“I don’t believe you.”
“You should.”
Lauren lifted her head and looked me square in the eye.
“You’re telling the truth.”
I was. No one had ever called me vulgar or crass.
“How honest do you want it?” I asked.
Lauren’s lips curved up into a smile that stole my breath and I was rethinking how honest I wanted to be. Distance might’ve been in order.
“Well, as you so sweetly put it, you’ve already come inside of me and now I’ve swallowed you, so I’m not sure if we can get more honest than that.”
We could, and if she’d let me, I’d introduce her to a new place I could…fuck…I shook the thought of taking her ass out of my head. Now was not the time, but later might be.
“Never shared a bed with a woman long enough for her to comment on my dirty mouth.”
Understanding flickered in her eyes right before the shutters on her feelings slammed shut.
“Oh.”
“You’re hiding from me.”
“No, I’m not. There’s just nothing to say to that.”
Sure there was. She could call me out on being an asshole but she’d closed down.
Did I want her to call me out on my bullshit and accuse me of being a grade-A douchebag? Strangely, I did. I wanted all of her thoughts, all of her feelings. I wanted her to say whatever was on her mind as soon as it popped into her brain.
“I’ll give you that play even though we both know you got a lot to say.”
Lauren never disappointed, and when her eyes narrowed, a tinge of excitement crawled up my spine.
“You’ll give me that play?” she asked and started to push off of me.
I rolled, yanked the covers from under us, and condoms scattered. I pulled the sheet over us and pinned Lauren under me.
I pressed close and dropped my mouth to her ear and whispered, “All my life I’ve been a certain way. I take what I want and give just enough not to be a royal dick. I do not stay and chat when I’m done. I don’t shower with women. I don’t kiss and cuddle. I keep myself to myself so no one ever gets the wrong idea. That is not how I am with you. That is not us. It might not be smart but, Ren, for once in my life I’m taking more than my share. I’m taking clean and honest. I will not fuck you over in the process. I will not ever lie to you. I will not make you promises I cannot or do not intend to keep. You might call it vulgar or crass but I swear I will tell you exactly what I’m thinking.
“Now. I’ve come twice in the last hour, given you three, plus one at the bar. I’m beat and need some sleep, but if you need more I can rally and give you another.”
I felt Lauren shift her legs and rub her thighs together.
“You want another,” I growled.
“Not if you’re too tired.”
“Never too tired to fill you up, baby.”
“Logan?”
“Right here.”
“This time, can I be on top?”
Jesus fuck.
I rolled to my back taking Lauren with me. I lifted my arms and tucked my hands under my head.
“By all means, baby, take whatever you want. Condoms are somewhere on the floor.”
Lauren took. First with her mouth then with her pussy. She didn’t stop to get a condom. That meant when she was done I got to clean her up again with the added pleasure of seeing us mixed together and leaking out of her.
Maybe one day I’d give headspace to why seeing that stirred something deep inside of me. Not that I cared too much about the why, but the feeling I didn’t understand was worth investigating.
However, with Lauren tucked close as I drifted to sleep I thought of nothing else but how good she felt in my arms.
8
“I’ll be back,” Logan said as he entered the kitchen freshly showered.
Back?
It was Sunday afternoon. Logan hadn’t left my house since Friday night. Two nights and one and a half days. That was a lot of hours for a man who proclaimed he didn’t stick around to chat, kiss and cuddle, or shower. He hadn’t said expressly but one could assume if he didn’t stick around after sex to chat he didn’t sleep with his flavor du jour.
This was confounding. And the four times I’d tried to kick him out yesterday were thwarted when Logan found a variety of ways to distract me. While his methods might’ve been different from how he’d started the proceedings each of them had ended the same—me screaming his name while in the throes of ecstasy.
I’d had so many orgasms in the last forty-eight or so hours I was afraid I’d need to seek medical attention if Logan didn’t leave and stay gone. I needed a warm bath and some IcyHot. Correction: IcyHot on the vagina didn’t sound like a good idea. An ice pack. Yes, I needed a bag of frozen peas on my nether region.
“Ren?”
Shit. Right. Logan said he’d be back.
“Why are you coming back? I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”
“I’m taking you to dinner tonight.”
Um. No, he wasn’t. No dates.
“Logan,” I started and shook my head. “That’s not gonna happen.”
“I’ll be here at five.” He ignored my protest.
“No way am I going out with you.”
In three strides he was in my space and his big, talented hands that could dispense immense pleasure went to my neck. His thumbs coasted from my jaw to my collarbone while his fingertips pressed into the nape of my neck and his gaze locked onto mine.
“Yesterday you made breakfast, lunch, and dinner. This morning you made breakfast. I’m repaying the favor.”
“By taking me to dinner?”
“Trust me, it’s a better option than me cooking for you.”
“I think dinner’s a bad idea.”
Logan tipped my chin up and lowered his face but before he kissed me he muttered, “It’s a brilliant idea.”
His mouth brushed mine and his tongue touched my bottom lip and Logan kissed me.
This was what I’d trained him to do. I argued—he kissed me. I told him it was time for him to go home—he kissed me. I reminded him we needed rules in place—he kissed me.
And since I’d turned into a spineless, orgasm-hungry, moronic woman he knew all he needed to do was kiss me and that would lead to other things and once his hands were on me I’d lose my mind and give him what he wanted so he’d give me what I needed.
This was not good.
I never thought I’d be one of those women who’d give in to a man just because he was hot and good in bed. Though, I had no idea how good sex could be. I had no idea that it wasn’t so much the act of sex but the intimacy behind it. When Logan and I were naked all emotional barriers were gone. It was me and him and a sea of sensation and lust. It was wild abandon. It was savage. It was dirty and beautiful and honest.
If this was a real relationship, I wouldn’t fight it. I’d let him take me wherever he wanted to go. But it wasn’t real, it was temporary. We were scratching an itch and I needed to remember that.
With a smooth slide of his tongue against mine, Logan broke the kiss.
“See you at five,” he murmured.
“No, Logan.”
“Ren—”