by Tina Rose
Once her front side was thoroughly manipulated, he delicately rolled her over to her stomach. Straddling her mid-section again, he methodically began at her shoulders and worked his way down her back, dropping light kisses on her skin, sending electrical bolts straight to her sex. Inching his way down her lower back to her bottom, caressing and massaging her body until she was nothing but putty in his hands.
“Are you relaxed, my angel?”
“Mmhmm,” she hummed.
“Good,” he said, massaging the cheeks of her bottom, slowly spreading them apart.
With one hand he rubbed the mounds of her ass, the other he slipped into her wet cunt, dragging his finger over her extremely sensitive clit, then entered her pussy with two fingers. All Alana felt was pure pleasure. She was so relaxed, she didn’t notice what Logan’s hands were doing until his finger gently pushed inside her anus. Her eyes flew open as she realized what he was doing.
“Oh,” she gasped in surprise at the feeling of his fingers inside both her openings.
He paused quickly, “Are you okay?”
“Yes, don’t stop. It feels good.” At that moment, her body was so relaxed, everything felt magnificent.
Slowly, he began rhythmic pulsations in and out of her body. Dripping moisture gathered between her legs. Dipping his fingers into her slick, wet cunt, he dragged his wet fingers up to her rear cleft, inserting his thumb, pushing a little further then the last time. The pressure was filling, but not painful.
“Come here, baby,” he said, pulling her hips up from the mattress. “Are you sure about this?” he asked in a gravelly voice.
Shaking her head, she moaned, “Yes.”
“I’m not going to do anything that’s going to hurt, okay?”
“Mmhmm.” She did not want this to stop. It felt naughty, but so good.
Once again he rubbed and massaged the cheeks of her ass, slowly spreading them apart, coating her opening with her own wetness and massage oil. She felt the smooth head of his cock push against her. Leisurely, he pushed his way in. Her breath caught. This was more painful than his fingers. Not unbearable, but painful none the less. Adding a pressure to her clit for pleasure, he pushed a little deeper.
“Ah,” she yelped. Okay, now that did not feel so good.
“Shh,” he soothed, rubbing his free hand across her back. “It’s okay, we’re going slow. I’m not going to hurt you, baby, I promise.”
He was trying to be so tender. She had, after all, asked him for this. The pain from his entrance, combined with the pleasure of teasing her clit was an oddly gratifying feeling. One she welcomed however. She pushed the pain from her mind, welcoming the sensations rocketing through her body. Adding more pressure to her clit as he circled it, he slowly pushed in and out of her, sending the most pleasurable orgasm vibrating throughout her body. She tried to push her hips against his groin to take him deeper, but he kept a tight grip on her as she shuddered around his engorged cock. Coaxing her down from her mind blowing orgasm, he pulled out from her, kissing trails down her back.
“Oh, Logan,” she moaned.
“Are you okay?”
“God, yes, more than okay,” she smiled.
Smiling against her skin, he pushed his still hard cock into her wet pussy, releasing a sigh of contentment.
“Oh, Jesus Alana, you feel so damn good.” Rocking back and forth, in and out, riding the feeling of euphoria until they both exploded with a scream, collapsing on the bed side by side.
“Oh my god, Logan,” she said through gasping breaths, “that was incredible. It felt amazing. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
“Baby that was just the head,” he smiled against her hair.
Alana’s eyes popped open, “Seriously?”
He chuckled, and kissed her head. “It would’ve hurt you if I had gone any further.”
“Well, in that case, you were right, and I’m glad you took it slow and easy. I’m not sure how much more I could’ve handled.”
“But, you enjoyed it? I didn’t hurt you?”
“No, you didn’t hurt me. You made me feel amazing. Treasured.”
“You are treasured, my angel.” Cupping her face between his hands, he pulled her closer and kissed her lips. “Let’s get you cleaned up, I’ll be right back.” Rising from the bed, he headed to the bathroom. Returning with a warm, wet washcloth, he tenderly placed a kiss on her forehead before cleaning her. Yep, he was never letting her go.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“I am starving! You want to head to the Waffle House for some smothered and covered hash browns?” Alana asked while pulling her hair into a messy pony tail.
“Sure, whatever you want,” he replied, slipping on his jeans. “Do you want me to call Dusty and Becky and see if they want to eat with us?”
“Yeah, that would be great.”
While walking into the small living room, Logan’s phone began to ring. Looking at the screen, he saw Dusty’s name and number. With the swipe of his finger he answered the phone. “Hey man, I was just going to call you.”
“Sweetie, you ever see a man with a pair of tits as nice as mine?” a southern accent oozed over the receiver.
“Shelby Lynn, what the hell? Why do you have Dusty’s phone?” Logan snapped.
“He’s in the shower with his girl, and I was missing you Logan. Don’t you miss me at all?”
Ignoring her comment, Logan snapped, “Just tell your brother to call me.”
“What? I’m not good enough to talk to this morning?”
“No, Shelby, I just need to know what their plan is. We’d like to go eat breakfast before we go to the beach.”
“Oh, sweetie, if you were mine, I would’ve already had you fed and watered and ready for seconds.”
“Shelby Lynn, is that really necessary?”
“Is what necessary?” she said in a seductive voice.
“Cut the crap Shelby Lynn. You and I both know there has never been anything between the two of us. This has got to stop before you upset Alana.”
“Sorry, Logan, but maybe she sees what you refuse to see.” All accent was gone, and nothing but anger remained in her voice.
“Just have your brother call me back.”
“Logan, I know you care for me. I’ve known it ever since we were kids at Ole Pete’s place when you defended my honor.”
“I hate to bust your bubble Shelby Lynn, but I wasn’t defending your anything. My best friend was getting the shit beat out of him, and I was just trying to prevent it. Whatever irrational recollections you have are of your own imagination. Now please have Dusty or Becky call me.” He hung up. “Lord, that woman,” he grumbled.
“What woman?” Alana asked, entering the room.
“Shelby Lynn.”
“Oh, I forgot she was here,” she knit her brow. “What kind of trouble is she stirring up today?”
“Nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about, angel. Don’t let her under your skin, that’s what she lives for.”
“Oh, don’t you worry about me, babe. I may be small, but I can hold my own.” Alana responded with a wicked grin. “Are they going to breakfast with us?”
“They’re in the shower. I need to go grab my trunks anyway. Are you coming with me?”
“Of course, I’m not letting you out of my sight.” Kissing his check, they left her small apartment.
As they walked hand in hand to the elevators, Alana heard Uncle James call her name.
“Uh-oh, wonder what I did now?” she whispered. “You go on, I’ll catch up you to at the room, okay?” Quickly kissing Logan on the lips, she walked away. “Yes Uncle James?”
Once Logan made it to the room, he pulled his key from his pocket and entered.
Shelby Lynn lay sprawled out over the bed wearing a white camisole and boy shorts with a pink satin bra showing underneath. There were no signs of Dusty or Becky. Rolling his eyes, he asked, “Where’s your brother?”
“Logan, I was just lying here thinking of you,” she raised up on her knees. “Were you thinking of me too?”
“No, Shelby Lynn, not even a little bit.”
Trying to make his way by the bed to the sliding glass doors, Shelby Lynn hurled herself at him pulling him down on top of her body on the bed.
“Damn it Shelby Lynn!” he roared. “I’ve had enough of this!”
“But I haven’t had near enough of you.” Tugging his head down to meet hers, she assaulted his mouth with her tongue.
The door to the room was cracked open as Alana approached the room. Stopping dead in her tracks as she heard Shelby Lynn moan, “Oh God, Logan, you feel so good. I’ve waited for this for so long.”
“What the hell?” Alana gasped, shoving her way into the room, seeing Logan lying on top of Shelby Lynn with her mouth covering his, and Logan struggling to get away. His arms shot up, grabbing her wrist and pinning them to the sides of her head.
“Enough!” he shouted.
“Oh, honey, I didn’t know you liked it rough.”
“He doesn’t, now let him up and stop with the bullshit Shell!” Dusty’s voice shot through the room as he entered from the balcony. Looking at Alana, Dusty apologized. “I’m sorry for my dumbass sister’s behavior. She’s not used to not getting what she wants.”
“Don’t apologize for me, big brother.” She snapped at Dusty while jerking loose from Logan’s grip and jumping up from the bed. “But I’ll tell you what,” she said looking at Logan, “you come on back when you decide you want more.” She winked as she slipped by him.
“Seriously?” Alana rolled her eyes. “You need to grow up, sugar,” she said, mocking Shelby Lynn’s exaggerated accent. Alana had had enough of this spoiled southern princess. Knowing for a certainty that Logan was hers, she wasn’t the least bit jealous or worried about Shelby Lynn. The poor girl was pathetic, throwing herself at a man that so obviously wasn’t interested. And he wasn’t interested because he only had eyes for Alana. The worry and trepidation in his eyes boring down on her right now tore at her heart.
“Alana, I’m sorry, it wasn’t what it looked like,” he began saying as Alana laid her fingertips over his lips to hush him.
“I know. It’s okay, Logan, I trust you,” she whispered.
Releasing the air from his lungs he had been holding, Logan pulled her into his arms and kissed her as a smile spread across his face.
“You amaze me,” he whispered against her lips.
“Ugh, get a room!” Shelby Lynn stalked to the bathroom, pushing past Dusty, “Buzz kill,” she murmured.
“Grow up!” he called after her.
“What did I miss?” Becky said, entering the room through the sliding glass door.
“Oh, nothing, just Logan getting sexually assaulted,” Alana snickered.
“Assaulted?”
“Yeah, by Dusty’s sister,” they laughed.
“She’s a little spoiled I do believe,” Becky said.
“A little?” Dusty rolled his eyes. “She acts like she’s twelve.”
“Well, I hate to break this to you buddy, but you helped create that monster,” Logan said slapping Dusty on the back.
“Well, I for one am done with giving her any more attention for the moment. I’m starved. Are we going to eat or what?” Alana grabbed Logan’s hand and headed toward the door.
* * * * * * * *
After breakfast, the group split up to gather their beach supplies and then met back at the boardwalk leading down to the beach.
“I can’t wait to get my tan on,” Becky laughed.
“Toes in the water, ass in the sand, baby,” Dusty joked, smacking her booty.
“Watch it, bud!” she teased.
It was a beautiful beach day. A few scattered clouds speckled the sky. Hues of sapphire and turquoise sparkled as the sun shined on the water. Small waves splashed against the shoreline and seagulls cried out overhead. Soft white sand slid between their toes as they made their way close to the edge of the water.
“Does this suit you ladies just fine? Dusty asked, showing them a particular spot with the wave of his arm.
“It’s perfect, sexy, just like you,” Becky replied with a quick kiss to his cheek.
His smile widened, “Anything for you.”
After setting up the chairs, cooler and radio, they decided to take a dip in the water.
“Are you actually going to let me swim this time?’ Alana goaded Logan.
“Well, that depends.”
“Depends on what?”
“On what shade of blue you turn, Smurfette,” he teased, tweaking her nose.
“Smurfette,” she rolled her eyes. “I’ll have you know, I’ve swam in these cold waters since I was a toddler. Floridians have thick skin that way.”
“Just know, I will perform mouth to mouth on you if I think you need it,” he grinned, as she laughed.
Although, the water was cold, they enjoyed splashing around. Dusty tossed Becky into the water, despite her threats and protests. Looking like a mad wet cat as she came up from the water, everyone thought it was funny, except her.
“You just remember, it’s an eye for an eye. I’ll get my revenge. Be on the lookout,” she warned with the wag of her finger.
“Aw now darlin’, come here.” He reached for her, but with a few quick movements of her feet under the water, she flipped Dusty and he went under, sputtering as he reappeared.
“Damn woman,” he laughed, wiping the water from his eyes, “what kind of ninja move was that? Logan, you should take notes.”
“I see that! Becky needs to be on a special ops team,” he laughed.
“Well, I don’t know about you fellas, but I need a beer to wash the salt water out of my mouth.” He peered at Becky as he enunciated the words.
Laughing, they headed to the chairs and cooler for a beer.
Sitting in the hot sun sipping on Coronas and soaking up the sunshine, as the cool breeze from the ocean rushed over their faces had been wonderfully relaxing. They had beaten Dusty and Becky at chicken and touch football, but only because Dusty took “touch” football to a whole other level. It was a great time!
Knowing the day was coming to an end, and not ready to let it go, Alana stood and dropped the towel she had wrapped around her.
“You want to take a walk before we call it a day?” she asked, holding out her hand.
“I thought you’d never ask.” Smiling, he laced his fingers through hers as they strolled down the shoreline. “Is there anything you’d like to do tonight?”
“There’s an eighties rock tribute band playing tonight at the Mahalo Shack. They’re pretty good. I got to see them when they played the bike rally last year.”
“Okay, it’s a date,” he smiled, squeezing her hand. “I’ve had a good time today, have you?”
“I was with you wasn’t I?” she laid her head on his shoulder.
“Hey, that’s supposed to be my line,” he teasingly frowned.
“It’s hard to believe the week is half over, isn’t it?” she sighed.
“I’m trying not to think about it,” he feigned a smile. “For the first time in a long time, I’m not ready to move on to the next place. I never really thought that day would come.”
Alana was at a loss for words. Not wanting to make too much out of what he was saying, she just squeezed his hand.
“I know, this place is beautiful. I love calling it home.”
“Yeah, it’s a beautiful place. But not as b
eautiful as you.” He kissed the top of her hand.
Her cheeks turned red. “You’re so sweet.”
“I feel at home with you. Does that make me sound like a stalker?” he chuckled.
She laughed. “No, not at all. I feel the same way. I just really don’t know what to do about all of this. It wasn’t part of my plan.”
“Your plan huh? You mean meeting an old soldier with a gimp leg, who’s crazy about you wasn’t part of your plan? That’s surprising,” he mocked.
“Stop it!” she snorted, but her heart pounded. He was crazy about her? He didn’t want this to end any more than she did. Her mind raced at the possibilities of being part of his life past the end of this week.
“No, seriously Alana. I know it seems sudden, and I don’t want to jinx it, but I feel different with you. Like I said, I feel like I’m finally home.” Kissing her hand, he pulled her closer and squeezed her tight. What came over him? Sharing his feelings with a girl he just met? I’ve lost it, he thought. But he didn’t care. There was something different about Alana, and he wasn’t willing to let it go without exploring all the promises of a relationship full of love.
“I feel it too, Logan. But what do we do now? You leave in four days. You don’t even know when you’ll be back in the states. How do we make this work?” Tears threatened to flow over the rims of her eyes, as she stopped to look up at him.
“I don’t know yet, but we’ll figure something out. I promise.” Hugging her to his chest, he kissed the top of her head. “You ready to head back?”
Faintly smiling, she nodded her head as they made their way back to Dusty and Becky in surreal tranquility. How were they going to work this out? She knew the moment she set eyes on Logan Montgomery, he was going to rip her heart out, and as sure as she breathed, it was going to happen. She shuddered at the thought.
“Hey, do you guys mind if I go check on my aunt and uncle? I haven’t seen much of them the past few days. I can’t believe Uncle James isn’t hunting me down.” Feeling anything but happy on the inside, she gave her best attempt at a smile. Just a few minutes to get her bearings, that’s all she needed. A minute to herself to sort out all these emotions.