by Leila Lacey
Shelby, for once, took the opportunity to speak first which she had never done. As children whenever they had gotten in trouble, she had just let Savannah blame her. It was easier than dealing with her sister and mother’s vengeance later.
“Daddy, I innocently went to the ladies room and I caught Savannah on the sink having sex with Mark with her ass in the air for the entire world to see,” Shelby said looking at her sister.
“You lying little BITCH!” Savannah said charging toward Shelby. Before she could reach her, she was grabbed by Michael. “You lying cow, you tell them the truth!” Savannah said yelling and twisting trying to get away from Michael.
“I am not lying! Shall we call Mark in here to ask him? Or maybe the cleaning staff that just got that used condom out of the ladies room,” Shelby said. The room was totally silent as Michael looked into Savannah’s eyes. As he looked at her, he knew that Shelby was not lying. He released Savannah and turned and walked to the door, saying, “Shelby is telling the truth,” before he left. The room erupted in yelling and talking as Savannah, tearfully started toward the door calling after Michael. Sarah was yelling at Shelby and Jackson was yelling at Sarah. Then out of nowhere there was an ear piercing whistle in the room which stopped all discussion and forced everyone to turn and look at where it came from. Queenie sat in her wheel chair smiling.
“Thank You,” she said sweetly as she rolled to the center of the room. “Now call me senile, son, but I think that you have lost control of your family.”
“The only person that has no control in this room is Shelby. Apparently from the looks of her, it’s not just what she puts in her mouth but what comes out of it.” Sarah said looking at her daughter in anger.
“SARAH!” Jackson said to his wife, who was now pouring herself a glass of eighty-year old scotch. “Have you lost your senses?”
“Jackson, your precious daughter just ruined the wedding that we were supposed to be having in five days. What would you suggest I say?” Sarah said finishing the very large glass she had just poured in one drink.
“Such a fucking lady!” Queenie said looking at her daughter-in-law.
“Oh shut up, you old bat,” Sarah said, pouring another glass of Scotch.
“Sarah! I will not tell you again!” Jackson said to his wife as he stood looking out of the bay window out to the golf course which had been covered in lights and candles for tonight’s event.
“It’s ok, son! If I was an old bat then you, you soul sucking bitch, would be my daughter, not my daughter-in-law.” Queenie said smiling.
“Jackson, are you going to let your daughter and your mother insult me all in one night,” Sarah said to her husband.
“Don’t you mean our daughter?” Jackson said to her.
“No, Daddy, she didn’t!” Shelby said to her father. “She meant your daughter, being that I am not biologically hers. Isn’t that right, Momma?” The room was completely silent and everyone was looking at Shelby like she had grown two more heads, except Logan. Logan was looking at her with such pride and concern all at the same time.
“Oh, Shelby, that is nonsense. What are you talking about?” Sarah said to her nervously drinking her third glass of Bourbon in as many minutes.
“I am talking about the fact that Daddy cheated on you and I am a product of that affair. With my mother having died giving birth to me, and you having an image to protect, you were forced to raise me as your own,” Shelby said with tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Baby girl, how?” Queenie started to say, still looking at Shelby’s father and mother.
Shelby said, “I overheard them arguing about me when I was ten. Daddy was telling Momma that if she called herself my mother, she should act like she was,” Shelby said wiping the tears off her face. The black streaks of mascara from the tears were ruining the beautiful work Cassidy had done. “To which Momma promptly said, ‘that girl will never be my daughter’.” She finished, looking directly at her mother again who was now shaking so hard she had spilled her fourth drink out of the glass. She was sinking into the wing-back chair that she had been sitting in with a stunned look on her face. Shelby’s dad stepped toward Shelby with his arms open to give her a hug. “Baby girl.” Shelby cut him off backing away from him saying,
“I always wondered why you wouldn’t just tell me. Tell me so that I could know or at least have an explanation for why my mother hated me. But it never came, I figured you had your reasons and maybe if I could just lose enough weight or get enough education that she would learn to love me. I guess I was just fooling myself.”
“Baby girl, come here,” Queenie said to Shelby, holding her arms out to her granddaughter.
“No, Granny,” Shelby said sadly to her grandmother. “Momma, I am sorry you had to put up with a reminder of your pain all these years. Daddy, I am sorry you never loved me enough to stand up for me. But I know I deserve better and I am tired of waiting for it to happen.” Taking the family signet ring that every Beasley family member wore and placing it on the cocktail table that was closest to the chair her mother was sitting in, she whispered, “I am done.”
Shelby turned to walk out looking at Logan. She signaled that it was time to leave. Her father and grandmother were calling her name, but she kept walking like she could not hear them. Logan looked at Queenie for some indication of what to do. She nodded to him and he smiled and left.
CHAPTER 7
Shelby and Logan spent the entire thirty minute car ride from the Country Club to her brownstone in silence. Shelby was still so upset and really didn’t know what to say. Logan had been unsure how to help. When they pulled in front of her house, Logan opened her car door and walked her to the door.
“You don’t have to come in if you don’t want to,” Shelby said avoiding his eyes and wiping away her tears. “I know this night had probably seemed like rich people nonsense at its best.”
“I am not going anywhere until I know you are ok,” Logan whispered holding his hand out for her to give him the key so that he could open the door for her. She handed him her key. She was thinking, ‘you have no idea how glad I am that you are saying this’.
When they got into the house, Shelby sat her wrap and purse on the sofa in her living room and went straight to bar. She poured herself a generous glass and drank it all in one gulp and poured another. She was almost done downing it when Logan took the glass from her.
“Easy Grady, you will be black-out drunk in no time if you keep drinking like that.” Logan was standing within inches of Shelby as he was reaching around her to sit her glass back on the bar. ‘God, he smells good,’ she thought. Before she knew what she was about to do, she kissed him on the neck; a small peck that was so sensual and soft Logan almost thought he had hallucinated it. “Shelby?” Logan whispered. Shelby put her index finger over his lips and looked up at him.
“Logan, please can we just do the talking tomorrow? All I want right now is to feel you all over me. To be as close to you as two people can ever be without sharing the same body.” She had tears in her eyes as she looked up at him. Logan did not want to make love to her like this; when she was upset and desperate for love. Shelby wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her tip toe to bite his bottom lip and then suck it into her mouth.
“Please Logan. Please just fuck me,” Shelby whispered. A man can only be so strong as Logan wrapped his arms around her and deepened the kiss as he picked her up and started toward her bedroom. When they got to her room, Logan gently sat Shelby down.
Without haste, she pulled his suit jacket off and started to unbutton his shirt. After Shelby got Logan’s shirt off, he pushed her body with his against the wall and then pushed both of her arms above her head. He slid his arm slowly around her waist and down her back as his hand cupped her tight round ass. Breathlessly she asked him, “Can I taste it, Daddy?” and moaned. Logan released her hands long enough to step out of his pants and take his shirt off.
Shelby slowly slid to her knees feeling the s
tart of an orgasm watching his dick spring forward when he took off his pants. Logan’s skin smelled warm and salty and the feel of his rock hard dick in her hand made her want him all the more. Shelby started sucking the head of his dick slowly and then rubbing her tongue along his shaft; teasing him as she watched his face contort in pleasure as he moaned and ran his hands through her hair. Shelby started sucking him deeper and deeper until his head was deep in the back of her throat.
She was sucking up and down so hard and so slowly he could barely stand anymore. Logan stopped her so that he could undress her and get her on the bed. He walked over to the bed and laid down. Shelby dropped to her knees and began sucking him again but this time she began sucking his sack and gliding her hand up and down the shaft of his dick. She ran her tongue up to the top of his dick and started to suck him over and over moving faster and sucking harder each time until she felt his entire body tense and the surge of cum shoot from his dick into the back of her throat. Logan was still mostly erect. He sat up on the bed and traded places with Shelby and slid his dick into her pussy and started to fuck her. Shelby started to moan louder and louder. Logan began thrusting harder and harder rubbing her pink clit until she came. Logan’s full hard-on came back and he began to fuck her tight, wet pussy with her legs up around his shoulders. “God, you feel so good,” Shelby thought as he thrust inside her. Logan moved his fingers to her clit and began to slide them back and forth. Logan’s thrusting was heavenly and finally he released his load inside her until he collapsed on top of her with both of them breathing hard and fast until they drifted off to sleep and awoke again to continue their incredible sexual marathon.
The next morning Logan awoke to the smell of coffee and bacon, two of his favorite things. It was eleven-thirty. It had been a long time since he slept that late. But then again it had been a long time since he had been up until 5 am making love to a woman.
Walking to the kitchen in nothing but boxers, he was greeted by the deliciously sexy sight of Shelby standing at the stove, with his shirt on and nothing else. Walking up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her back to him.
“Good Morning, Beautiful,” Logan said moaning.
Smiling and relaxing in his arms, Shelby purred, “ummm… Good Morning, yourself; how are you this morning?” She asked him, taking the bacon out of the pan.
He grabbed a piece of bacon and kissed her neck before he took a bite of the bacon. “I’m starved and exhausted. Woman, you wore me out. I thought I was going to have to call for a Gatorade IV,” he said taking his plate and going to the table to sit down and eat.
“Hey, I had to have your dick’s cooperation so I was not the only one that was insatiable,” Shelby said giggling as she sat down at the table. Grabbing her hand across the table and squeezing it, Logan whispered,
“How are you doing, baby?” She knew he was talking about the fight with her family last night, but she still was not ready to talk about it yet. Shelby squeezed his hand looking at him and smiling, she said, “I am fine.”
As they both were digging into their breakfast, Shelby said, “Oh, your phone was ringing like crazy a little bit ago. Someone is really trying to get in touch with you.’
Frowning, Logan said, “Really?” He picked up his phone and saw nineteen missed calls; nine from an unknown number and ten from his mother.
“I am sorry, it was my mother. I need to call and check in,” Logan said as he stood up and walked out the sliding doors onto her deck. Five minutes later, Logan walked back into the kitchen looking like he had just seen a murder. As he sat down in the chair, Shelby stood up and went to stand next to him.
“Logan, Logan? Honey lamb, are you ok?” She asked him.
Turning to her, Logan whispered. “My daughter’s mother just kidnapped her last night.”
To be continued…….
Thank you for reading “Southern Charm” book one from the “The Beasley’s Family Legacy” series. Look for books 2, 3 and 4 to find out the rest of Logan and Shelby’s story.