going to hear this morning.
Helen’s breakfast bar was stacked with large plates of bacon, scrambled eggs, and pancakes. Despite the tension in the air, Ava’s stomach grumbled with hunger.
“Please have a seat and help yourselves. Juice? Coffee?”
Both Ava and Logan answered affirmatively to the offer of coffee and began filling their plates. Helen sat down with them at the bar and began pouring maple syrup over her pancakes.
“You always were a heartbreaker, Logan. Goodness, you had every female in Corville in love with you.”
As far as Ava could tell, nothing had changed except that she was now added to those ranks.
“Not every one, Helen,” Logan said dryly. “I’m sure there were more than a few who had no interest.”
“Name two,” Helen retorted. “You had to beat them off with a stick if I remember right.”
The back of Logan’s neck had turned a dull red. “Where are Katie and Todd?”
Helen laughed. “Grown. Katie’s a schoolteacher and married with two children. Todd owns an extermination business and is divorced with a son. They weren’t that much younger than you.” She turned to Ava. “Katie and Todd are my
children from my first marriage. They worshipped the ground Logan walked on. He was older and therefore idol-worthy.”
“I remember,” Logan said slowly, his gaze far away. “Katie always wanted to be a teacher.”
“She did,” Helen agreed. “I also have two more children from my second marriage. But they’re grown as well. Two fine girls.”
They ate in silence for a few minutes, no one wanting to rock the tenuous boat they were on. Helen stood up and went to the coffee pot, refilling their mugs. Her expression closed, her lips pressed together. The smiling woman who had met them at the door was suddenly filled with tension.
“Has Sheriff Jesse retired yet?”
Logan nodded. “He’s passed on, actually. I’m sheriff of Corville now.”
If Ava wasn’t mistaken, Helen took a deep breath of relief. Her entire body language seemed to change back, becoming more relaxed.
“May God have mercy on his soul.” Helen returned the pot to the warmer. “He was a hard man.”
“Bill Bryson is dead also. Shot in the head a few weeks ago.” Logan appeared to be watching Helen’s reaction closely. She didn’t disappoint. Clutching the counter, her face went white with shock.
“Bill is dead?” She sat carefully on the chair. “May God have mercy on his soul as well.”
Logan put down his fork and pushed his plate away. The pleasantries were done. His jaw was tight and clearly he was a man on a mission. “I need to know the truth, Helen. I need to know what happened. I’ve learned some but it only created more questions. I hope you can answer them.”
Helen nodded and wrapped her hands around her coffee cup. “I’ll tell you what I know and what I think. Those are two separate things. I can’t prove any of it. Not really.”
“I might be able to,” Logan replied. “Tell me about Bill and my mother. I know he’s my father.”
Helen’s eyes shone with tears. “Your mother never wanted you to know, Logan. I don’t know how many times Bill would show up at the apartment and try and convince your mother to tell you. I lost count. But she never would, and it only got worse as you grew up. Bill could see you were head and shoulders above his other sons. He blamed Margaret but it was him that raised them to simply be yes-men. He hated them in his way, and admired what you were becoming. He wanted it, coveted it, so he tried bullying your mother. She wasn’t afraid of him and always sent him away. In the end it may have been a fatal mistake.”
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