I choked, “Your Mom knew?”
He took my hand silently, “Patricia told her, she and Mom were close. Sometimes too close in my mind. It’s almost like they were lovers or something.”
“Is Patricia blackmailing you now?” I questioned timidly.
He laughed, “Patricia just wanted revenge, making Dad give her money hit him where it hurt the worst. All she wanted from me was Leila’s things. And today I gave her every single thing.”
“Why DID you keep all her things all these years?” I asked afraid of the answer.
Logan shook his head, “I really did love Leila, despite her weird sexual desires and even her infidelity. It was sort of like you and that Travis idiot; we’d known each other so long it was just normal for me to love her. But after I found out that Dad had killed her, I wanted to make sure he never went in there again. Loading the room down with everything that was hers scared him. It worked too; the room was exactly as I left it. The fucker never had it removed or went back in there at all according to Ronald. He locked the deadbolt and that was it.”
“But your Mom gave me the key…” I muttered trying to fit together all the pieces.
“Yeah well she and Dad used that room a lot in the early years so I figured there was another key. All I can think of is that she wanted you to know what happened. Maybe she was afraid I’d turned into a lying, cheating bastard like my father and wanted to warn you off. Who knows with her.”
I sat silently; my mind reeled trying to answer questions. “No, no, that’s not what she said. She told me to ‘take care of it.’” Logan peered down at me; he was pacing a bit on the floor in front of me but stopped in his tracks.
“She told you that?” He muttered.
I swung my head vigorously. “That’s exactly what she said. Wait!” I saw my pink suitcase sitting next to the window in the room. I stood and ran to it, sure enough still in the outside pocket was the key and the note Elise had given me. I pulled it out and waved it to Logan. “Here it is, look that’s exactly what it says.”
Logan took the crumpled paper, “No Mattie, what it says is ‘take care of this.’” He smiled, “Not as in actually take care of it, but as in get rid of it.”
I looked around the newly designed bedroom remembering what it looked like before. It’d been covered in photos, not a surface left bare. I realized in an odd out of focus way I’d done exactly what Elise had asked me to do. Logan’s desire to make me happy in this home had triggered him to release the demons that had filled it.
I wondered hazily if the well known Senator had regretted his murderous decisions. You’d think that he wouldn’t have been able to bear the photos of the ones he betrayed, but no, this man had balls he wanted to see those he tortured until his last moment. It was as if he had taken on the personas of those who’d tortured him all those years ago when he’d been held captive in Korea. I recalled the first time I’d met Logan at the airport. His tone had been so angry when talking about his father. It made sense now; the man had slept with Leila then killed her, nearly killed his only son then framed him for her death. “Oh Logan I’m so sorry.” I stood next to him and hugged his chest. I had no idea how he’d lived with these memories for so long without losing his mind. He was the strongest man I would ever know of that I was certain.
“What’d you do with all of your Dad’s things?” I asked still mesmerized by the beauty of the room before us. I was anxious now to exorcise the new demons that would forever live in my mind.
“I sent it to the Salvation Army; at least his crap could do somebody some good. The sex stuff went into a giant dumpster.” Logan laughed. “As a matter of fact, this house has been cleansed of everything that belonged to my father or Leila. Mom had the Boston house cleared of all of it a long time ago. Both of them are now totally yours to do with what you want.”
I peered up at him sheepishly. “Hmm…and what do I have to give you in return?”
He grabbed me and swung me from the floor. I quickly found myself looking up into his impossibly green eyes while lying on my back on the bed. “Go say goodnight to your family and when you get back I’ll point a few things out to you…”
Mom and Dad were settled into Logan’s old room. Mandy and Monica were in the room up on the third floor that they’d occupied before. As soon as I was assured they were snug and sound I padded back to our new room. Logan had already showered and was in the gigantic white bed. His skin looked so tanned against the white sheets and headboard. At this moment I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I was the luckiest woman I knew. I stood staring at him quietly, watching him. He was the stranger I’d met in the airport, the man who’d shown me what my body was possible of. Oh he has flaws but none of them visible to the naked eye, even his scars seemed to add intrigue to his mystery. I wanted to explore each inch of his body with my tongue, watch him writhe beneath my touch as he made me.
I stripped in front of him, teasing him with my slow movements. As soon as my panties hit the floor I raced into the bed with him. He was laughing as I knelt over him playfully. My tongue hit his lips in a liquid stroke and he moaned. With the pace of a snail I moved down his chest carefully running my tongue around each curve of his Marine Corps tattoo. His skin tightened as I slithered down toward his groin. A tiny trail of hairs led my way as if they’d grown there purely for my direction. My lips felt silken and smooth against the head of his cock. Only the head fit into my mouth, I’d need to use my hands on his shaft. His cock made noise going in and out of my mouth, a curious smack of saliva and suction as I pleasured him. His groans assured me that I was doing this right.
“Baby please let me inside you.” Logan’s voice spoke of throaty hunger.
I agreed with him, licking the juices from the head of his penis as a last measure and then I slid up his body. His arms circled me as I rose; my arousal heightened at his every touch. Logan was gritting his teeth waiting for the moment his cock could find its reward. It twitched nervously below me threatening to impale my stomach if I didn’t satisfy it soon. He reached down between us and fisted his cock, directing it to the place it so desperately needed.
His head twisted to the side of the room, “Mattie watch.”
I followed his gaze with interest; the entire wall on the side of the room had been covered in mirrors. Logan groaned as he slid inside me. My eyes were captivated by the scene of me riding high on top of his groin. My hair flung in waves behind my back now, it was a long flow of dark brown as it swayed with my movements. I stared at the vision intently as I began to move in pulses over him. The bridge of flesh that now joined us throbbed hungrily in the entrance to my pussy. My body glistened it with wetness on each stroke. I was mesmerized.
“You like watching us fuck Mattie?”
I shook my head vigorously, yes I did, I like it very much I thought as my eyes remained glued to the scene in the mirror. Logan sat up holding my shoulders close to him, his sheer strength merging our chests together. He followed my gaze on the mirror as we rocked together. Each rocking movement sent mini orgasms raining through me.
Logan’s pace quickened as he watched us in the mirror. No longer could he do anything other than pound into me. His tongue wound with mine, we tasted of his cock now. He kissed me as though there wasn’t enough of my mouth for him to devour. He was starving now, rocking his cock into me with a force that spoke of his need. He smiled into my eyes, I knew my finish was close; his eyes were the shade of green that made my knees weak. Now our feet dug into the bed as we pulled each other tightly together.
I grabbed Logan’s shoulders holding on for dear life, the mirror showed a brazen woman on the verge of orgasm. Then for the first time since we’d started making love Logan’s eyes slammed shut. His moan was almost inhuman as he exploded inside me. His grip on me was steadfast as he filled me. My body racked with spasm after spasm as the heat of his come spewed into me. His thighs beneath mine were solid in his effort to hold me; he was a mountain of muscles and manliness agai
n. Even terrorists had not managed to take away his strength. The mirror showed me his eyes were opening again; I turned my gaze to look into them directly. My breasts heaved against his tattoo recklessly as we held one another.
“So you like the mirror?” Logan asked in a dim whisper.
I pulled him tightly to me in a firm hug. “Oh Logan, we’re definitely keeping the mirror!”
Chapter 26
It was the most remarkable day of my life. The Boston house had been transformed to a magical scene of white. Snow tinged the expansive block of coastline adding an even more fairytale dimension to it all. A gigantic tent had been erected in the back yard for dining after the ceremony but most of the festivities would take place inside the home itself. I had to give Monica and Mandy and our Mom credit, the entire event had been meticulously planned. Even now as I was standing at the window of the Master bedroom looking at the scurrying faces of the caterers below I was in awe of my family. A knock on the door drew my attention away from the scene below.
Marlene’s gorgeous face peered in through the slightly opened door. “Mind if I come in?”
I smiled; I hadn’t seen my youngest sister in a long time. She’d never even met Logan. I’d asked repeatedly for information about her but not one of my sisters would divulge details. I knew that she’d been with Travis for quite a while now. I lived in silent fear that she’d show up today with him at her side. A raucous thought had rambled around in my head; I was marrying into a family that seemed to have no issue with making people disappear. One of the giant sculptures downstairs when tied to his ankles should sufficiently sink him into the Boston Harbor long enough for the sharks to get him. Of course I’d need to ask someone which was the least valuable. Mandy would surely know I fantasized.
Marlene hugged me tightly. “Did Travis come with you?” I asked plainly.
“No, we broke up.” Marlene shrugged as if the matter had been long over in her mind.
“Oh no! What happened.” I was secretly hoping for a grisly story about how he was eaten by a bear.
She shrugged and showed a bit of a devious smile, “I caught him in bed with one of my sorority sisters.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. Poor Travis. As a boyfriend of almost eight years he’d been faithful, well until the end. Now it seemed as though he’d acquired a taste for various women in his life. Still I was hoping Marlene made him pay a hefty price for his indiscretions.
“Oh my God! What’d you do when you caught him?”
Marlene sat down in the window seat next to me. “Well you see he was unconscious.” She began. “So I rustled my sorority sister out the door.” She paused but I was anxiously waiting. “Then I used sailor knots to tie him to the bed frame.”
“And you left him there?” I urged excitedly.
She nodded and smiled broadly, “Then I went to the living room and rousted his drunken roommate and pretended I wanted a threesome.”
Oh hell this was getting good! “And…?”
“And I took him in the room and undressed him. He passed out again shortly after I sat him down on the bed. So I took his head…well here’s the pictures.” She pulled out her phone and rolled through photo after photo of Travis lying naked and sprawled on the bed. Each leg was tied to a corner of the bed frame. Another nice looking guy’s head was laid carefully across Travis’s thigh.
I rolled with laughter, tears formed in the corners of my eyes. Poor Travis. “Have you heard from him since?” I chuckled.
“No, not really. I did give him back his Grandmother’s ring though.” She laughed again, “I left it in the radiator of his truck.” She gave a confused expression. “To be honest I’m not sure if I remembered to tell him where I left it.” She shrugged, “Oh well, guess he’ll find out sooner or later where it is.”
Afterword
Elise McNarry was herself today. Ronald claimed that the second she saw her son standing in front of the aisle waiting for his bride to appear she came to her senses. She startled me as I walked past her towards her son. She pulled me to her quickly, “Did you take care of it?”
I leaned down over the beautifully dressed woman, “Yes Ma’am, I sure did.”
“Then you are stunning in every way my dear.”
I nodded and hugged her gently before continuing down the aisle. Her son was waiting.
As Logan slid the ring on my finger he whispered, “Semper Fi.”
A moment later we were confirmed as husband and wife. As he leaned forward to kiss me I finally asked, “What does that mean, Semper Fi?”
His tongue traced my lips carefully, not caring that hundreds were watching. “Always faithful Mattie, always faithful.”
About the Authors
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Other Books by Laura and Christopher Cooper
All Hands on Deck
Bed Warmers Volume 1
Bed Warmers Volume 2
Bed Warmers Volume 3
Change of Hands
City of Romance
Come Home with Me Part 1
Come Home with Me Part 2
Confessions of a Slut Wife Part 1
Confessions of a Slut Wife Part 2
Dream Lover
First Bound
How I Became a Swinger
Last Call
My Hot Bedtime Stories Volume 1
My Hot Bedtime Stories Volume 2
My Hot Bedtime Stories Volume 3
Nymph
On the Fence
Pandora’s Box
Panties in a Wad
Play with Me
Sharing Cecelia
Shifters
Sizzling Bedtime Stories Volume 1
Sizzling Bedtime Stories Volume 2
Spankers Volume 1, Issue 1
Submit
The Plantation
Tramp Stamp Club: How it all Began
Tramp Stamp Club: My Slut Wife Training
Tramp Stamp Club Profiles: Karen
Tramp Stamp Club Collection
Watched
Watching Laura
Worth a Try
Table of Contents
Forward
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Afterword
About the Author
Other Books
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