8. Logan
Eight
Logan
My girl’s stomach growls with hunger just before the lights flicker and then go out. The storm is raging outside, snow pelting the windows and obscuring even the road. If we weren’t stuck here before, we definitely are now.
I brush a gentle kiss against her swollen lips. “Let me see if I can get the generator going.”
She nods and slides off my lap. “Okay.”
“And then we’ll get you fed.” I stand and adjust my aching cock, then start pulling on my coat.
She glances down at her stomach, her cheeks a little pink. “Sorry. I haven’t eaten today.”
That makes me frown as I check my watch. “Kaylee, it’s late afternoon.”
She swallows, looking down at her twisted fingers. “I know.”
I frown, but then finish pulling on my coat. Generator first. Questions later.
I head out into the storm, and the wind is so fierce that it seems to be sucking the oxygen right out of my lungs. There isn’t much snow falling now, but this wind is hell, blowing it so intensely that it’s like a wall of white out here. Holding my arm in front of my eyes to cut the wind, I make my way to where the generator sits, about fifteen feet behind the house. According to the fuel gage, it’s about half-full. Everything’s switched off, so who the fuck knows how long it’s been since it was last turned on. Mentally crossing my fingers, I turn the fuel valve on, turn on the choke, and flip the engine switch. Then I grab the recoil cord and give it a strong tug. The motor sputters, but doesn’t catch, so I try again. It takes another two pulls, but finally, the generator comes to life. I watch for a moment, still shielding my face from the snow and wind with my hands, and when I’m satisfied that everything is running as it should, I head back into the house.
My breath catches at the sight of Kaylee, as it always does, but especially now, knowing that her hair is a mess from my hands, her lips swollen from my mouth. Because she’s mine. Because miracle of miracles, this girl wants me, too.
I thought I was going to die of happiness when she told me she had a crush on me. Feelings for me. And then I thought I was going to die again when she told me she was completely untouched. I don’t fucking deserve her, but I swear on my life I’m going to try to. Every single day, I’ll try to be worthy of Kaylee’s love. Kaylee’s trust.
“You got it working!” she says with a smile that lights up the room.
“Lucky there was gas in it.”
“Lucky you knew how to turn it on.” She crosses the distance to me and then smiles at me shyly. “What a sexy, capable mountain man you are.”
I bark out a laugh and haul her against me. “What would you like to eat?”
“There’s a lasagna in the freezer that we can eat for dinner. And there are some crackers and chips, but the shelves aren’t exactly stocked.”
We round up the chips and the crackers, and I find an unopened bag of trail mix higher up where she wouldn’t have seen it. I grab that along with some granola bars. It’s not ideal, but it’ll do to keep her fed until the lasagna’s ready.
We head back into the living room with our food, where Kaylee spreads a blanket on the ground in front of the fire. I set the bowls down in the middle of the blanket and then quickly change my mind, placing them near the top. I don’t want anything between me and Kaylee, not even something as insubstantial as a bowl.
We settle onto the blanket, lying lengthwise and facing each other, heads propped up on our hands. I’m rapt at the way the firelight dances over her skin, making her look angelic. Ethereal.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I breathe, sliding my hand over her hip an letting it rest there. Her cheeks go a little pink, and I watch for a moment as the light dances over her hair, catching the subtle auburn highlights and making it look like something out of a painting. “So. Why haven’t you had anything to eat today?”
Her expression changes, the soft smile disappearing from her face, and my chest tightens uncomfortably. Something is wrong.
It doesn’t matter what it is. I’ll fix it.
I take the bowl of trail mix and set it down in front of her. “Eat, baby. And tell me what’s going on.”
My stomach twists as Kaylee sits up, her eyes flicking away from mine. Her fingers knot together in what I already know is a nervous tell. Reading her has always felt easy and natural, right from the first moment I laid eyes on her. She takes a deep breath, tension radiating through her slender body, and it makes me want to pull her into my arms.
“Things have been tough for me, financially,” she admits, her voice soft. “I didn’t get to go to college because I couldn’t afford it. And I needed to start working. To get out on my own. Away from…everything.” She swallows, and I watch as the delicate column of her throat works. Every single one of my senses is on high alert.
Deep down, I’d always known she didn’t have anyone to look after her. And deep down, I’d always known the person to look after her going forward would be me.
“What about your family? Where are they?” In other words, tell me who I need to punch for making my girl suffer.
Kaylee shakes her head, and her eyes glisten in the firelight. She pops a handful of trail mix into her mouth, chewing and then swallowing. A sad smile tugs at her lips, and that small movement shreds my heart. “My…” She sighs, and I squeeze her hip reassuringly. “My mom left when I was a baby. My dad wasn’t interested in being a single parent, so he passed me off to his sister. I was raised by my aunt, but…it was pretty obvious she didn’t want me either. No one wanted me,” she whispers. “I was always a burden.”
I do pull her into my arms at that, because I now know that it’s my life’s purpose to show her that she’s anything but a burden, and that she is wanted. Very much.
“I’m sorry, Kaylee. You didn’t deserve that. You are so good. So sweet and smart and wonderful, and I’m sorry they couldn’t see that. I’m sorry they treated you badly and made you believe you were a burden. They should be ashamed of themselves.” I brush a soft kiss against her lips, and a tear slips down her cheek. “You are not a burden. You are a gift. One I plan to cherish and care for until my last breath leaves my lips.”
She pulls back slightly, an adorably goofy smile on her face. “You are so dramatic, Logan,” she teases, poking at my chest. But she’s smiling, so it’s a win as far as I’m concerned.
I stretch out my arm so she can lay her head on my bicep. “This is my new favorite pillow,” she jokes.
“Good,” I rumble out. “Because it’s yours, along with everything else I have.”
She sucks in a shaky breath and we’re quiet for a moment. I take the opportunity to unwrap a granola bar and hold for her to nibble on. “I’ve never been in love before,” she eventually says softly. “I don’t know what it feels like. And I don’t think I’ve ever been loved before, so I’m…this is all really new for me.” She smiles shyly at me. “But here’s what I do know. I’ve wanted to be yours from the day we met. I’ve touched myself, wishing it was you. You make me feel safe in a way I’ve never experienced before. Being around you feels like…like home. I love the way you kiss me, and the dirty words you say to me. I love the way your whole face lights up when you laugh. I love how big and strong you are, and the bits of gray in your hair. I love that I can just be me, and that’s enough. I want to be with you all the time, and I want to know everything about you. Like I’m hungry for details about you. I love that you love me, without even trying.” She blinks up at me, and I think my heart might explode. “Is that being in love?”
I tighten my arms around her. “Yeah, Kaylee. Sure sounds like it to me.”
Our eyes meet in the flickering firelight, and the moment stretches on for several sweet heartbeats.
“Then I think…I think I love you, Logan.”
My entire body reacts all at once to her words. My heart slams against my ribs, my stomach pitches with excitement, my balls throb and my brain starts spinning with questions.
She brushes her lips against mine. “You want to give me so much, and I want to give you what I have, too. My love and devotion. My trust and my time.” She kisses me again. “And my body. My virginity. That’s yours, too.”
I close my eyes and pull in a deep breath. She’s so innocent when it comes to sex. So inexperienced. I’m sick for the way that makes my balls throb with more intensity.
“I’m in no rush, Kaylee. We don’t have to do anything more than kiss and talk. We can go as slow as you need.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t want to go slow. I…” She bites her lip. “I ache, Logan. I need you to take care of me, to take the ache away. I want you to make me yours.”
I groan and kiss her, sliding my tongue against hers. “I will, baby. If that’s what you want, I will. But first, I need you to eat. You’re hungry.”
We disentangle and start to eat while she peppers me with questions about my life. We talk about music and movies, favorite foods, loving the mountains, our jobs. I learn that she loves pop music and comedies, fettuccine alfredo, hiking, and reading. I learn that she went into real estate because it seemed like a decent career for someone without a university education. I learn that she’s been on her own for far too long without anyone to rely on.
I tell her about my company and my divorce almost fifteen years ago.
“You got divorced when I was in grade one,” she says with a cheeky smile that makes me groan.
“You’re making me feel like a dirty old man.”
“Don’t,” she says with a warm smile. “I think it’s hot. I’ve always been more attracted to older men.”
“Yeah?”
She nods. “And to you, Logan Armstrong, most of all. I think you’re absolutely gorgeous.” Her smile falters slightly. “Was the divorce hard on Hailey? She would’ve been pretty young.”
“It was a rough transition, but ultimately for the best. Hailey’s mother and I were never a great match, but the one thing we always agreed on was putting Hailey first. We had shared custody until Hailey turned eighteen.”
“Does she still live in the area?” she asks between bites of food, and I’m glad to see her eating knowing how hungry she was.
I shake my head. “No, she moved to Vancouver when Hailey started university.”
“And Hailey’s moving back here in the spring when she graduates?”
I nod. “After she graduates, she’s going to come work for me at Armstrong Construction as a project manager.” She bites her lip, and I can tell something’s eating at her. “What is it, baby?”
“Do you think she’ll be upset about…this?” she asks, motioning between us.
I frown. I’ve been so wrapped up in my thoughts about Kaylee and this new, intense connection between us that I hadn’t stopped to consider what Hailey might think.
“She may not be thrilled initially, but I think she’ll come around,” I answer honestly. “She’s not coming back to Canmore for a couple of months, so I can ease her into the idea that I’m dating someone.”
“Dating,” says Kaylee, that sweet, goofy smile back on her face. “Because Logan Armstrong is my boyfriend.”
“Damn right he is.” I capture Kaylee’s mouth with mine, a deep, hungry kiss that she meets with equal hunger. I gently cup her face, my thumbs tracing the line of her jaw. She’s so soft, so small and delicate, and it winds me up so damn tight that I know it’s only a matter of time before I snap.
I trail my lips down her neck, licking over her pulse, tasting her sweet skin. “You taste so good, baby,” I murmur against her neck, and I feel her shiver in response, her head tilting to give me better access. I nip lightly at the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, and she gasps, her hands fisting in my shirt.
“Tell me you’re sure, Kaylee. Tell me you want this.”
Her gorgeous blue eyes meet mine. “I want this, Logan. I want you. I want everything. Please don’t stop, Daddy.”
The word Daddy shreds any restraint I might’ve had, and my mouth is on hers again as my fingers find the hem of her sweater. I slowly pull it up, revealing inch after inch of smooth, creamy skin. I break our kiss just long enough to pull the sweater over her head and toss it aside. Her skin looks delectable in the firelight, the play of light and shadows making my mouth water. Her breasts are small and perfect, high and round, and I can see the hard points of her nipples through the fabric of her plain white bra.
“So fucking beautiful,” I whisper, tracing the edge of her bra with my fingertip. She shivers again, her breath hitching as I unhook the clasp. She shrugs out of it, revealing her breasts to me, and I feel like I can’t breathe. Her nipples are a soft pink, hard and begging for attention. I can’t stop myself from leaning down and capturing one in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it as Kaylee arches into me, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“Oh my god, Logan,” she pants, her fingers tunneling in to my hair. “I had no idea it could feel like this.”
I chuckle and turn my attention to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment. “We’re just getting started, Kaylee. Haven’t even touched your pussy yet.” She moans at that. “Are you wet for me?”
She nods frantically. “I am. I’m so wet that I think it’s soaking through my panties.”
I gently ease her down onto the blanket, covering her small body with my own as I lick and kiss and suck her pretty nipples.
“So perfect,” I sigh, dragging my mouth all over one breast and then the other. “So sweet and pretty.” I drop kisses all around her nipples, then lick and blow air over them. I pull on them with my lips, nip at them with my teeth. Beneath me, Kaylee’s writhing and panting, her skirt hiked up around her hips. “You like when Daddy kisses your pretty nipples, don’t you baby?”
She nods. “So much. It feels so good. I can feel it between my legs when you do that.”
“Gonna kiss them every single day, Kaylee. Kiss them and suck them and lick them.” I give each nipple one last suck before kissing my way back up to her mouth. I slide one of my hands up over her ribs and to her breast, cupping it and working her nipple with my thumb. She moans into my mouth, her body arching in to me. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Kaylee. You deserve to be worshipped. You deserve everything in the world. My sweet, special girl.”
And then we’re kissing again, wrapped around each other, moaning. I rock my hips against her, letting her feel how hard I am, and she pushes up into me.
“Please,” she whimpers. “I need…I feel…”
“You want my fingers, baby? Is your pussy aching?”
“Yes,” she chokes out. “I need relief.”
I push up to my knees, holding her gaze as I unzip her skirt and tug it down over her hips. She lifts her legs so that I can slide it all the way down to her ankles before she kicks it free. Then, I hook my thumbs into her stockings and panties, pulling them down at the same time.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe when I see that she’s completely bare.
“I don’t like having hair down there,” she says quickly. “But I can…”
“Shhhh, baby,” I say, smoothing a hand over her bare mound. “You’re perfect.” I tug her stockings and panties down her legs, and she lifts them again so I can pull them free, presenting me with an absolutely mouthwatering flash of her peachy little cunt. I can see how wet it is, the glistening folds just peeking out from between plump lips.
I take a second to drink in the sight of my girl, fully naked, for the first time.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I breathe. I can’t stop staring at her pretty face, her silky hair, her sweet little breasts, the dips and hollows around her collarbone and hips, her bare mound, her slender legs.
The need to fuck her, to claim her, to breed her, grips me and it takes everything I have not to pull my cock out and sink into her. I know she’s promised me everything, that she wants this, but I still need to go slow. Slow enough that it’s good for her. Slow enough that I don’t scare her away with the animalistic urges I have to fuck and claim and mark.
I lay down beside her on the blanket, then position her on her side so I’m spooning her from behind, her naked body facing the warmth of the fire.
“Oh, that feels good,” she says, snuggling closer into me. Our size difference is clear in this position, and seeing just how much smaller than me she is makes my cock ache. Drip.
I sweep her hair to the side and start kissing her delicate neck while my free hand finds her breast, gently toying with her nipple before stroking my hand down her side. I groan at the feel of her, so small and soft before sliding my hand between her thighs to cup her gently.
“Mmm,” I groan. “So wet and hot and puffy.”
“Is…is puffy good?” she asks a little breathlessly.
“It means you’re swollen and turned on for me, so yeah, it’s good, baby.” I part those puffy lips and slowly slide the tips of my fingers up and down her soaking wet slit. She’s so fucking hot and slippery that my cock jerks in response. She gasps and moans as I tease. “Does that feel good? You like when Daddy plays with your puffy little pussy?”
“Uh huh,” she says in a soft, high voice. “So good. So much better than my fingers.”
I take her leg and hook it over mine, opening her up for me. “I’ll do this whenever you want, baby. If you have a wet, needy pussy, Daddy will take care of it.”
I feel her get wetter beneath my fingers, and I start to slowly explore, tracing circles around her hard clit, stroking down the sides, rubbing around her untouched, gushing fuckhole.
“You’re dripping all over my fingers, Kaylee. Such a good girl, letting Daddy play with your pussy like this.”
“It feels so good,” she whimpers, sliding her leg higher on mine, opening herself more. “Please don’t stop.”
“No one’s ever touched you like this before,” I say, gently circling her clit with my finger. “No one else knows how silky and hot your perfect cunt is. No one else knows what your clit feels like when you’re turned on. Only me. Because this is Daddy’s,” I say, cupping her and then rubbing my entire palm over her. “Daddy’s to play with. Daddy’s to pleasure. Daddy’s to fuck. Daddy’s to fill with cum.”
She lets out a long moan. “Yes,” she sighs. “I want you to take care of my pussy always, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” I growl, finding her clit again and stroking it. “That’s my good girl. I’ll take care of this pretty pussy. Take such good care of it.” I circle around her clit with the tips of my fingers, and the leg she has draped over mine starts to shake. She presses her pussy into my touch, her hips moving.
“It feels so good, Daddy,” she moans. “It’s so good.”
“You’re going to wake up in my bed every single morning from now on, Kaylee. And this is the first thing I’m going to do every day. I’m going to finger and play with your wet pussy until you come all over my hand. Every. Single. Morning.” I punctuate each word with little pinches along her clit, and she shrieks with pleasure.
“Please, yes, Logan, god,” she says.
“I’m going to make your pretty wet pussy come every day before you go to work. I’m going to pet you and stroke you every morning. I’m going to fill you with my fingers and play with your clit until you can’t take anymore.”
“Logan,” she moans, and she turns her face up to me. Her pupils are blown, her cheeks pink, her lips parted. I kiss her, slow and deep as I work her clit, circling and stroking, paying attention to what makes her legs shake, what makes her breath hitch. We kiss and kiss as I stroke her pussy, playing with her clit. I kiss her neck, her shoulder, her ear.
“You’re a natural, Kaylee. You were made for this. Made for pleasure. Made to fuck. Look at you, legs spread, dripping all over my fingers. Such a sweet, good girl for Daddy. Turn around, baby.”
Now that she’s equal parts relaxed and turned on, I want her facing me. I want to see her face, her reactions. She turns quickly and hooks her leg over mine.
“I like when you help me feel better, Daddy. When you take care of my pussy like this.” She sighs as I slide my hand between her legs again, working her clit between my thumb and index finger.
“My sweet baby girl,” I moan, kissing her. “My little treasure.”
We kiss, tongues tangling, as I massage her dripping pussy. My dick is making a mess in my boxers, my balls are throbbing to the point of pain, but I don’t care. All that matters right now is making Kaylee feeling good. Showing her that I can take care of her in every single way.
“Oh, god, Logan, I’m so close,” she breathes. “I just need…I…” She shakes her head, and I kiss her as I slowly slide one finger all the way inside her. “Oh, fuck! Yes, yes, yes,” she chants. She’s so hot and tight around my single finger that she’s going to choke my cock with her cunt. Still working her clit, I slowly thrust my finger in and out of her clenching pussy, curling it upward. She lets out a loud moan when I find that little rough spot and stroke it slowly with the tip of my finger. “Oh, holy shit. Holy shit. I can’t…I don’t know…Holy shit,” she pants, her hips bucking. “More. I need more. Please Daddy,” she whines, and I carefully add a second finger. She’s so wet that I slide in easily, and I know from the gasp she lets out that it’s a tight fit.
“Okay?” I ask, slowly sliding my glistening fingers in and out of the world’s most beautiful cunt.
“It burns, but it’s good. It’s so good.”
“Especially when I do this, right?” I ask, circling her clit and stroking her g-spot with both fingers.
“Yes! Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she begs, and I start to finger fuck her a little faster. Her pussy is so wet that the sound of my fingers thrusting in and out fills the room with deliciously juicy sounds. I kiss her hard and deep, working her tight pussy.
“Come all over Daddy’s fingers, baby. Let go. I’ve got you.”
“I…I don’t…” But she can’t fight whatever she’s feeling any longer, and she comes around my fingers with a long, loud moan. She clamps down on me, her inner walls pulsing and fluttering, and liquid drenches my fingers. I pull out to rub her pussy, sending droplets flying as she comes and comes, squirting everywhere. My hand is soaked, as are her thighs and the front of my jeans.
“More!” she practically screams. “Don’t stop. I need more.”
With a grin, I slide my fingers back inside her and finger fuck her mercilessly, and it only takes a few pumps before she’s squirting again, even more this time. I stare in awe as a gush of liquid shoots out of her pussy, soaking my hand, her thighs, the blanket beneath us. She screams, her entire body convulsing. I don’t stop pumping her, and I can feel her juicy cunt rippling around my fingers.
“Fuck, Logan!” she cries out, and she erupts again. Her pussy is a fucking geyser, and I’m thisclose to coming in my pants because of it. I slip my fingers free and shove them into my mouth, eager to taste her. I moan and close my eyes, because it’s fucking heaven. Sweet and tangy. I could drown in this.
She collapses back onto the blanket, her chest heaving, her body glistening with sweat and her own juices. Her eyes meet mine, wide and uncertain. “I…I’m sorry,” she whispers. She’d probably be blushing if she wasn’t already flushed as hell from her hair to her tits. “I didn’t mean to…to make a mess.”
I growl, gently grabbing her chin in my hand. “Don’t you dare apologize, Kaylee,” I say, my voice rough. “That was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. You coming all over my hand, squirting everywhere. Fuck, baby. I can’t wait to make you do that all over my cock.”
“Really?”
“Really.” I lift myself so I’m on my hands and knees above her. “Let me help you clean up.” I kiss her breasts as I move down her body, then start licking up every droplet I can find on her stomach, her thighs, her mound. I part her legs and run my tongue up the seams of her thighs, her puffy outer lips, her dripping hole. I lap it all up. When I look up at her from between her thighs, her eyes are glazed, her chest rising and falling in rapid pants. “Tastes so fucking good, Kaylee. Daddy’s new favorite drink.”
She giggles at that, and I worship at the altar of her little virgin hole, lapping up the juices still leaking out of her.
I come back up to kiss her mouth, letting her taste herself on my lips, and she moans beneath me, her body arching into mine. I break the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. I take a nipple into my mouth and bite down gently, making her gasp.
“Oh, god, Logan. I’m depraved.”
“Why do you say that?” I ask between kisses and sucks on her nipples.
“Because you just made me come my brains out, and I want more. I need more.” Her hands are fisted in my hair, and I can feel her desperation in the taut muscles of her body beneath me.
I chuckle, looking up at her, her nipple still pressed against my lips. “Don’t worry, baby,” I say, my voice a low growl. “Daddy’s gonna give you more. Daddy’s gonna give you everything you need.”