A Promise Never Forgotten

by KaLyn Cooper

  “Oh, no.” Teagan suddenly felt sorry for the handsome man across the table. Cringing, she asked, “She had to go potty?”

  “Oh, yeah.” He shook his head. “I wasn’t about to let her go by herself, nor was I going to let her go into the men’s room. That place has a rowdy pickup bar, but I was hoping we were there early enough so she wouldn’t be exposed to those type of people.”

  Teagan gave his hand a little squeeze. She could only imagine how embarrassing the situation had been for him. “I’m so sorry. I never meant for you to be put into that position. You don’t ever have to take her out, by yourself, again.”

  “No. I’ll take her out again. I’ll just have to be a little more conscientious of the establishment.”

  “So, what did you do?” Teagan asked, holding back a laugh.

  “I took her by the hand and walked her to the ladies room door and waited for her in the hall.” He grinned, or maybe it was a grimace. “The door hadn’t finished closing when one of those women walked by and asked me if I wanted her to help the little princess. I didn’t want that bar babe anywhere near Anora so I told her that I was sure she could handle herself. Through the door, I heard her quizzing Anora, asking if I were her father. Our little girl told her no, I was her Uncle. The bitch pressed her harder and asked if I was married.” Logan’s grin showed two rows of bright white teeth. “Anora proceeded to tell her that no, I wasn’t married, but she and her brother Bran and Aunt Teagan all lived together in my house. We were a family.”

  Teagan wanted to rush home and hug Anora. She also wanted to hug the man across the table. She knew the child’s words had affected him as much as they had just touched her heart. They were all beginning to realize that yes, they were family, although uniquely unconventional.

  Time slipped away as they chatted and devoured the perfectly pan-seared fish, tangy coleslaw and hush puppies. When the waiter returned, she was too stuffed to even think about dessert.

  After paying the bill, Logan stood and made a show of looking at his watch. “One hour and thirty-eight minutes. Can I convince you to join me for a nightcap and maybe an adult movie back at my place?” He took her hand and started toward the door.

  As soon as they were outside, and out of earshot of anyone else, he added, “I want you alone and, in my arms, when the dopamine kicks in.”

  “There you go again, reading my mind.” No sooner had the words left her lips and Logan stopped in the shadow of his SUV.

  “I don’t want to rush you into anything.” His fingertips touched her temples then slid into her hair, stopping when his palms cupped her cheeks. Logan’s intense brown eyes stared down at her. “We can go home and watch a movie that doesn’t involve cartoon characters or overly dramatic teenage actors.”

  “I don’t want to watch any fucking movie.” She leaned her whole body into his rocking her hips against his impressive erection. “And considering we have been together every day for nearly three months, I don’t think we’re rushing anything. I’m a long way from a horny virgin. I know what I want and tonight, I want you. Inside me.” Just to make sure he got the message, she pulled his head down until their lips met. She took control of the kiss but soon surrendered to him, opening her mouth and allowing him to run his tongue over hers.

  “Hey, baby, if you’re giving blowjobs here in the parking lot, can I be next?” Several loud male voices burst into laughter following the crude slurred question.

  Teagan felt Logan’s body tense. She glanced over, quickly assessing the four young men staggering through the parking lot. “A bunch of drunk frat boys. Let’s get out of here.”

  Logan opened her door and she quickly stepped in. She watched to be sure Logan didn’t do anything stupid, like take on four drunken idiots. She had no doubt he would win, but she wanted his ass in a bed, not in jail on assault charges.

  “I’m sorry those boys insulted you.” Logan said as he slid behind the wheel. “Any other time I would’ve taken pleasure in teaching them a little respect.” He reached across the console and gently turned her face towards his. “But tonight is for us. I’m not going to let those inebriated assholes ruin it for us.” He leaned over and gently kissed her lips.

  It wasn’t enough. She wanted more.

  He must’ve seen the need in her eyes.

  “If I kissed you again, we’d be arrested for indecent exposure because I wouldn’t be able to stop until we were both boneless and sated.” He started to lean in as though to kiss her again but then sat up straight and turned the key in the ignition. “I promise I’ll give you everything you need as soon as we’re back home.”

  On the short drive home, Teagan decided to warn the babysitter, fearing the children would see the headlights pull into the driveway and expect her home.

  Teagan – Heading home now but going to hang out next door at Logan’s.

  Erin – No prob. Kids fell asleep right after bath bed and stories. Thanks for letting me use your Hulu!!!! Take your time.

  Teagan – Thanks. I will.

  Like a man on a mission, as soon as he turned off the engine, Logan was out of the SUV and opening the door on her side. He didn’t wait for her to step down but grabbed her by the hips and slowly lowered her down his body.

  There was no way she could miss his prominent erection.

  “I can’t hide how much I want you,” he said before he pulled her against him and crashed his lips on hers.

  It had been so long since a man had handled her so forcefully out of his own need. She didn’t care. She wanted Logan more than she ever wanted a man in her whole life.

  Regretfully, she backed off the kiss. It was so good, but she didn’t want to give Erin a live sex lesson, in case the babysitter happened to look out a window. “Your bed. Now.”

  Without a word, Logan grabbed her hand and practically ran up the steps to his side of the duplex. He had his keys out before he reached the top and the door opened and closed behind them within seconds. He spun her around and shoved her against the wall, capturing her with his hands braced on either side of her shoulders.

  Breathing heavily, he asked, “Are you sure?”

  She let her actions be his answer. With one hand she pulled his head down to hers and bit his lower lip while she ran her fingers up his cock and gave it a slight squeeze.

  “I’ll bet I can be naked in the bed before you are.” She ducked under his arm and dashed off toward the bedroom. Within three steps she had lifted the sundress over her head and let it fly to the floor uncaringly. Her bra was gone by the time she reached the steps.

  She’d worn the blue lacy thong hoping he’d appreciate it but when he grabbed the back string and ripped it off her, moisture pooled between her legs. This was the most erotic, and fun, foreplay she’d ever had.

  When Teagan reached the second-floor landing, she didn’t hear his footsteps behind her. She stopped and glanced back. Halfway down the stairs he stood shirtless, his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, halfway down his narrow hips, displaying that distinct V in the dark line of hair that led from his bellybutton under his boxer briefs. She could see the huge bulge fighting to get loose.

  Logan stood perfectly still, his eyes closed, a scrap of blue lace against his nose.

  She clicked a mental picture. She wanted to remember this, and everything else, about their first time together.

  When he opened his eyes, they were filled with so much heat, longing, and desire. He moved faster than anyone she’d ever seen before taking the steps two at a time.

  She let out a high-pitched squeal and dashed toward his bedroom. Just as she stepped through the door, he grabbed her behind her knees and across her back picking her up and tossing her onto his bed. He followed her down, caging her between his hands and knees. Somewhere along the line, he’d lost the rest of his clothes.

  She let out a giggle, feeling young and beautiful once again.

  They were both breathing hard, not from the sprint but from anticipation.

  “I’m s
orry.” Regret flashed in Logan’s eyes. “I’m not going to last very long this first time.” He dropped his head down to brush a kiss across her lips. “I promise I’ll take more time next round.”

  She lifted her hands to his shoulders and rocked her hips so she could free her legs pinned between his calves. She worked her legs around his waist. “I’m not fragile. I need you hard and fast. It’s been a long time for me.”

  “Fuck.” He dropped his forehead to hers. “I knew it was going to be like that with us.” He reached over and opened the drawer in the nightstand and pulled out a roll of condoms.

  Teagan giggled. “I don’t think we’re going to be able to use all those tonight, but I like the way you think.” She grabbed the roll from him and ripped off a packet, opening it with her teeth. She shoved him and he went willingly to his back. “Allow me.”

  The pearl on the tip of his cock indicating his readiness was more than she could resist. She leaned down and licked it up.

  Logan bolted upright and grabbed her shoulders. “No. Not this time.” He snatched the condom away from her and expertly rolled it down his length before he rolled her to her back. With the palms of his hands he gently spread her thighs.

  He didn’t move. Only stared.

  With one finger he traced her wet folds, gently separating them, exposing her completely to him. He ran his finger the length between her channel and her clit then licked his wet finger clean. He closed his eyes as though savoring every drop. “Next time, I’m going to taste you, make you come with nothing but my mouth and fingers.”

  “You can do that next time, but right now I want you inside me.” Because if he touched her one more time she was going to explode right then. “Please tell me you haven’t forgotten what I asked for…hard and fast, remember?”

  “Oh, I remember. I just want to make sure you’re ready.” He rubbed her juices over the tip before he positioned his cock at her entrance.

  Teagan loved that feeling when a man first slid into her, filling her for the first time. Most men liked it, too, and Logan was no exception. A tense-filled bliss covered his face. It was agony and ecstasy all in one stroke.

  When he didn’t move for one breath, then two, she knew what he was doing. He was big and was letting her grow accustomed to his length and girth. After a second, she understood that he had more to give. She rocked up taking him home.

  Logan’s body went completely stiff as he sucked in a ragged breath.

  Good. She’d surprised him.

  “Christ, Teagan,” he said on a long exhale. “You’re perfect.”

  “Not hardly.” She smacked his bare ass. “This looks much better if you move.”

  As ordered, Logan withdrew almost completely before slamming back into her.

  “Yes,” she huffed out. “Again.”

  “Fucking perfect.” He repeated his act, pulling out almost completely before shoving back in.

  She met him stroke for stroke by lifting her hips. Within minutes she was close, and by the strain on his face, she could tell he was too.

  “Come for me, T. Take us both,” he ordered through clenched teeth.

  “Almost there,” she panted out.

  Logan bent and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard.

  Holy fuck. Teagan had never felt the connection between her breasts and her clit before. His teeth scraped across her nipple and she exploded. Her whole body shook with its release. Just as dark bliss closed in around her, Logan’s body arched and he drove deeply into her, holding the position as is arms and shoulders quivered.

  Teagan rose from the depths of ecstasy as a butterfly flitted over her face. Opening her eyes, Logan completely filled her vision.

  “Next time will be better,” he promised and lightly touched his lips to her chin.

  “I don’t see how it could be.” Teagan was no virgin, but she had never had sex that intense before in her life. “You wore me out.”

  Logan brushed a few strands of hair back from her face and curled them around her ear. “Take a power nap.” He kissed her softly and pulled the covers over her shoulders. “We’ll try this again when you're rejuvenated.”

  She awoke with an aching clit, arching her back as Logan sucked on her breast and kneaded the other one with his hand.

  “Your breasts are perfect,” he claimed when she opened her eyes.

  He needed to know the truth, and now. “No, actually they aren’t.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Logan had never met a woman who thought her breasts were perfect. He’d had surgically enhanced ones in his hands, and his mouth. He’d once dated a woman who’d had breast reduction surgery. Personally, he considered that a shame. He was undeniably a breast man. Sure, he could admire a woman’s perfect ass. Long shapely legs were always nice. But show him a pair of rounded breasts and he was instantly hard. Let him caress the soft skin and weigh their fullness, and he’d drip in anticipation.

  Breasts did it for him every fucking time.

  He loved their different shapes. Large, small, round, long, it didn’t matter to him. He enjoyed them all. He was also fascinated with nipples. Some women had large dark areolas and nipples smaller than a pea. Other women had small circles barely darker than their own skin. He’d once slept with a frog hog who had extremely long nipples.

  Teagan’s were perfect. There was no other word for them. They filled his large hands but didn’t look huge on her petite frame. Her aerola was a peachy-pink color, several shades darker than her naturally ivory skin. He loved the way they wrinkled, and her nipple hardened instantly when he touched them. She was so responsive.

  “In my unquestionably male opinion, which from now on is the only one that counts, these are perfect.” He cupped them in both hands then kissed each nipple. To his delight, they pebbled immediately.

  Teagan rolled away and sat up, her back against his headboard and wouldn’t look at him. “Don’t get used to them. I might not have been for long.” She swallowed hard. “I…I…I’m thinking about having them removed.”

  He couldn’t control the way his body jerked back. “Why the fuck would you do that?” He glared at her. Was she fucking crazy?

  Her eyes glistened in the subdued bedroom light.

  Fuck. Now he’d gone and done it. He’d upset her. He hated when women cried. Especially when he didn’t understand why.

  She inhaled a deep breath, visibly gathering her resolve. “I carry the breast cancer gene.”

  He didn’t know anything about breast cancer, but he knew that any kind of cancer was terrible. “Does that mean that you’re going to get breast cancer?”

  She shrugged. “Most women in the United States have about a twelve percent risk of developing breast cancer. Recent studies show that because I have mutations in both breast cancer genes, I’m at about a seventy-two percent risk.”

  Fuck. That was nearly a seventy-five percent chance that she would get breast cancer. “Are you sure?”

  Her eyebrows pinched together. “About the exact numbers? I try to stay current—"

  “No.” He closed the distance between them. “Are you sure that you carry that gene? If it’s DNA, then it’s hereditary. Does your mother have it?”

  “Yes, it’s hereditary but I don’t know if my mother carries the gene or not.” She glanced away then back at him. “Mom was always closed mouthed about anything family health related. She’s never told me who my father was. Given her current state of mind, I don’t think I’ll ever find out. She doesn’t even recognize me when I walk in the room to visit her. Sometimes she’ll talk to me as though I’m a child. Her body is healthy, at least for now, but her mind…”

  At the moment, Logan didn’t give a shit about her mother. He was much more concerned with Teagan and her cancer revelation. “I’m sorry about your mother.” He put his arm around her and pulled her tight against his body. “She’s in a safe place, now, where they seem to be taking good care of her.”

  Teagan nodded. “I like t
his new place so much better than where she was back in DC. They really treat her with respect, even though she tells them the same story over and over again.”

  “T, I don’t want to talk about your mom right now, I want to talk about you.” Logan turned his head and kissed her temple. “You said you were sure you have this cancer gene.”

  She nodded but said nothing.

  “How long have you known?” He pressed.

  When she didn’t answer right away, he knew she needed more time. They needed more time. He hoped that one day she would trust him enough to tell him all her secrets.

  She let out a long breath then finally spoke. “When I got promoted to Lieutenant, they discovered a lump during my annual exam. They biopsied it and thankfully it was benign. They were able to give me the DNA test which confirmed that I carried the gene. Actually, both my BRAC one and two are mutated. That puts me at an even higher risk.”

  Okay. This he could deal with. Assure that there is a problem. Next step, possible resolutions. “What can be done to increase your chances?”

  “I go for screening twice a year. One time I’ll get a digital mammogram and the next an MRI.” She forced a grin that didn’t reach her eyes, then she cupped her bare breasts. “These babies get groped a lot. I also do my monthly self-exam.”

  “I can help with that,” Logan tried to tease.

  “No, you can’t.” She stared at him with heat in her eyes. “When you touch me, you’re so gentle. It ignites every nerve in my body which screams it wants sex, immediately.” Teagan blinked and her blue eyes were cold. “When the doctors and technicians touch me, there is nothing sensual about it. They’re looking for lumps that don’t belong there. They’re repositioning my breast for the best possible picture to catch even the smallest clump of cells mutating. When you touch me, you bring me pleasure. When they touch me, it’s a necessary ordeal.”

  Logan ran the tips of his fingers from her forehead to her chin. “I don’t want to bring you anything but pleasure.” He touched his lips to hers briefly. He needed to know more. So much more. He intended to research those BRCA genes, but he had a perfect source in his arms. “Other than continual checking, isn’t there something else that can be done?”