Undone (Unbound Trilogy Book 2)

by Kathy Coopmans

  Which is fine by me because I have no idea how long I’ll be. Long enough to loosen Logan up, I hope.

  Funny how in such a short time my opinion of this place has changed. I still would never do the things people do here; I still won’t judge them either. What I will do is not put up with them coming after Logan like he’s a possession and not a person.

  The hair on my neck kicks up. Out of instinct, I glance over my shoulder, and that’s when I see her.

  Lauren. The bitch from Lexi’s birthday party who was over the top obvious in her want for Logan that desperation was leaking out of her pores.

  She gives me the once-over, slow and deliberate. Brows quirking up and a jealous snarl lifts her lips. Her glare pierces me like a barb. It’s a look of hatred and disgust, and it would have made me self-conscious not long ago. Now her upturned nose, makes me feel sorry for her.

  Pathetic isn’t close to describing her or the way she tilts her head, eyes darting to mine and Logan’s joined hands. Tragic and sad is more like it — a delusional human who needs to be locked away and left with her fantasies.

  The whole lot of them do.

  She reminds me of the women who star in movies where they are obsessed with the man and end up going after the love of his life.

  The thought sends a shiver down my spine.

  I give her the same wave I gave Norah a minute ago and plant the biggest smile on my face. I feel her shooting daggers into my back as we continue through the crowd.

  It’s not until Logan slows as we cross under a set of double doors and down a long hallway that he pauses, and I let out the breath I was holding.

  Logan drops my hand and lifts me into his arms, carrying me up a set of stairs that better lead to his office.

  I need the hell out of that atmosphere that has me jittery and angry.

  “No one comes up here; you got it?” Logan sounds angry. I can’t help but wonder if he’s mad I’m here. Too bad if he is. If he can protect me, then I can him.

  All’s fair in love and war, after all.

  “Sure thing, Logan.”

  The big burly bouncer outside of Logan’s door nods at me as he opens it, a big grin on his face. I nod and smile in return, wobbling a little on my stilettos when Logan sets me on my feet and shoves me against the door before the bouncer likely has his hand off the knob from shutting it.

  “I need to tell you something. Before tonight, the women here didn’t know we worked things out. I wanted to avoid them knowing as long as I could. It was my way of protecting you. I understand if you’re angry I didn’t tell them.”

  After what I just saw, I get it. Still, it stings a little knowing he’s afraid for me over women scorned.

  I see the deep internal torture in Logan’s gaze that swells and twists with mine too. His worry I’d be mad is almost a tragedy.

  “I’m not angry. I’m sad that you feel you have to hide me from women who want you for one thing. It’s asinine, Logan. There isn’t a better word for their behavior. I’m not going to sit around and watch you be miserable because of them.”

  Adrenaline pumps. It has me itching to throw open the door and let them know they can come at me all they want, but they will leave Logan alone.

  “They are my problem, Ellie. Same as this place.”

  “Wrong. When one has a problem, it becomes the other’s. That’s how relationships work, Logan. It’s called to give more than you take. Before you, I wouldn’t have been caught dead in a place like this. Before you, I didn’t want a man’s touch. Before you, I felt dead inside, and you know what? Before Ellie, you did too. Now we are at the beginning of building a happily ever after and if you think I’m afraid of women trying to wedge between us, which none of them have yet by the way, then you don’t know me very well, Logan. They aren’t in this room with us, Logan. Erase them and draw me in your mind. Me, I’m standing here waiting for you to devour me.”

  Desire spirals inside me while love blazes from Logan’s eyes. I will never get tired of him looking at me this way. It’s my favorite look from him besides his rare genuine smile.

  “So that’s how it works, huh? How about if I’m the giver and you the taker? Starting with you shouldn’t have to defend yourself to them, Ellie.”

  “Wrong again. One more and you’re out. I’m not defending myself; I’m staking a claim. You’re the one who shouldn’t. I want the women who have been bothering you to see us together. I hope they think I’m in here getting a piece of the man they want. Whether you choose to stay working here or not, they need to know you are and always will be off-limits. They need to stop bothering you. I’m not sensitive to this lifestyle anymore. I’m not worried about them coming after me. They can’t come between us if we don’t let them. They can’t hurt me by telling me things you’ve done with them because they were all before me.”

  A dancing blue flame of desire replaces that love in his eyes.

  Logan stands there staring down at me, his head slightly slanting as if he still can’t believe he’s deserving of me.

  I don’t have a chance to do anything except gasp as Logan grabs me by the back of my neck, pulling me into him for a kiss that beats every single one he’s given me.

  It’s slow and mind-numbing.

  It’s a thorough consuming of my mouth.

  If possible, when he slants his head, our kiss goes deeper. The man was doing his best to swallow me whole.

  All too quickly, he pulls away, leaving me panting in a puddle of surrender.

  “You are incredible. No more talk about them. Before we get started on what I want to do with you, did you have fun today?” Sincerity and sexuality, they drip from his heaving chest.

  Thank God he’s flipped his mood because if he didn’t, I would have marched out of here and went from room to room telling every woman here to go to Hell.

  “Yes, I had the best time.” I roll my shoulders; the muscles aren’t as tense and stiff as before, thanks to a rubdown from Norah.

  As soon as I was done working today, I met Gabe at a skeet shooting range, and we played two rounds. Even though he showed me no mercy and kicked my ass, it felt good to hold a double-barreled shotgun in my hand and pull the trigger.

  It also made me sad, which led to me telling Gabe about my father’s hobby that intrigued me so much that despite my mother not keen on the idea of me handling a gun, he taught me anyway.

  “I’m glad. Gabe likes you. Not as much as I do though.” He reaches up and twirls a lock of my hair, his breathing picking up, and his hips circling and pressing into me.

  “Well, I would hope not. Gabe is hot and all, just not the man for me.”

  “Is that so?” he counters, a sly grin lifting the corners of his mouth.

  “Yeah, you see there’s this guy I’m head over heels for him. He owns a sex club, totally not the kind of man I thought I fall in love with, but I did. He drives me crazy with want and he used to teach women how to please a man. Now he’s taken his talent and uses it on me. I can’t give him up any more than I can quench this desire for him to touch me. I didn’t come here for sex, but if he’s willing, I’ll gladly take what he’s offering.”

  “He’d be a fool not to take all of you.” Logan sighs, pushing into me harder. “How bad do you want my cock, Ellie?”

  “Badly.”

  “Shit, Ellie.”

  My body lights on fire. Blazes and licks of need harden my nipples and wetness gathers between my legs.

  A dark intensity seeps from Logan; the man is a storm of his own need. Our connection is bouncing off the walls.

  “When I noticed you were sitting at the bar, I about came unhinged. Then I realized that woman out there is here to spend time with me in a place neither of us wants to be. You turned around, and I caught a glimpse of your red dress, lipstick to match, and my dick got hard. Then I thought what should I do with her for coming here looking like my favorite wet dream. Then I realized something else, she isn’t a dream, she’s mine and I’m hers. I ha
te that you’re here, Ellie. Hate those people out there know I’m up here with you, but I’m glad you are, want to know why?”

  Logan’s voice is gravelly. It’s filled with a suggestive erotic tone that has me buckling at my knees.

  “Why?” As long as no one sees us, I don’t care what we do or where we are. Not like I would have before getting to know Logan and falling so deeply in love and trusting him.

  “Because when you saw me coming toward you, happiness was written all over your face. You didn’t give a flying shit there are women out there who want something they’ll never have. You were honestly glad to see me.”

  My veins hum. They vibrate unsteadily knowing Logan is torn between being here and spending time with me.

  “It’s been several days, Logan. I missed you. Please don’t worry about losing time with me. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll wait for as long as it takes for you to figure out what you’re going to do. In the meantime, any luck with hiring a secretary yet?” At least once he hires one, he won’t have to be here sixteen hours a day.

  We are so busy at the store right now too with going through back to school inventory. We’re coming up on our busiest time of the year. People are dropping off clothes like crazy. Norah and I have been working day and night, and by the time we’re finished, most nights I’m too exhausted to move, let alone drive to Logan’s or have him come to me. And when I do drive to his place, I’m fixing the place up and the minute my head hits the pillow, I’m out.

  The last time we were together was when he took the spot on me I never thought I’d give a man.

  “Interviews start the day after tomorrow. It won’t be long before things change. Tonight though, I’m going to live out a fantasy. I thought many times about fucking you on my desk, although, I’d prefer it to be in my home office. If we were there, you wouldn’t be able to watch me fuck you with your cheek pressed to my desk; head turned toward the monitors. I don’t have monitors there like I do here. There’s one that overlooks this room. Before I do that, I’m going to watch this mouth of yours wrapped around my cock, and you’re going to take all of me.”

  There he is, the bossy, controlling man I know him sometimes to be.

  I glance behind him where a bunch of monitors are mounted on the wall. They are all turned off; I’d imagine they scan and hit every room in this place.

  “Is this a lesson then?” I manage to get out between the lumps of longing in my throat.

  He leans in, sinking his face into my hair, hand going to my throat, and a finger resting against my pulse. Hot breath at my ear, sending a tingle down my spine.

  “I’ve never taught you a thing, Ellie. It’s you who’s been teaching me. I’m not talking only sexually. I mean everything. Love, honor, life. Never thought I’d have it so good.”

  Logan is wrong. He’s taught me more than he thinks. More than my thirst for sex. It’s a profound growth inside of me. He’s taught me how to live free.

  A pleased grin splits his lips when he slides his face toward mine, his tongue darts out, eyes drift to my cleavage peeking over my strapless dress, and before I can speak, Logan’s lips meet mine, kissing me mindless.

  I fall into him. Our kiss isn’t innocent like a tease. It’s blistering, flaming, passionate, and it burns in the best way.

  I love kissing him.

  Mouth still fused to mine, Logan walks us backward until his legs hit his desk. He breaks away, gently pushes me down in his chair, hits a few buttons on a keyboard and one of the many monitors comes to life along with the lights dimming and music flowing through the heated air.

  Slow and sensual music with a beat that screams sex.

  His hooded eyes turn to my face, and he watches me as he unbuttons his white dress shirt, shrugging it off and whipping his t-shirt over his head.

  “God, you have a nice body.” It’s mine, so I lean forward and take a lick right up the center of those taut abs. Circling my tongue around a nipple and giving it a little tug.

  “Fucking hell, Ellie.”

  Licking my lips and clenching my thighs, I lean back as he unfastens his belt, yanking it out of the loops and setting it beside him as he works the button on his dress pants. Lifting his hips and letting them drop to the floor.

  I swallow and lick my lips.

  “Now come closer, mouth on my dick.” His deep voice strikes the fire burning inside of me. It sizzles when Logan wraps his hand around the base of his hard erection and begins to stroke.

  Good Lord, I’m suddenly salivating. Before Logan, I would have never thought about doing something like this. There are many before Logan’s. I can’t wait until I start adding up all the afters and compiling them in my head.

  My tongue darts out again to wet my lips. Logan’s stomach tightens, and his hand guides his shaft into my open mouth when I dip down. I pull the thick head of his cock in as far as I can take it, half expecting him to curse. He responds by fisting my hair in his hands.

  “That’s it, baby.” His voice is so rough, deep, and dark that it detonates my nerve endings and sends delirious sparks up the base of my spine. It lingers around my clit, pulses my core. Desperate to make him come.

  “Are you watching?” I tease, tongue licking up the entire base of his thick and pulsing veined shaft. There’s something incredibly erotic about him watching. It has anticipation running through me to watch him take me.

  “Yes, although, your ass is about to be red if you don’t suck my cock.”

  My eyes go wide. God, his filthy mouth, his dominating ways trip me up.

  “You know I don’t mind the sting. I welcome it, Logan.” I’d love to stop and have him spank me. It wouldn’t be the first time, and it won’t be the last. I love it rough, but the need to give him what he wants and do nothing but enjoy myself is enough satisfaction for me. For now, anyway.

  I glance up; his eyes are no longer clouded with disturbing emotions like they were this morning when he told me about selling this place. I know they are hiding beneath the heated depths. They will be until he waits Seth out. Until Shadow is killed, until Lane’s issue is resolved and until he knows we can go after that happily ever after that waits for us.

  Wrapping my hand around the base, I lightly scrape my teeth over the warm pulsing flesh, lick his slit and suck.

  I can’t be sure, but I think Logan throws his head back as a slew of curses fly, and his palms grip me harder. He’s fighting not to slam into my mouth.

  I draw him in and out of my mouth, lick, and fight against the orgasm that wants to rip through me from the idea he’s watching. His hands tug at my hair the harder and longer I suck and lick. When he starts to thicken, I draw him farther in, nearly choking from taking him so deeply.

  “Damn, watching you deep throat me is the hottest thing next to being inside your tight little cunt.”

  Logan surges upward, holding me in place and losing control. “Take it as deep as you can, Ellie. Let me fuck that mouth,” he shouts, powering upward and hitting the back of my throat. I gag, it can’t be helped.

  I close my eyes and take his attack on my mouth, and when I cup his balls, which I’ve learned he loves, I feel him swell even more.

  All the air whooshes out of my lungs when Logan pulls out of me without coming, stands and flips me onto my stomach, his large hands turning my head toward the monitor and then bunches my dress to my waist — yanking my thong down my legs, ripping it and tying my ankles together.

  I nearly come when the sight of him towering over me leaks wetness down my thighs.

  “Logan.”

  “Right here, Ellie. Having your legs tied will make the angle hit your sweet spot with every thrust.”

  “Oh,” I mutter, already feeling the spot tingle.

  Warm hands slide up my thighs until he grips my waist and presses his forehead against the back of my head.

  I buck, needing relief before I come undone.

  Only when his fingers glide down my body and drift between my thighs as he plunges
two inside, do I feel the release burning me up from the inside out.

  Mouth parted, eyes open wide, I let out a forced breath as his long fingers curve upward, and I moan as I watch him finger me.

  In and out, his fingers tease my weeping core.

  It’s sensual. It’s stimulating. It’s the hottest thing I’ve seen.

  “You are fucking beautiful. Do you see what I’m seeing? Your face is flushed, your pussy is dripping. This is all I need right here. This body, your mind, your heart. Fuck.” His rough hand grips my hip, and my right ass cheek burns from the sharp sting he releases from his palm.

  “You, Ellie Wynn, have taken up my entire heart, every bit of my soul. God, you drive me crazy with want. Crazy with need. I’m so glad you came back. So damn lucky. Now watch me make you come on my cock.”

  “Oh, God,” I cry out when my orgasm hits me and curls my toes. It’s not me I’m watching, it’s the magnificent man at my back. The look on his face is sheer delight. It’s released of every bit of stress I’ve seen on him as of late.

  “Going to take this ass again soon too.” He slaps my other cheek, and I jerk forward on his desk. My fingers are losing their grip over the edge in front of me.

  “Give me your hands.”

  He removes his fingers, and at his request, I let go, and he takes me by my wrists, secures his belt around them and growls.

  A whimper escapes as I watch him slide his dick through my folds. My head kicks up, my breasts smash into the wood, legs nearly giving out when he impales me with a deep thrust and pounds into me over and over.

  Unabashed.

  I’m staring at the muscles in his ass contract with every hard thrust when he turns his head and lets out a loud groan as he watches himself flush to my back and fucks me.

  His grunts and my moans fill the air, his body smacking mine as he drives deeper and harder.

  Intense. The man is fucking me into a stupor.

  His hips plunge. They drive, take control, and slam into me over and over. Sweat forms between my breasts, and I wish to God I had this dress off to release them so Logan could soothe the ache.

  “You feel so good, Logan.” My voice comes out broken by the pounding from behind. Logan has never taken me this hard, this furious and in a position where I can’t touch him.