Off Limits (Sparks in Texas Book 4)

by Mari Carr

  “Lacy.” His hands tightened as she continued to bounce.

  She was going to have bruises on her hips from his fingers. She reveled in that thought. Then decided she wanted to mark him as well.

  Her fingers were in his hair, so she pulled it. Hard.

  He groaned. “Goddammit.”

  It was the greatest sex of her life, but it still wasn’t enough. He twisted once more, pressing her to her back as he came over her again, and he took her even harder, even faster.

  Lacy lifted her legs, wrapping her ankles around his back. She didn’t shy away, didn’t try to stop him. She’d never been fucked with such force. She loved it, begged him for more. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and tilted her hips so he could stake a deeper claim.

  Then Logan hit that magic spot inside her and she went off like a bottle rocket. This time, he did too.

  “Jesus, Lacy. So. Fucking. Good.” Jets of come erupted, filling her.

  For several moments, the only sound in the room was the two of them, panting loudly, her heart pounding in her ears.

  Logan had Lacy caged beneath him, his dick still inside her. He studied her flushed face and she wondered what he was thinking.

  She decided to break the silence first, despite the tiny fear that he’d retreat again. “That was amazing.”

  He nodded. “It was.”

  She tightened her legs around his waist. “You’re inside me.”

  “Yeah. I am.” His cock stirred as she grinned.

  “Are you getting hard again?”

  Logan’s lips tipped up in a sexy grin. “I’ve been in misery since we started this game. I’m fairly certain it’s going to take me a long damn time to get this need for you out of my system.”

  She didn’t ever want him to get her out of his system. But she didn’t say that aloud. They still hadn’t sorted through the mess, so she decided to hold off on declaring her undying love for him until he confessed his first. She’d been wearing her heart on her sleeve her entire life. It was his turn to open himself up to her.

  “Where’s that lube?”

  She pointed toward the nightstand drawer. “Not sure that’s necessary. I’m more than ready for round two.”

  He grabbed the tube anyway, his cock still buried inside her. As far as recoveries went, she wondered if this was some sort of world record. The man was rock hard and as thick as ever.

  “That’s good to know. But I think we’re going to give this sweet pussy of yours a rest this time around.” As he spoke, he withdrew.

  Lacy’s pussy clenched hungrily as she realized his plan. She hadn’t touched the plug since the last time he’d been in her bed. And as large as the thing was, it was no match for what he was proposing to put inside her this time.

  “I…”

  “What’s your safe word?”

  “Chaise,” she whispered.

  Logan gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “Good girl.”

  She had expected him to get right down to business, but Logan never did anything the way she anticipated. He reached back into the nightstand drawer and pulled out the vibrator.

  “We didn’t get to use this last time.”

  She didn’t bother to mention that particular toy had become her favorite over the last week and a half. Hell, she’d even started calling the stupid thing Logan.

  He slid the thin vibrator into her pussy with ease. She was still wet from her arousal and his come.

  He turned the toy on low and she groaned at the sudden sensation against her well-used, uber-sensitive tissues.

  Logan narrowed his eyes when she started swaying her hips, working the vibrations against her G-spot. “Don’t even think about coming.”

  She froze. “What?”

  “I’ve let you grab those orgasms of yours whenever you want. No more. Next time you come, it’s going to be with me, while I’m buried in that tight little ass of yours.”

  “But I’m close.”

  His expression was stern, though his eyes gave him away. He was amused, even if he was trying to act all big and bad. “You’re always close. Hold it off.”

  She started to shake her head. The truth was she had absolutely no control over her orgasms with him. Hell, half the time they hit when she wasn’t even expecting them. “I can’t—”

  Logan gripped her chin and forced her to look at him. “If you come without my permission, I’m going to tie you to this bed so that you can’t move a fucking muscle and keep that vibrator on low all night until you do learn how to control it.”

  “You wouldn’t dare. That would only hurt you too.”

  The smile he gave her was pure danger, especially when his gaze traveled to her mouth. He ran his thumb over her lower lip before he pushed inside. Her lips closed around it instinctively. “I don’t intend to suffer.”

  She closed her eyes, trying to ward off the impact of his words. His dirty talk was as detrimental to her self-control as his actions. This was not going to end well.

  “I’ll try,” she said begrudgingly.

  “Just remember that I’m a man of my word. I will do exactly what I’ve said if you don’t succeed.”

  She didn’t have time to respond before he flipped her onto her stomach. He stroked her ass cheeks with calloused hands. She loved the rough feel of them against her soft skin. It was incredible to her that he could use those hands either to spank or caress and produce the same heart-pounding effect.

  “Lift your ass in the air.”

  She did as he said, the vibrator still buried inside her. She was fighting like the devil to ignore the thing, but as she shifted, it hit one of her happy places. She gripped the sheets in her fists and winced, batting back the urge to come.

  “God. I think I might hate you.”

  He chuckled, completely unconcerned by her confession. “That’s good.”

  Logan squeezed some lube in her ass. Lacy shivered when the cold gel hit her.

  He slowly worked it inside her, adding lube and fingers over the course of the next several minutes. Lacy forgot to be nervous about what was coming as she worked overtime not to come. Somewhere in the midst of Logan stretching her ass, he bumped the vibrator up to the next speed.

  She called him a long string of unsavory, rude names, but he ignored her and kept going.

  Lacy was so focused on not coming, she jumped slightly when she felt the head of Logan’s cock pressing against her ass. At some point, he’d covered it with a condom.

  “Oh!”

  “Shh,” he soothed, running his hand along her back. “Say your safe word if you hate it.”

  He’d only pushed the head in before she decided she wasn’t going to hate it. He was so much bigger than the plug and his fingers, not just in width, but in length.

  “How much more?” she gasped as he continued to work his way inside with short, easy thrusts.

  “Halfway there.”

  “Fuck me,” she groaned, prompting him to laugh a little.

  “That’s not the safe word.”

  She glanced at him over her shoulder. “Keep going, asshole.”

  He slapped her ass lightly. “That’s not it either.”

  During their previous sexual encounters, she had been so focused on how fucking good the sex was and on finding a way to get him back in her bed, that she hadn’t had a chance to consider what it would be like to truly date Logan.

  Words like fun and playful floated to the surface. Even as he dominated their play, taking her to places she’d never imagined in all her twisted, kinky fantasies, she couldn’t deny that being with him was as much fun as it was hot.

  When he was fully lodged, he paused. “That’s it.” His words sounded almost pained, which seemed weird to her. She was the one being practically split in two. Then she considered how much control it must have taken for him to move so slowly, to give her this experience with as little pain as possible.

  She took a second to adjust, marveling over how freaking much she loved everything they�
��d done together. Something told her a hundred years with the man wouldn’t be enough to get him out of her system.

  “Lacy,” he murmured. He was holding on for her. “Baby…”

  “Can I come now?”

  A short burst of laughter filled the room. “God. You’re all kinds of perfect. Yeah. Come at will, gorgeous.”

  With that, he began to fuck her. He kept his motions slow, easy. She appreciated his efforts at not hurting her, but it wasn’t enough.

  “Logan,” she gasped. “Please. More.”

  “As you wish.” He reached down and found the control to the vibrator. He cranked the thing on high and then it was game over.

  He took her hard, driving deep into her ass, as Lacy came violently. One orgasm stretched into a second before Logan joined her. His fingers tightened on her hips as he jerked once, twice more. Then he fell to her side as she turned to face him. She shuddered when he reached between her legs to turn off the vibrator and pull it out.

  “I think you killed me.”

  He took her hand in his and gave it a squeeze. “I was going to say the same thing to you.”

  “Logan.”

  “Hmm,” he murmured sleepily, his eyes drifting closed.

  “Can we do that again?”

  He chuckled, his lids lifting briefly. “Sure. Give me a few minutes.”

  She laughed softly. They hadn’t talked yet, but at least he wasn’t sprinting for the door. They had time to get into the heavy stuff. Later.

  She sighed happily at the thought of what else they’d do later before giving in to her own need for sleep.

  * * *

  Nineteen years earlier…

  Logan studied the lake until he found his sister. Sure enough, Rachel was boob-deep in the water, wrapped around Rodney and kissing him like the guy was going off to war or something. He wouldn’t mind so much, but last week she’d been doing the exact same thing with Lee.

  “We need to make a pact,” he said, glancing over at Evan. The two of them were sitting in the sand, chowing down on hot dogs they’d bought at the concession stand. He knew a lot of his friends were looking forward to growing up, becoming adults, but Logan figured they had it made. They were fifteen, out of school on summer break and their biggest decision each day was whether to hit the beach at the lake or head over to the park to play baseball.

  “What kind of pact?” Evan asked.

  “We don’t hook up with each other’s sisters.”

  Evan glanced at Rachel and Logan spotted the reticence on his friend’s face. He knew. Knew Evan had been looking a little too often in Rachel’s direction. What Evan didn’t realize was that Logan was putting the pact in place for his friend more than his sister. Rachel was a man-eater.

  “I don’t see what the big deal is if—”

  “I mean it, man. I don’t want you hooking up with Rachel.”

  Evan frowned and then, because he really was a good friend, he shrugged and agreed. “Fine. But same goes for my sister.”

  Logan looked across the sand and spotted Lacy building a sandcastle with her little friend, Bucky. “You got it,” he said with a grin.

  Evan rolled his eyes. “You realize I’m getting the bad end of this deal.”

  “It’s a bro code,” Logan said, reaching out for the traditional handshake to seal the deal. “And it’s binding. Forever.”

  Chapter Seven

  Logan stirred as a roar of thunder pierced the quiet of the evening. He and Lacy had been dozing in bed for nearly an hour, both of them physically exhausted.

  Then he recalled the thunder. “Damn.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I left the windows rolled down on my truck.”

  “I don’t understand why you drove here. You only live a few blocks away.”

  He reluctantly disentangled from her embrace. “Made a furniture delivery, and then came straight here.”

  “In a hurry to see me?” she teased.

  Logan tickled her, enjoying her giggle. “Yeah. I held out as long as I could, and then realized I was being a first-class tool. Turned the truck toward your place and decided it was time to set things right.”

  He reached for his jeans and tugged them on.

  The two of them still needed to have a serious talk. Logan had spent the past five days trying to come to grips with everything that had happened. Lacy had come into his life—and his bedroom—and she’d saved him.

  He had let Jane mess with his head, let her convince him that his needs were wrong if he wanted a long-lasting, normal relationship. Which he had finally been able to admit to himself that he wanted this morning. He wanted what Evan and Annie had. A loving, kinky, forever relationship. And there wasn’t a doubt in Logan’s mind he was going to find that—and more—with Lacy. She was perfect for him.

  He’d accused her of pretending to please him. He owed her an apology for that. Lacy didn’t lie. She was the most genuine, honest person he’d ever known, yet he’d foolishly let his insecurities cast her into shadows that simply weren’t there. There wasn’t an insincere bone in her body.

  “Tell you what. Why don’t you order a pizza while I run out to take care of the windows?”

  “Sounds good,” she said, lazily stretching. The sheet drifted lower, giving him a perfect view of her breasts.

  “Do me a favor and get dressed before I get back. You and I need to talk, but there’s not a snowball’s chance in hell of accomplishing that with you looking so sexy.”

  A glimmer of nervousness crept onto her face. He hated that he’d left her so uncertain. She’d just given him the best—and worst—three weeks of his life. When he was with her, everything felt right, but spending the past five days without her had been brutal. Jane had left after a three-year relationship and he’d gone to work the next day as if she’d never been there. For the last five days, he hadn’t been able to work, eat, or sleep. He had been miserable.

  “Hey,” he said, grabbing her hand and tugging her to her knees at the edge of the mattress. “It’s nothing bad. Okay?”

  She smiled, though he could read the doubt in her expression. He had a lot to make up for.

  Logan gave her a quick kiss. “Won’t be a minute.”

  He didn’t bother with a shirt as he walked out of her front door and downstairs. There were three floors in the building and each one contained two apartments. It was unlikely he’d run into any of her neighbors, but the more time he spent with her, the less he gave a shit who saw them. It was a dangerous mindset to have until he came clean to her brother, but he was currently too happy, too sexually sated to give it much more than a passing care.

  He was halfway to his truck when he realized Evan was standing next to it. His best friend’s gaze drifted from him to the truck and back again, his expression going as dark as the cloud-ridden sky as he took in Logan’s half-dressed state.

  “What are you doing here?” Logan asked.

  “Thought I’d swing by, see if I could figure out who Lacy’s new boyfriend is.”

  “Boyfriend?”

  It was the absolute worst thing he could have said, but Evan’s comment caught him off guard. Had Lacy told her brother she had a boyfriend?

  Evan was in front of him after three long strides, which he followed with a hard right to the face.

  Logan stumbled at the impact of the punch and it took him a couple of seconds to shake off the pain, and then regain his vision. When he did, he stood there with fists clenched, ready to defend himself if Evan came at him again.

  “The first one is free. I probably had it coming. But you hit me again and I’m going to punch back.”

  “You probably had it coming? You’re questioning that?” Evan shouted.

  “Alright. I definitely had it coming, but you’re not much better than me. I know about you and Rachel.”

  “How?”

  “So you did make out with my sister.”

  Evan looked slightly chagrined, but it was clear any guilt he felt was s
truggling to outweigh his anger at finding out Logan was sleeping with Lacy. “How did—”

  “Lacy saw you.”

  Evan dismissed the accusation as insignificant—which it really was. “Who gives a shit? We were teenagers and all we did was make out one time. Is that all you’re doing with Lacy?”

  He shook his head.

  Evan’s fists were still clenched. “That goddamn bro code thing was your idea.”

  Logan shrugged. “I know. We were just kids, Evan.”

  Evan ran his hand through his hair as Logan braced himself for another blow. Instead, his friend hit him with something much harder to deflect. “I don’t give a shit about the stupid vow. Never did. I thought you weren’t doing vanilla again.”

  Logan didn’t reply. What the hell could he say? He’d fucked Evan’s sister six ways to Sunday, introduced her to bondage, clamps, butt plugs and spankings.

  Evan’s jaw clenched as the silence lingered too long. “She’s my fucking sister, Logan!”

  “And she’s a grown woman,” Lacy said, rushing out of her apartment.

  She was barefoot, but at least she’d had the good sense to throw on a t-shirt and jeans. Evan really would have beaten him to a pulp if she’d come outside in just a robe or something. It was one thing to know your best friend was fucking your little sister and another to have it slammed in your face.

  Lacy stepped between them, clearly concerned the fistfight was going to continue. “My sex life is none of your business.”

  “Dammit, Lacy. I’m always going to worry about you. You can’t ask me to stop that.”

  “Then worry about shit that matters. How Logan and I have sex doesn’t qualify.”

  Evan winced, but he rallied quicker than Logan would have. “Please don’t say the word sex to me. I prefer to think of you as my sweet, innocent sister. Pure as freshly fallen snow.”

  Lacy rolled her eyes and snorted. “Yeah. That snow was plowed a decade ago.”

  Evan groaned and shook his head. “You’re killing me.”

  “Serves you right for hitting Logan.”

  “He had that coming, and he knows it. So what is this? A relationship? Are you two dating?”