by Rhian Cahill
“Look, Barbie—”
“Don’t start making excuses. I know you’re angry that Dirk loves me but it isn’t my fault. You should never have tried to hold onto him for so long when you knew he didn’t love you.”
“What? The first I knew there was anything wrong with my marriage was the day you turned up on my doorstep telling me my husband was screwing you. If Dirk had once had the balls to tell me he didn’t love me anymore I’d have divorced him in a minute. As far as I’m concerned it’s good riddance.”
Barbie gasped and spluttered without making any words. Meredith turned to leave but the bimbo finally found something to say.
“You mean you’re not still chasing after him?”
Meredith stopped mid-step. Still chasing Dirk? What the hell was the airhead talking about? She turned back to find the man they were discussing coming toward them. “Why do you think I’m chasing after him? I divorced him, remember? And I’ve seen you a whole three times in my life. Now, at Joan and Walter’s party and the day you darkened my door.”
“But Dirk said…”
“Barbie, sweetheart, is everything all right?” Dirk glanced at Meredith. “Merri? What are you doing here?”
“Dirk.” His use of the pet name she hated caused the food in her stomach to churn. All she’d wanted to do was use the bathroom, instead her wonderful evening had suddenly gone down the toilet. “If you’ll excuse me—”
Barbie burst into tears. The sobs so loud they rang in Meredith’s ears. She had no idea what the other woman was crying about but Dirk turned toward her and started yelling.
“Can’t you just leave us alone?” He held Barbie against his chest. “I’ve told you we’re through and yet you keep insisting on following us around.”
Meredith’s mouth dropped open. What the hell was Dirk-the-dickless talking about? The man had obviously been breathing in Barbie’s bleach-blonde locks because at some point he’d lost his mind. Forget the bathroom, Meredith tried to step around them but Dirk blocked her way.
“I’ve told you and I’ve told you. Leave us—”
“Meredith?”
Meredith looked past Dirk and Barbie to see Logan had joined them. A sigh of relief left her chest. She’d be able to escape now. “Logan.”
Dirk’s mouth dropped open and flapped like a goldfish.
She smiled. Pleased she’d shocked him speechless, a bubble of laughter tickling her throat. Barbie, on the other hand, had no such trouble finding her squeaky high-pitched voice, but her words only made Meredith smile wider and a laugh burst free.
“Oh. My. God.” Barbie stared at her with bug-eyes. “You’re doing Logan!”
Chapter Four
Logan didn’t say a word on the short drive to his house. He didn’t trust himself just yet. Too much emotion rolled around inside him to have this conversation anywhere but his bedroom. After he got Meredith to repeat that “I love you” comment he planned to get her naked. The whir of the garage door closing behind them was the only sound when he cut the engine. Yanking the keys from the ignition, Logan flung open his door and got out of the car.
Striding around the bonnet Logan reached Meredith’s door just as she pushed it open. He gripped her hand and pulled her from the vehicle more roughly than he was comfortable with but he rode a fine edge that threatened to slice him in two.
“Logan?”
“Not one word,” he growled as he pulled her toward the door.
It took him too long to punch in the code for his alarm. Frustration vibrated through his body—need and desperation close behind. He turned and pushed her down the hall. She took two steps to every one of his but he didn’t slow down. Couldn’t slow down.
“Logan—”
“Bedroom. Now.”
The gruffness of his voice startled him. He’d never felt this raw desire with any other woman. Meredith turned him inside out and upside down and Logan doubted that would ever change. Their chemistry was too volatile. Nothing about his feelings for her was calm. Not now that he’d had her beneath him. Heard those words slip past her lips. God he wanted to hear them again.
He kicked the bedroom door closed behind them. The crash of timber reverberated around the room and rattled the window. Breathing hard, Logan spun Meredith around until she slammed into his chest. The softness of her breasts pressed against him sent a spike of heat into his balls. Arousal burned, singed every part of him. Nothing but burying his cock deep in her hot body would douse the fire raging in his veins.
“Say it again,” he demanded.
Their mouths were a breath apart but he didn’t touch her. If they kissed now he’d lose it completely and take what his body screamed was his.
“What?” Her gaze fixed on his and Meredith panted. “Logan I don’t—”
“Tell me again but this time you won’t walk away when you’re done.”
Confusion swirled in her eyes. One breath, then two and he watched as emotions he couldn’t name filled the brown orbs. Logan knew the moment she realized what he was talking about. Her lips stretched in a smile that had his heart kicking in his chest. She brought her hands up to cup his cheeks and holding her gaze steady on his she breathed the words he’d waited a lifetime to hear against his lips.
“I love you, Logan.”
Relief flowed over him followed quickly by a hunger he couldn’t deny. He slanted his lips across hers, his tongue thrusting forward to invade her mouth. She didn’t stop him, if anything she welcomed him with a greedy demand of her own. Logan pushed deeper, stroked and plundered like he’d never kissed her before. It wasn’t enough. In desperation he ripped his mouth from hers and gasped.
“Clothes off.” He tore his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. “Now.”
The clawing need to take her gave his voice a dark feral edge that made Meredith jump. But she wasn’t frightened. Lust flamed in her eyes as she stepped back and stripped off her dress. In seconds they were both naked and coming together in an embrace that must have looked more like a wrestling match than a love match. They toppled to the bed, hands everywhere at once.
Logan slid his hand over her stomach and between her legs. Probing deeper he encountered wet heat that coated his fingers. Growling he rolled her beneath him and shoved his leg between hers. She opened for him, her knees pulled up and wide left her pussy open and ready for the taking. And he would take. With his hips cradled by hers, Logan lined up his throbbing cock at her entrance and thrust forward.
They groaned together. Caught deep in the hot grasp of her cunt Logan struggled against coming too soon. Meredith’s body arched under him, her head thrown back, the sweeping curve of her throat tempting him. He leaned over her, trailed his tongue up the gentle slope until he reached her chin and then with tiny nips he made his way back to the pulsing flesh at the base of her neck.
He licked and sucked at her supple skin while keeping his pelvis pressed tight to hers. One stroke, one slide over her slick channel and he’d go off like a rocket. Instead he concentrated on driving Meredith higher. Flicking his tongue out, he teased the edge of her ear, dipped inside before pulling the lobe between his lips and biting the delicate flesh. A shudder rippled down her and centered in her pussy, rolling the length of his cock in a move designed to make him insane. Except he was already there, already out of his mind with lust.
His balls drew up into his body, the burning globes seconds away from exploding in a fiery ball of want and need. Meredith’s feet dug into his thighs and her nails scraped the skin on his ass as she tried to make him move.
“Logan.”
The plea he heard in her voice, felt in her straining body sent him careening over the edge. With savage thrusts he pulled out, pushed in. Pumped his cock into her hard and fast. Sensation licked along his length, lashed at his nerves and made his hips buck faster. Meredith tensed beneath him, a second of complete stillness and then she went wild. She thrashed violently and Logan lost his rhythm but he soon picked up a new one. He powered f
orward, retreated and impaled her repeatedly as her orgasm held them both in its grip.
Finally his body disintegrated. Electric fire shot up his spine and along his cock. Semen burst from him in mind-numbing jets of white-hot lightning. A roar tore from his throat as he slammed to the hilt in her convulsing cunt. The wet fist of her body gripped him as he collapsed on top of her.
Meredith tried to catch her breath but it appeared Logan had stolen that along with her heart. He lay over her, crushing her into the mattress with his weight. Not that she was about to ask him to move. No, she’d be more than happy to stay beneath him for the rest of her life. Unfortunately he had other ideas and rising up on his elbows he stared down at her. He brushed hair from her face before framing it in his hands.
“I know I said before I wasn’t asking, I wouldn’t push for more than you were willing to give but…” He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Marry me. Put me out of my misery and say you’ll spend the rest of your life with me.”
Breath hitched in her throat, butterflies fluttered in her stomach and her heart tripped over. The sting of tears burned in her nose and she felt the first drop slip from the corner of her eye. She couldn’t form words, couldn’t get her answer across in any way but to nod. He stared at her for long seconds, searching her gaze for the truth.
“Say it. I have to hear you say it.”
She smiled through her tears and reached up to place her hand over one of his. His body was taut above hers, his softening cock still lodged within her core and she knew without a shadow of a doubt that what she felt for Logan would never go away. Nothing compared to the emotion consuming her with every breath she took. Lifting her head she pressed her lips to his.
“Yes.” She spoke against his mouth. “I’ll marry you.”
He groaned and pulled her face closer. Capturing her lips with his, Logan kissed her, a sweet kiss full of love and promise. Melting into him, she let him take her where he wanted. In slow degrees he took them deeper and as desire rose, along with his erection, he made love to her like never before. There was no fast and hard. This was slow and easy, soothing and arousing all at once.
They rode to the peak together, a leisurely trip to fulfillment. When satisfaction came it was more powerful and felt more deep because of the love they no longer denied.
Panting for breath, Logan rested his face in the curve of her neck. “I love you.” He kissed her damp skin, stroked his tongue across her collarbone and nipped her shoulder. “Say it again.”
Laughter bubbled up her throat and happiness burst free in her heart. “I love you.”
“And you’ll marry me.”
Still chuckling, Meredith answered him. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
“Good.” He pushed up from the bed, his spent cock slipping from her body and he rolled to the side. “We better get up then.”
Meredith turned on her side to face him. “Why?”
“Plans to make. Things to do.” He slanted a look at her. “Although according to Barbie you’re already doing things.”
His sexy grin sent a shaft of heat through her belly. A smile tugged at her lips and she couldn’t resist.
“No, according to Barbie I’m doing Logan.”
About the Author
Years of slavery to four young aliens and their sire failed to squash the love of writing or reading hiding behind the façade of a boring, stay-at-home mum. Escaping from the mother ship with vivid imagination intact, Rhian uses her superpowers for good.
Okay, so that’s not quite how it happened. Married to her very own hero for over 20 years and raising a family of four kept writing on the back burner, but now with more time to spend on the things that she loves most, Mr. Muse and Rhian have taken over.
Writing multiple genres keeps life interesting and busy. Rhian can be found in numerous places online, where her love of talking is well satisfied. An Aussie who’s spent years living overseas, Rhian and family are now happy residing back in their native land down under.
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