One Moment

by Elizabeth Savino

  We join Maggie and her friends Joe (who was a girl), her date Brian. Susie and her friend Tom and his girlfriend, Jerri. That made me laugh. They saw me chuckle and laugh along telling me that I’m not the first one to make the connection to the cartoon.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Strip Tease

  I wake with a start, my head pounding but this time it’s not from hitting it. This is the “you had one too many drinks” head pound. Where am I? I lean up on my elbows slowly as to not shake the bed too much and realize I’m in my bed, in my cottage. How did I get here?

  I lift the blanket to look at my body and see that I still have my cute shirt on and my white boy short underwear.

  That’s it.

  I don’t remember taking the rest of my clothes off, but then again, I don’t remember much. I stop to think. I squeeze my eyes shut trying to force myself to remember and stop the room from spinning.

  It starts coming to me in flashes. Dinner with Logan, nasty Rachel coming to our table. Verbal fight in the bathroom. Wine. More wine. Logan opening up about the program he is starting with Helen and her husband Mark. Logan telling me about Cody and how much he loves him. How although raising a son by himself is difficult, life is always full of challenges. Then we went to Claytons.

  Oh.

  My.

  God.

  Claytons. I drank too much beer, add that with the wine. I was having fun, which wasn’t an excuse. We played pool, we laughed. I got drunk. I don’t remember much more. Shit.

  I creak open my eyes and look down to the end of my bed. There is a pair of cowboy boots. They aren’t mine. But what makes this strange is those cowboy boot’s are attached to a pair of well fitting jeans, and in those jeans is Logan. Asleep in my chair with his legs crossed. His 6 foot plus bulky frame looks really uncomfortable trying to fit in my little chair.

  I look at my alarm clock on the mantle. It’s 4:50 in the morning. I can’t let him sleep like that for the rest of the night, can I? Why is he even here? Why does the thought of him not leaving me and being here make butterflies take flight in my belly, in a good way?

  After I get my fill of staring at all that is Logan, I clear my throat. This makes Logan’s handsome blue eyes open and look at me. Damn he’s sexy.

  “Hi.” Is what I offer with a smile.

  “Hey yourself darlin’. How you feelin’?” Logan smirks at me. Leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees. He looks good. His scruff is a little longer on his face giving him a rough sleepy look. Damn he’s so handsome.

  I take inventory so I can answer his question. “My head hurts a bit, but I’ll live.” There it is I’ll live. It’s stupid comments like that. It snaps me back into my reality. Makes me feel guilty for having fun. For letting go for a night. And I did let go, and have fun.

  There I was tonight, or is it considered last night? Having a good time while Grace will never have a good time again. I was drinking beer and laughing while Ellie will never know what it is like to hang out in a bar with people and enjoy a beer. I immediately shut down. Physically feeling the wall go up and shut Logan out.

  “Where’d you just go?” Logan asks me quietly getting up and sitting next to me on the bed. He’s so close I can feel the heat from his body. His torso is twisted so I have his front close to my face, an arm on either side of me caging me in, yet not making me feel trapped. I breathe him in. Even if I don’t want to admit it, I want him. Damn.

  “Nowhere I’m right here.” I answer trying to sound aloof, but probably just sounding like a doof.

  It’s hard for me to concentrate with him being so close that all I have to do is lean forward an inch and kiss him, but I focus when he say’s “Babe, I know I just met you a little more than a week ago. But what I’ve seen so far I like. A lot. You get these moments when you’re here, and then there are moments like just now when you’re not. You’re somewhere else and you shut down. I don’t like when you go there. I’d like you to trust me to talk about it.”

  I look down and gently shake my head in the negative. I hear Logan take a deep breath. I can’t give him that yet. I’d like to, but not now.

  “Maybe someday, but please, not right now. Not when I’m feeling like this. What I’d really like is an aspirin. What are you doing here anyway? And who took my clothes off?” I try to smirk but it comes out forced.

  “To answer your questions, I’ll get you a few aspirin. I feel like getting you aspirin is becoming a habit.” Logan winks at me letting me know that he’s ok with me not opening up yet “I’m here because I had to carry you out of Claytons, you were drunk. Thankfully you’re a fun drunk by the way. Everyone thought so too.” He chuckles which shakes my bed a bit. Not good. I feel my stomach roll a bit.

  “Uh, Logan, aspirin, and more important, did you take my clothes off?”

  “No darlin’, as much as I would have liked to have had that privilege,” (at this my face flames red, but at least he feels that way too) “you did that all on your own.”

  “Damn.”

  “It was a fun show.” Logan say’s while smiling at me. I get lost in his eyes. They are liquid, and he looks like he’s not sure if he wants to devour me or laugh. He is close, so close. I feel myself leaning up towards him.

  “Really?” I ask embarrassed, still feeling a pull towards him.

  Logan smirks but then answers truthfully, “No, not really. I carried you in here because you passed out in my truck. Then when we got in here you ripped off your skirt while climbing under the covers. I closed my eyes, scouts honor.”

  Logan holds up two fingers which looks more like the peace sign than anything the boy scouts would do. I narrow my eyes at him and ask, “Were you even a boy scout?”

  “No.” Logan laughs while gently putting a piece of hair behind my ear. “But unfortunately I didn’t get a chance to look, you scurried under the covers so fast. But I will admit I enjoyed taking off your sandals for you before you ripped your skirt off.”

  “Stop saying I ripped my skirt off.” I try to scowl at Logan, but fail miserably.

  A slow sexy smile graces his face, “Darlin’, I just call it as I see it. Glad I have a college degree or I don’t know if I would have figured out all those strappy things on your sandals.” Logan jokes with me.

  “All right, be a gentleman and turn the other way while I go get some aspirin and water.”

  “You already told me I’m a gentleman so you can’t take it back. As a matter of fact you reiterated the entire conversation with half of Clayton’s about Rachel and her card being revoked. You had the men laughing and the women agreeing. I think you made some friends.”

  At this point I put my face in my hands to hide from embarrassment. Maybe I should just move, again.

  I feel the bed lift as Logan gets up. “Babe, see you unpacked, I’ll get the aspirin for you. Same place?”

  “I moved the aspirin while straightening up my things in the bathroom. I think it’s in the cabinet, on the left. Maybe. I’m not sure. The only thing I’m sure of is I’m never drinking again.”

  “I’ll bring you water. You have to drink that so you don’t get dehydrated. Lay back and rest your head.”

  “You don’t have to do that Logan. I can take care of myself.”

  “I’ll find it. I know I don’t have to do it Laura, I want to. Let me take care of you darlin’.” Logan gently caresses my cheek before walking towards the bathroom.

  “Ok, thanks,” I mumble since I am frozen in place still feeling the warmth from Logan’s gentle touch.

  Logan looks sexy walking through my bedroom. I realize I like having him here. He’s easy to talk to, genuinely nice, the hottest man I have seen in real life and there is just something about us that clicks.

  I take the aspirin and drink some of the cold water he brings me from the kitchen.

  “Do you have to get back for Cody?” I ask after finishing the water.

  “No darlin’’, he’s sleeping at Helen’s house. You tryin’ to get
rid of me?” Logan is standing at the side of my bed looking down at me. He is so big and muscular that my bedroom feels tiny with him in it.

  “Um, no?” I say but it comes out as a question.

  Logan chuckles. I realize I need to use the bathroom, like bad. “Logan, can you turn around please.”

  Quietly Logan whispers, “But I really like the view Laura.”

  I feel my cheeks heat.

  “Damn you’re cute. I’ll turn around, but it’s nothing I don’t intend on seeing…again.”

  “I thought you didn’t look, Boy Scout my ass.” At that comment I jump from the bed and run to the bathroom. Not looking back to see if Logan is watching or not.

  After using the bathroom, and brushing my teeth. I look in the mirror. I don’t look too bad, but I wash my face to get rid of any remaining make-up. I take the clip out of my hair and run my fingers through my tangled locks. Feeling satisfied with my appearance I realize my dilemma. I was so worried about Logan seeing me in my little top and underwear, I forgot to grab something to put on when I had to leave the bathroom. So here I stand trying to figure out my options.

  I could put a towel around myself. But that would look ridiculous. I don’t want to stay in here any longer, that’s just weird. Maybe he left.

  Yeah, I don’t think so. Out of reasonable options, I pull in a fortifying breath open the door and walk out.

  I walk into the bedroom where Logan is standing staring out the window. I decide not climb back into bed, I don’t want him to assume he should join me, do I?

  I quickly look around intending to grab a pair of shorts to throw on, but I was thwarted from this endeavor by Logan striding towards me. I stop and stare at this handsome man looking at me like I’m a tasty treat he’s about to consume.

  I start to back up, only to be stopped when Logan grabs onto my waist with strong capable hands. His hands are firmly circling my hips as he backs me against the wall. I feel the air rush from my lungs just from the look on his face. His eyes are heated, no smoldering, slowly taking me in from head to toe.

  I don’t know if its nerves, or anticipation, but I lick my lips. Again, that’s all it takes.

  Slowly he leans his head down and starts to kiss me. His heat, the pressure of his chest against me, it’s almost too much. I let myself go and lose myself in his kiss. And I mean lose myself. I’m giving it my all, meeting the thrusts of his tongue with my own. There’s biting, sucking and teeth clanking together. He tastes like all man with a hint of mint.

  Logan wedges his thigh between my legs. It’s about the only thing keeping me from melting into a puddle on the floor. I gasp from the feeling. He presses his thigh harder against my core. My body responds before my mind can catch up. The building pressure is robbing me of any thought.

  Nothing could stop me now from grinding my body against his leg. The house could fall down around us, hell the house could fall into a sink hole and I wouldn’t be able to pull myself away.

  One of Logan’s hands travels up my thigh to the bottom of my white hipster underwear. I am thankful for my underwear selection tonight. They are sexy in a cute way.

  The feel of Logan’s rough jeans against me causes a delicious friction that makes a moan fall from my lips. Logan mouth is right there absorbing my cries.

  One of my hands travels to the back of his hair, holding onto a fistful. The other is feeling Logan’s tight chest through his shirt.

  His hand is playing with the lace of my underwear. He presses the palm of his hand on the front of my wet mound. Exerting the perfect amount of pressure. Logan lifts his head from mine and looks straight into my eyes. I assume looking for any clue that I’m not all right with the direction this night is taking. Oh, I am totally alright with it. He won’t find any resistance from me.

  I hope he can tell from my body’s response that I am ready for more. I want everything he’s willing to give me. My eyes close and my head falls back against the wall with a soft thud. I keep grinding into his palm. Exquisite. Amazing. Life altering.

  “Laura, look at me.” Logan growls in a husky voice. He waits until I look into his hooded eyes. I can barely focus on him.

  “Baby, do you want to come?”

  “Um…..” what do you say to that. Fuck yeah? I thought it was obvious by the way I’m grinding against his leg and hand. But I guess he wants to be sure that he’s not pushing me to do something I don’t want.

  “Tell me what you need baby.” Logan whispers against my lips. He doesn’t wait for my response when he adds, “I’ll tell you what I want, I want you wet and going wild against me. I want to feel you come against my fingers. So slick, sweet….all hot and wet for me. Just me. Tell me Laura.”

  “I want to come Logan.” I barely recognize my voice. It’s filled with want, with longing. Logan pushes my panties to the side and thrusts two fingers inside of me.

  “You’re mine Laura.” Logan proclaims while thrusting his fingers inside my wet core. His declaration should have freaked me out. It didn’t, if anything it made me hotter. I feel myself clench around Logan’s fingers. Not missing anything Logan feels it too.

  “You like that don’t you. You like being mine.” Logan say’s while continuing to rub and thrust into me.

  It’s like he knows my body, he is touching just the right spots to make me wild.

  “More,” I say wondering who this brazen woman is.

  “Anything for you baby.”

  Logan starts moving his hand in a steady rhythm. His fingers curl to the perfect spot, I feel my stomach start to build a slow burn. Its building and it’s going to be fantastic.

  I cry out, my back arching pushing my breasts harder into Logan’s chest. I throw my head back, it would have landed hard against the wall if not for Logan anticipating it, cradling my head with his other hand. Protecting me. He is still slowly pumping his hand drawing out my orgasm. I feel limp. Flushed. Content.

  Logan slowly pulls his fingers from me and I find myself whimpering from the loss. But then he shocks me when he takes his fingers and puts them in his mouth, sucking my juices off. I thought that only happened in romance novels.

  “Oh, my, God, that was hot.” I say breathily, in a voice I would never recognize as my own.

  Shit. I said that out loud. “Glad you think so. You taste like honey. Can’t wait to feast on you.”

  I look at Logan’s bulge in his jeans. I want to reciprocate. Badly. “What about you?” I don’t wait for a response. I reach my hand down over Logan and grasp him through his jeans. He’s huge. I pump my hand up and down. Logan growls and crashes his mouth against mine. I try to unbutton his jeans with my other hand, never stopping my movements. Logan tries to pull away but I don’t let him. I need to give this to him.

  I get a few buttons undone on his jeans. I try to go on my knees so I can taste him. Logan has other ideas when he pulls me firmly against him.

  “When I have your mouth on me I want us to have time. Right now we don’t have enough time for what I want to do.”

  “But…..” I feel my cheeks burn for a different reason. He’s rejecting me. I must have read this wrong. But a second ago, against the wall, it seemed like he was into this as much as I was.

  “Next time. I have to get home.” Logan sighs, informing me nonverbally that he would really rather be staying with me. My stomach feels warm again. “Cody is being dropped off in a few hours. You need your sleep darlin’’ no reason for you to be up with the chickens too. But don’t think for one second that I didn’t enjoy that.” He grasps my hand and places it on his hard cock. “That’s what you do to me Laura. All the time.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  I Can’t Do This

  I am walking towards the ranch. I promised Logan after our make out/orgasm session that I would meet him at his ranch at three. He tucked me into bed after I cleaned myself up and kissed my forehead telling me to sleep well.

  So here I am walking up to the ranch, nervous and excited at the same time. The sun
is scorching. I am wearing cut off jean shorts and a pink tank. Wearing my pink Chuck Taylors to match.

  As I approach the ranch I see some men walking about, busy. I hear a little voice yelling at me, “Laura, hi Laura, over here.”

  I look in the field and there’s Cody on top of a huge horse. My heart stops.

  “Pay attention Cody, stop waving.” I frantically yell at him. Acting all mother hen.

  “Don’t worry, he’s a natural,” I hear a woman say while walking up to me.

  She sticks her hand out to shake mine. “You must be Laura, I’m Helen.”

  I take her offered hand and smile at her. “Hi. It’s nice to meet you Helen.”

  Helen is a few inches taller than me with a welcoming smile. She has long blonde hair and I realize she is who I saw leaving Logan’s house the other day. The lines on the side of her eyes say’s she smiles a lot, the lines on her forehead states she worries a lot too.

  “Cody can’t stop talking about you. Neither can Logan.” Helen smiles that knowing smile.

  I feel my face blush. Hopefully she just thinks it’s the heat. I look down to hide my embarrassment when I notice Helen has two hands that are either growing out of her thighs or someone is hiding behind her.

  To change the subject, “I don’t want to scare you Helen, but you seem to have someone attached to you.” I mock whisper.

  At that I hear a little giggle.

  “I thought I felt something funny on my leg.” Helen responds giving her leg a little wiggle.

  “Don’t worry, I think you’ll be all right. How do you think we can get it unattached?” I ask Helen smiling. I have smiled more since moving here since it feels like, forever. And I let myself have this moment.

  “I hear tickling can help me in this situation.” Helen tells me smiling.

  “All right, hold still, Ill see what I can do.” At that I squat down and tickle the little hands that are on Helen’s thighs.

  Out pops a beautiful little girl. She squeals and runs away. She is stunning. Long blonde hair full of banana curls. Bright brown eyes