Living at 40 (Lakeside Cottage Book 1)

by L. B. Dunbar

  “Pajamas,” I state of my attire.

  “Whose boxers are those?” The old pair is something I’ve had for years. The traditional male boxers with small polka dots on the blue material are comfortable and all mine.

  Tilting my head to the side, I ask, “Why?”

  “I . . .” He licks his lips as he stares back at me. “I can’t fuck you in another man’s briefs.”

  Holy . . . what?

  “Excuse me.” Still perched on my elbows, I’m frozen once again but blink in his direction. Logan presses off the door and comes to the side of the bed. His fingers twitch as he reaches forward for my knee and then stops himself, curling his fingers into a fist and returning his hand to his side.

  “Put me on the list.”

  “Logan,” I groan, falling back on the bed and covering my face with both hands. He hisses as I do this, and I spread my fingers to allow me to see him through the slats. His eyes focus on my breasts, un-bra-ed and nipples pert through the thin material of my cotton shirt. Falling backward, the camisole shifted, and a strip of my belly is exposed.

  “Please,” he groans, closing his eyes.

  “Logan, you do not want to be the one to get me pregnant.” My arms fall to my sides, feeling self-conscious in this position of him staring down at me as I lay across my bed.

  “Why not?”

  “Because you have Lorna.”

  Pausing for a moment, he takes a deep breath before responding. “You don’t need me to be the dad. You just want my sperm.” He’s trying to tease me, but his eyes scan my body. He chews at his lower lip. Instantly, I’m as heated as I was standing before him when he sat on the kitchen stool earlier this evening. My head says deny him while my body screams for release, wanting more than my own fingers to perform the finishing act.

  “Fine,” I mutter, sounding petulant even though I’m anything but. My hands curl to fists as I lie on my back.

  “Why do you look like you’re gritting your teeth? Would it really be that bad to sleep with me?” His softening tone puzzles me. He reaches forward, connecting with my skin this time by stroking one finger over my knee and circling the cap before dragging it down my shin. “I’d want you to enjoy it.”

  Yes, please, I think as his finger retraces its path and drags over my knee again, heading up the length of my thigh to the hem of my briefs, which is high on my leg. Reaching the edge, he slips his fingertip just beneath the material at the center of my thigh where my leg meets my hip.

  “I don’t want you to feel like I’m doing you a favor.”

  Please, do me a favor. Do me.

  Logan pulls his finger away and stands taller. “I get it. I’m not Mason, but I still think we’d be good. I’d be good to you.” His eyes avoid mine as he slips his hands into his short’s pockets. He pauses a beat before turning on his feet and heading for my door.

  My body vibrates but watching him walk away, everything in my body screeches to a halt. He can’t leave me like this. I’m too wound up between his touch, and the book, and earlier. Plus, my hormones are raging, and my gut says this is the time. I’m between my cycle.

  Scrambling to my knees on the bed, I follow his retreat, crawling on my knees as he stalks to the door.

  “Wait.” The word rushes out of me as I reach forward, nowhere near able to catch him with my touch. “Don’t . . . leave.”

  A foot from the door, Logan turns back to me.

  “I don’t want Mason.”

  My chest heaves as we stare at one another. I can’t read his expression. Am I really doing this? “But we need some ground rules.”

  Logan tilts his head as his hands come to his hips. “Okay.”

  “It’s only sex. You get in and stay in until I say to move.”

  Logan chuckles, reaching up for his mouth and scrubbing his fingers around his lips. “Never heard that before, but okay.”

  “I’m clean. Rick left me over eight months ago, and I got tested right away when I found out he cheated on me.”

  “Fucking bastard,” Logan says, and the harshness actually warms my insides. He’s pissed on my behalf. “I haven’t been with anyone in over a year.”

  I stare back at him, shocked. “But you’re so . . .”

  “What?” The sharpness in his tone the second time forces me to admit how I see him.

  “Hot.” Slowly the edge in his expression melts away and he grins a sheepish boy grin.

  “You’re fucking hot, too, sweetheart.” Oh God, call me endearments and I’m mush.

  “You don’t need to feel responsible for medical expenses, holding my hand during delivery, or anything thereafter for the remainder of the child’s life.”

  “Jesus,” he mutters as I return us to the rules. Turning his head away from me, he stares out the windows where the sky is a deep bruising color of blues and approaching black. “Fine.”

  He looks back at me. “I have a rule as well.”

  “Okay,” I hesitate.

  “Nothing held back. You let me say what I want, do what I want to your body.”

  Holy shit, yes.

  “Be up front now if there’s a hard limit. I’m not doing safe word shit. You can stop me in the middle of anything, but I’d like to know now where I can’t go.”

  Blinking at him, I swallow around the admission. “I’ve never had anyone in the back, and I don’t know how I feel about that. I also don’t think I’d be into sharing, even if it’s been a fantasy.”

  “Sweet Christ,” he hisses, stepping back to the side of the bed. I shift to follow him, facing him still on my knees on the mattress. “I’d never share you.” The heat in his words scorches my skin, making me feel wanted more than I’ve ever felt.

  “What about you?” I ask, my voice croaking as I speak. “Do you have any limits?”

  “I want to be the only one who fucks you. If this doesn’t work”—he points between our lower bellies—“you can move on . . . to the next guy. But for two weeks, give me a try and be only mine.”

  Wetness floods the plank of the briefs. My core pulses faster than my heart, and my thighs tremble.

  “Logan.” His whispered name is full of my agreement and my need for him. In an instant, his hand is behind my neck, and my mouth crashes to his. I’m up on my knees, flattening myself to him as his other hand smooths down my back, cupping my ass with a hard squeeze. I rock against him, feeling the hint of his length behind stiff material, but it isn’t close enough. My fingers rush for the edge of his tee, pushing it up his chest, breaking the kiss only long enough for him to tug the material over his head. Our lips quickly return to each other’s, tongues seeking connection. His skin is warm, seeping through the thin material of my cotton camisole as my hands skim his sides. Suddenly, I stop.

  Disconnecting our kiss, I glance down at the device attached to him. “Do I need to be worried about anything? I won’t hurt you, will I?” The last thing I want to do is compromise him.

  “It’s my insulin pump. It’s durable and doable to go around it. If it freaks you out, I can remove it for a while.” Cautious eyes meet mine.

  “No,” I blurt, cupping his scruff-covered jaw in hopes to reassure him. “I’ll just be careful near it.”

  I lean forward for another kiss, and all thoughts of his pump are forgotten.

  His fingers find my shoulders and loop under the thin straps of my cami. Logan tugs at the ribbon-thin material, lowering them down my arms, and leans away from me as the top catches on my breasts. He watches as he pulls the straps even lower, allowing my breasts to spring free. Hissing, Logan dips for one breast. Cupping it in his palm and hitching it upward to meet his mouth, he opens and sucks hard. His tongue swirls around the nipple before he draws his lips inward, pulling the hard nip to a peak. Quickly, he moves to the other one, repeating his movements as I comb my fingers through his hair. He stands taller and forces down the remainder of my shirt to my waist.

  Still on my knees, his hands flatten on my thighs, his fingers curling into
the short boxers.

  “Thank God these aren’t someone else’s,” he mutters, leaning in for a kiss.

  “Why?” I mutter against his mouth, but he’s already told me he can’t fuck me in someone else’s briefs. He doesn’t answer me as he guides my lips into another mind-dazzling kiss. As his knuckles stroke at my skin like they did earlier in the day, he inches closer to my center. Suddenly, he pulls back.

  “You aren’t wearing anything underneath.” It’s not a question as much as confirmation when a finger swipes through the small patch of hair and tender folds aching for him. “You’re also soaking wet.”

  “It’s embarrassing,” I admit as I’m nearly dripping with need.

  “It’s fucking hot,” he says, slipping a finger into me and returning his lips to mine. His tongue invades my mouth as his finger delves deep. The kiss is steamy and quick. “Clothes. Off.”

  He reaches for the shirt bunched at my waist and tugs it plus the boxers to my knees.

  “Stay like that,” he demands of my kneeling position, and I work the clothing over my legs, quickly returning to my knees. “Now, where was I?”

  He kisses me once more, deep and lush, before leaning back and watching his hand cup me between my legs. Two fingers enter me in a rush, and I grip his shoulders to steady myself.

  “You’re so wet,” he marvels as though he’s never felt anything like it. Looking up at me, he says, “Never be embarrassed with me.”

  As quickly as he speaks, he returns his gaze to his fingers, and we both watch as he enters me over and over with two thick digits. I’m full but need more of him.

  “I want you to come inside me,” I blurt. I’ve never been so bold. I’m not sheepish in the bedroom, but I’m not the demanding one either. I’m not the one who admits what I want, but I want him more than I care to admit.

  “We’ll get there, beautiful, but first you’ll come. On my fingers. On my tongue, and then all over my dick buried deep inside you.”

  Sweet raspberry bars. My head tips back at his words, at his focused attention, at the feel of his fingers working their magic. I rock into his palm as the heel of his hand massages the sensitive nub that will trigger the first command on his list. “I’ve never had three before.”

  “Commence mission not impossible,” he mutters to himself, his teasing tone mixing with his serious intention to perform a miracle with my body. Dancing against his hand, I release within seconds of his words and his mouth captures mine, absorbing my gasps of surprise. It’s sensory overload to kiss his lips and fuck his fingers, and I can’t concentrate on any one thing. My entire body hums. I don’t know that I’ve ever released so fast.

  As my hands skim down his chest to his waistband, he lifts his fingers coated from me and sucks them into his mouth. Watching me, he swirls his tongue around his own fingers as I unbutton his shorts and tug at the sides, forgoing the zipper. They easily slip from his hips. Boxer briefs in a deep green rest underneath, barely containing one of the biggest dicks I’ve ever seen. Logan is definitely proportionate.

  My thumbs hook into his waistband, but he stops me with a hand on one wrist.

  “Logan, I need you now,” I warn him.

  “We’ll get there, sweetheart. When I’m ready. Now lie back on the bed.”

  12

  [Logan]

  A fantasy of mine has always been a gorgeous woman breathless and eager for me. While I found Chloe incredibly attractive when we married, that attractiveness wore off over time through her changes in physique and attitude. I like curvy women, and Autumn was curvy in all the right places. Her ass was rounded to perfection. Her hips swelled with enough for me to really handlebar her and her breasts—her breasts made her a goddess. Her body is something some ancient sculptor would cast in marble and jack off to all day. She was that flawless, and she was mine for the remainder of this vacation.

  I refused to allow the question in my head of what the end of two weeks might mean. I didn’t want to think about her walking away with my child inside her. I only wanted to revel at this moment where a gorgeous woman was panting for me.

  She lies back, her hair billowing out on the bed, and a hand covers her belly. “None of that,” I command, wiggling free of my khaki shorts. I entered her room barefoot, and I climb over her on the bed, tugging her hand free of her waist. Pinning her wrists by her head, I lean forward and kiss her again. I’m a kisser. I like kissing, and I like how Autumn kisses me back. I really like how she lingers once I pull away, like she’s tethered to me and follows my retreat as if chasing my kiss.

  “No hiding yourself from me,” I warn her. “I think you’re fucking stunning.”

  Her breath hitches as her eyes widen. “We can’t let anyone know.” Her comment surprises me.

  “You want us to be a secret.” I fight the sharpness piercing my tongue.

  “I just don’t need everyone knowing what we are doing because they know why I’m doing it. It’s already too much that Anna shared my thoughts with everyone.”

  In hindsight, Anna was insensitive, although she did try to backtrack, warning all of us not to keep mentioning it, and telling us it was a private matter she should not have shared in the first place. Our teasing of Autumn that first night was only because she was Speck. She was Ben’s little sister, but I wasn’t thinking of her like that now. Underneath my straddled legs was a woman who knew what she wanted and was going to enjoy getting it.

  That declaration is also a good reminder that this is nothing more than sex.

  “Okay,” I acquiesce although I’d love to shout from the rooftops that a gorgeous woman is eager for me to enter her and give her everything in me.

  My hands skim down her arms near her head, coasting along her sides as I shift until my broad body is between her thighs. Angling my hands on her hips, I demand, “Open for me.” Her knees bend outward as her legs spread wider, and I stare down at a beautiful sight of moist skin and curled folds. My mouth waters, and I lower to lick across her seam. She flinches, but I smile against her, slipping over her sensitive skin again and again. My fingers squeeze her hips, and my arms angle in a way her thighs are pinned down. She can’t move, and it heightens the anticipation. My tongue thrusts forward, circling around her before delving inward, and my dick throbs. I’m so hard, and I’m ready to release, but I want this. I want her to explode on my lips, marking me in one more place with her essence. She’s musky and sweet, and I lap it all up until her thighs quiver.

  “Logan. Oh God, Logan. It’s going to be—” Her warning cuts short as I suck at her clit and her back arches. The tension in her body tells me she’s coming, and it isn’t stopping. I shift my hands under her thighs, licking her everywhere, soaking up every drop of her until her hand comes to the top of my head. “Enough.”

  I’ll never have enough of her, and I can’t explain the sensation. I’ve known this woman more than two decades, and I want to kick myself for not seeing what’s been within my reach. A brief flash of Lorna reminds me I wouldn’t change one thing in the past eleven years, but now I need to seize what’s in front of me. I scramble off the bed to remove my boxers and quickly return to my previous position. On my knees this time, I hitch her lower body up my thighs, watching as my bare dick stands at attention. I’ve never been so hard or so nervous. I want to give her what she needs from me.

  With my hands curled under her knees, I lean forward, watching as I fall against her slick folds. The moisture coats my throbbing shaft, and I’m not certain I can wait another second to enter her.

  “Logan,” she pleads. “Please.”

  Begging me. She’s begging me to be inside her, and I don’t want to disappoint her. Stroking over myself once for good measure, I drift my gaze up her body to find her watching me. Her eyes are glazed over like she’s had a sharp hit of something potent. Her hair tumbles over her shoulders. She’s radiant, and I watch her face as I guide myself to her entrance.

  “You’re so huge.” It’s every man’s dream to hear suc
h things, but from her mouth to my ears, it’s a live wire of electricity. Sparks fly as I slip into her wet heat, jolting alive as if I’d been dead inside. I slide to the hilt, sparing no time to surround myself with her.

  “You okay?” I question, worried I’m too much for her. She’s tight, and I’m snug inside her.

  “This is amazing.”

  Jesus, she’s a dream. I pull back, struggling with the sudden friction, eager to repeat the sensation. Surging forward, I’m engulfed in her heat once more, and I watch as I disappear inside her. It’s titillating to watch, like live porn. Only this isn’t obscene. This is otherworldly, and this beautiful woman is transcending me to a place I’ve never been. I’m almost embarrassed how quickly this might end.

  “I . . . you . . .” I can’t find the words as she embraces me in her body, and I slide through liquid heat. Dropping one hand forward to balance myself near her hip, I keep her lower body raised to my thighs and thrust. She yelps, and I glance up at her face. Her head has fallen back to the bed.

  “Take what you need from me. Don’t be gentle.”

  “Autumn,” I groan as my hips flex and my pelvis moves. I rock into her on repeat, surging with sharp, short jabs as her channel rubs my shaft, and the friction heats everything. Too quickly, my lower back tightens. My balls seize, and I thrust forward, holding myself deep inside her. My dick jolts and jets a fountain of relief. Aftershocks follow, forcing every drop from me, but I don’t move. I don’t want to waste a single drip, and I remain over her with her hips tipped upward and my dick filling her.

  I look up at her to find a tear slipping from the corner of one eye.

  “Did I hurt you?” I push upward by the hand balancing me, but she’s quick to slap her hands to my shoulder blades, holding me over her.

  “I’m not hurt.” Her voice croaks, and she swallows as another tear slips free. “I know it couldn’t possibly work this quickly. Like the first time would be a miracle, right? But something inside me feels different already.”