Break (Lakefield Book 3)

by Jennifer Vester

  “Get the fuck away from them!” he roared.

  Brock crowded in and looked at us fiercely, then turned toward the guy just as Logan punched him in the face.

  The man took a swing at Logan and landed a solid punch to his ribs. Brock waded in and punched the man in the gut.

  “Stand down, asshole!” Brock barked.

  Logan surged forward and pinned the man to the wall with a hand around his throat.

  His face was a mask of fury. “You don’t touch them or any other woman that comes in here. Now or ever!”

  Brock pulled on his arm. “Logan, ease up!”

  Logan’s face was red when he let go and his eyes were burning into the man.

  The guy shook himself off and laughed. Then shoved his way through Brock and Logan. He sneered at us as he passed by and left.

  I let out a long breath.

  Before I could speak, Logan snaked his arm around my waist and turned me abruptly toward the back exit.

  “We’re leaving!”

  I looked behind me and saw Brock pull playfully at Andi’s red hair. She batted his hand away and walked back in the bar with him following close behind.

  Chapter Nine

  The car ride home had been quiet. Logan’s face was blank and I couldn’t tell what he was thinking except for the occasional growl or frustrated sigh.

  I gathered the two plants I had bought earlier out of the backseat when we pulled up and followed him into the house. He went straight to the hallway where his bedroom was and I heard a door slam.

  Taking a deep breath, I rolled my eyes.

  He was mad, I got it. He was also being ridiculous. If Andi and I had started screaming we would have had half the bar on top of the man before he actually did anything.

  I took the plants to the kitchen and set them down on the island. My hands started fidgeting with the leaves a little and picking off a few dried spots.

  Logan’s face had been murderous when he had held the man to the wall. It was yet another side of him that I had never seen.

  My pleasant buzz had worn off between the hallway and home. Now my stomach was grumbling.

  Going to the fridge, I pulled out the bottle of wine we had been drinking the night before and a dish with some noodles in it.

  After I warmed up the noodles and poured myself a glass, I wandered down to the basement. It was already getting dark outside when I looked through the front window.

  My phone beeped.

  I sat on the couch and checked it.

  Andi: Home. Brock thinks he just saved me from a serial killer. I told him to fuck off. Again. How’s Logan?

  Kate: Pissed and pouting upstairs.

  Andi: He’ll get over it. Bells says meow.

  Snorting, I took a drink of my wine and thought about Bells. I missed my cat. She was saucy and listened to everything I always told her. I had rescued her as a kitten, ironically out of a tree. When no one claimed her, she had come home with me and had been my best bud ever since.

  I nibbled at the alfredo noodles. They were really good. I wondered if they were one of those boxed meals or whether Logan had made them.

  Taking my wine with me, I ran an extremely hot bath after I ate.

  My phone beeped again.

  Logan: Did you eat?

  So, he had decided to stop pouting.

  Kate: I had the rest of your alfredo.

  I laid my head back against the side of the tub and let the heat of the water warm my body. Today was quite literally one of the weirdest days I had ever had.

  Good. But weird.

  My back slid down into the water and I took a big breath as my head slipped under. My grandmother had always said I was part fish. I just liked being in water. I opened my eyes and let an air bubble escape.

  My eyes looked up through the water and I saw movement at the door. I wrenched out of the water so fast that I knocked my wine glass over. It broke on the side of the tub and the red coloring saturated the water.

  Logan came running in and knocked the door against the wall forcefully. He looked at the glass and the water with panic.

  “Kate! Oh fuck! Where are you hurt?!” he yelled.

  I covered up my breasts and started shaking my head. “I’m not, get out! It’s the wine I knocked over the glass.”

  He let out a growl. “There’s glass everywhere. I’ll help you get out.”

  “NO! I can get it. Please Logan, just go!”

  His eyes met mine. “You’re going to cut yourself! I’ll help. I won’t look at anything, okay?”

  I shook my head. Panic was starting to pulse through me. I didn’t want him to see my birthmark on my stomach.

  He grabbed a towel off the rack and bent down beside the tub. He looked directly in my eyes. “I’m going to lift you out because there’s some glass in there. Just stay still.”

  I shook my head. “No Logan I don’t want you to—”

  He sighed in frustration and dove his hands in the water. One arm hooked around my legs, the other around my back.

  “It’ll be fine. I’ve seen a naked woman or two before.”

  He lifted me from the water and I squeezed my eyes shut. I curled up as much as I could with my arms tucked into my torso and over my breasts. I could feel his arms gripping me tight and cradling me against his chest. The towel he had for me was under my leg, hanging over his arm and unless I uncurled, he wouldn’t be able to put it over me.

  Gawd, don’t look, don’t look.

  He had seen a few naked women before, but I could almost bet none of them had an olive birthmark covering half her mid-section.

  I heard the crunch of glass on the floor and he paused.

  “I’m going to slip my shoes off. I don’t want to track it into the carpet.”

  He shifted around for a minute then walked into the bedroom.

  My eyes opened to see where he was taking me. Instead of just putting me down, he carried me over to the bed and sat down with me in his lap.

  I stared up at him, my face burning from embarrassment.

  He looked down into my eyes with an intense look on his face. His jaw clenched. Then he really looked at me. His eyes slid down to my arms and I tightened them against me. Then they slid further along my body, burning my skin with an intimate perusal.

  “You’re beautiful Kaitlyn,” he whispered.

  “I need the towel Logan,” I said softly.

  His blue eyes came back to mine and stared back at me.

  He swallowed and frowned. “Yeah, sweetheart, I know. I’m tempted to keep you right here for a while though.”

  I blinked up at him. “Logan—”

  His mouth came down on mine in a soft kiss. He teased my lips softly with his tongue. My body heated and I relaxed against him slightly. He shifted back and to the side to lay me down on the bed. His mouth never left mine. His arm slipped free from under my legs, then I felt his hand slide over my hip.

  My arms didn’t move from covering my breasts. I knew if he looked down he would see my stomach. I jerked when his other arm shifted and his hand slipped up to hold the back of my neck.

  “I’m not going to hurt you sweetheart,” he murmured against my lips.

  He gently coaxed my mouth open and took his time exploring it with his tongue.

  My mind started to drift away under his soft attention. My desire for his touch swelled and smoldered deep in my stomach.

  I whimpered against his mouth and he groaned.

  The hand at my hip slid over my leg, rubbing the side softly. Then it slid slowly over my belly and lower.

  I gasped.

  “So beautiful Kaitlyn. Let me touch you.”

  I nodded.

  He pressed his mouth against me more urgently and his hand nudged my legs slowly open. His fingers slid down and started to gently rub against my mound. Then he found my clit and circled.

  I moaned. His tongue became insistent. Gliding in and out rhythmically.

  One of his fingers found my opening a
nd pressed inside.

  He growled and nibbled at my lip. “Fuck.”

  His mouth slid down my face. It tickled as it descended to my neck. He licked the skin under my ear and started sucking as the finger he had in me began diving in and out.

  I arched my back and spread my legs further for him. He took advantage and slipped another finger inside me. I could feel the wetness between my legs and started to moan louder under his careful and steady thrusts.

  His body was pressed into my side. I could feel the heat of him warming me. He pressed his hips into my leg and I could feel his hard bulge through his jeans. He pressed in again and I heard him groan.

  I moved one of my hands up to grip his muscled arm. His body shifted down slightly and his head shifted to my chest. He kissed softly down until he reached the top of my swelling breast. Then he lightly licked across my peaked nipple.

  I yelled and arched against him. “Logan!”

  His mouth came down on me and started sucking hard at it. His tongue licking around it. His fingers started plunging faster in and out of me. My body shifted up and down with the increased tempo.

  The burning in my belly finally reached its peak and I let out a huge moan as the orgasm exploded through me.

  I was panting and shaking and had a strained grip on his shoulder.

  His fingers slipped out as I came down and his head rested on my chest. My hand moved up to his hair and I ran my fingers through it.

  He closed my legs and shifted me further up the bed until my head rested on the pillow.

  His blue eyes swept my face and he gave me a soft smile.

  “Better than my strawberry and whipped cream fantasy any day,” he chuckled.

  I nodded, still unable to think.

  My belly was uncovered and I moved my arm to hide it again. He looked down to see what I was doing then reached up and pinned my wrist to the bed beside me.

  I started to panic. “Logan, don’t.”

  His mouth found my stomach and kissed across it. “You’re beautiful. All of you.”

  I relaxed and he lifted up above me again.

  “Do you feel embarrassed by it?” he asked.

  I sighed, “Yeah, a little.”

  “Looks like a lot.”

  I looked away from him and his hand came up to move my jaw back, so that I was looking at him again. He ran his fingers over my cheek.

  “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. If that’s why you haven’t had sex, then it’s a silly reason. Your body is amazing and even if it wasn’t, you still have a beautiful spirit Kaitlyn.”

  “Thank you,” I said softly. “I’m just me.”

  He chuckled. “I know and I’m still mad about the bar. You surprised me. I didn’t realize how incredibly stubborn you are. I can’t believe I had to call Brock to find you. And that guy in the hallway. I wanted to kill him. Which isn’t like me at all, but I saw his hand on you and I lost my mind. I came down here ready to lay in to you about it and then you gave me this.”

  He paused for a minute while looking at me.

  “I want you Kaitlyn. I’m a complete asshole and you shouldn’t be here.”

  My hand raised to cup his jaw. He leaned into it and closed his eyes.

  I was still a little breathless from my orgasm but my body still felt like it needed something more. His hand moved across my stomach and I tensed. If I was to say yes to anyone, I felt like this was the man I wanted to be with.

  “Okay,” I said softly.

  His eyes opened and he frowned. “What? No.”

  “I want you too. Please show me.”

  “Fuck. Kaitlyn, are you sure?”

  I nodded my head.

  He growled and rolled over.

  “I’m going to hell,” he mumbled.

  His jeans came off quickly, but he left his shirt on. He rolled back over into me and tugged at his boxer briefs. My vision was obscured by his chest but I knew the instant he had removed them when I felt the heat of his shaft against my leg.

  One of his hands moved up my outer thigh and I trembled from the sensation.

  His mouth found mine again and he slanted over me with his body. His leg slipped between my thighs, then he raised up and shifted his body fully between them.

  “This is going to hurt. I’m sorry sweetheart.”

  He lifted one of my legs and pressed the head of his cock against my opening. I could feel it rubbing against me.

  He slipped an arm underneath my shoulders, his hand gripped the back of my neck.

  I pressed against him and he groaned.

  His eyes met mine for a brief second then his mouth descended and he pushed into me. I whimpered at the pain. He was stretching me and my body felt like it wouldn’t accommodate him. The pain was acute.

  His mouth moved down my cheek and sucked at my neck. Then he raised up and thrust himself fully in.

  I closed my eyes and cried out. “Ahh!”

  He was so big. I felt like he was ripping me in half.

  He groaned. “You feel incredible. So, tight Kaitlyn. I can’t stop.”

  He started moving. When he found a steady rhythm, my pain began to ease and all I felt was the heat radiating out from my pelvis.

  My hands slipped up and tugged at the back of his hair.

  He leaned in and started thrusting harder and I moaned when the feeling shot lightning bolts down my back. I could feel the wet slickness as he moved in and out. The burning deep in my belly was igniting.

  One of his hands slipped down my thigh and raised my leg up over his hip. The new position provided him with more room and he went further into me.

  Cupping my breast, he began massaging it and pinched at my nipple. My legs jerked against him from the quick pain then eased again. He repeated the action again then his mouth replaced his hand and he soothed it by licking over my nipple.

  “Kaitlyn, I want you to come all over my cock,” he mumbled, then covered my breast with his mouth and began to suck.

  “Ahh, Logan!” I yelled, and arched my back.

  His mouth released me and he started grinding hard. His teeth found the side of my neck and he bit me. I jerked against him, then felt his tongue soothing the hurt.

  My lust built again quickly and my back arched as an orgasm rolled through me. I could feel myself clenching his cock and tightening around him.

  Logan grunted and started going faster. I could feel the aftershocks of the orgasm hit me over and over.

  He let out a deep moan and thrust himself so far into me that it hurt again. He was so deep that I felt him against my womb. I felt his cock swell and twitch. Then with one last thrust he cried out and I felt a spreading warmth in my abdomen.

  Logan kissed my temple as I lay spent underneath him. My arms and legs felt weak and I trembled several times. He shifted and pulled out of me. I was still sensitive and whimpered from the movement.

  “I’m sorry I hurt you.” He kissed my face softly.

  I shook my head. “Only a little.”

  He sat up and looked at my legs.

  He groaned. “Fuck. I hurt you more than that.”

  I looked down and saw a smear of blood across my thigh.

  “Oh.”

  He ran a hand over his face. “Shit. Let me clean you up.”

  After he put his briefs back on, he went to the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth. He wiped the blood then pressed it against my swollen opening.

  He removed it and frowned. “I need a shower. We need to talk afterward.”

  “Okay,” I said softly.

  “Hmm, you’re beautiful,” he said, as he got up from the bed.

  “So are you,” I said.

  He frowned then took one last look at me and left.

  His abrupt departure made me feel unwanted. I curled up on my side.

  What had I done?

  I liked what he had done to me even though it had hurt. More than liked it, and now I wanted to do it again. He hadn’t said that we were together. He hadn’t pro
mised me anything. I had taken the plunge without those assurances.

  He did like me, even if it was just as a friend. It was something that I would either have to accept or move on from. But just leaving like he did made me feel weird. It wasn’t how I had imagined it would go. A hug or something would have been nice. But I guess when you were in the friend zone, that was how it was. Silly me.

  My heart squeezed a little thinking about it.

  I sighed and sat up in bed.

  Life was still good. Even without the house. Even without my cat beside me. Even just as his friend. I had just orgasmed with Logan Matthews all over me. That had been very good. That was definitely a memory I was going to remember for a very long time.

  I got dressed in a green cami and some sweatpants. In the bathroom, I tried to gather up as much glass as I could. I threw it in the trash and let the tub drain. The water left a slight tint to the white surface. At least it was something I could clean tomorrow.

  Picking up his shoes, I walked upstairs. I could hear the shower going in his bathroom. That thought brought up some interesting images of him naked.

  I shook my head.

  Get a hold of yourself, Kate!

  Not entirely sure where to put his shoes I stepped into the hallway toward his bedroom. Guessing, I opened the door to one of the rooms. It had a large desk with a computer and a lot of stacks of books and folders.

  There was paperwork all over the desk along with an empty pill bottle, turned on its side. There was another one on the floor. He didn’t seem terribly tidy about keeping track of his medication.

  Looks like I found another room to clean.

  I stepped across the hallway and opened the other door.

  It was definitely his bedroom. He had a dark green blanket on a large four-poster bed. The wooden frame looked like it had seen better days with a few nicks on the surface but it looked sturdy. His clothes were thrown into a bin in the corner. There were books stacked on a couple of matching dressers on either side of a huge entertainment center. The walls were devoid of any pictures. There was a chair beside the door that had his jeans on it, along with the shirt he had worn earlier.

  I set the shoes down just inside the door, without venturing any further in.