Chapter 12
Macey
I clutch Logan’s shoulders as he sucks on my nipple.
“That feels so good,” I murmur. “I love when you do that.”
“I’ve missed touching your body like this,” he says into my heated skin.
I’ve missed you, too.
But I don’t want to focus on missing him when he’s right here in front of me. I lift my hips so he can slide the dress all the way off, and then we fold it up carefully, and Logan places it safely in the front seat.
Only my underwear, plus a pair of cream stockings held up by a garter, still cover me. I smile when Logan’s eyes nearly pop out of his head.
“What the hell are those?” He fingers the stockings. “You didn’t tell me you were wearing these underneath. I wouldn’t have made it through the meal. We would have had to go straight into the back room.”
I take his hand and put it on the garter. “Will you take this off of me, Mr. Darcy? Nice and slow.”
Logan’s lips graze my stomach as he unhooks the garter from the stockings and then slides it down my hips. My underwear follows, and his mouth is between my thighs before I realize what’s happening. His tongue is moving somewhere, and whatever he’s doing is different than he’s ever done it…
“Oh, God, Logan.” I reach behind me and grip the door.
He raises his head to meet my eyes. “This is one of the new things I wanted to try. You like that?”
I manage a weak nod. “Yes. You’re incredibly…”
“Incredibly what?” he asks me in a raspy tone.
I search for the right word. “Incredibly…gifted.”
He groans as his mouth returns to its perfect spot between my legs.
I haven’t been touched in so long, and the last man to try was…
well, let’s just say his talents stopped short of the bedroom.
But my connection with Logan always went beyond the physical.
When he and I make love, my heart opens even if it scares me to no end to feel so vulnerable. And tonight is no exception.
My emotions have been all over the place the entire week, and when I go over the edge into an amazing climax, I immediately burst into tears.
Logan’s head pops up. “Mace?”
I wipe at my eyes in frustration. “That was amazing,” I assure him as he climbs up my body and nestles in next to me. “The best.”
“If that was my best, I don’t feel too good right now.” He wipes a tear off my face. “What’s up?”
“It’s just stress,” I say. “I’m a little strung out. The Cowherd’s numbers are down so low this month we’ll be lucky to hang on. And after my father’s news about spending the money in the safe, I feel…”
I cut off, but Logan finishes my thought for me. “You feel responsible for keeping your family together just like you have since you were a kid.”
I bury my face in his neck and absentmindedly play with his loosened belt. “It’s stupid. I know it’s stupid.”
He kisses my hair. “It’s not stupid. It’s just too much. You can’t fix them. God knows you’ve tried. If your daddy’s gonna lose that bar, there’s not a whole lot you can do about it.”
“I know.” I kiss his chest and take a deep breath, determined to clear my mind of all of that.
I lower my hand until I can slip my fingers inside the top of Logan’s pants.
His breath hitches, and I keep going until I’ve found my way below his boxers. He helps me release his clothing, and I settle on top of him, enjoying feeling my bare skin touching his. Then I smile.
“I have something I want to try as well, Mr. Darcy. Well, we’ve done this before, but not quite the way I want to do it now.”
I make my way slowly down his body, kissing every inch of him.
“Mace. Baby, you don’t have to…holy crap.”
My mouth has reached its goal, and Logan’s hips fly off the back seat of the truck.
“So goddamn good,” Logan mutters as I suck him off. “Your sexy freaking mouth—it’s an angel with devil horns. What are you doing with your tongue…shit, I’m not gonna last. Christ, Macey, I’m coming—”
I draw in a breath and watch him let go.
Logan Wild doesn’t show his vulnerable side in front of people often. When we’re alone like this, I always feel like I’m seeing behind the cowboy, underneath the tough, fun-loving exterior and into his true self.
“You know what we need?” He sits up, bringing me into a straddle on top of him. “To go skinny dipping.”
I follow Logan into the water, both of us without a stitch of clothing on. We’re on the wooded side of the lake, and nobody’s around. Not a car, not a person, not even the geese come over here.
“The water’s warm.” Logan swims further out, and I follow.
“Because it’s a hundred degrees out,” I say. “Nothing’s going to feel cold to us tonight.”
He pulls me into his arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He puts his mouth on mine and runs his tongue along the seam of my lips, asking me for entrance. I let him in, and he lets out a curse as I grip him more tightly with my legs.
“Macey,” Logan murmurs into my lips.
When I feel his hardness pressing into my stomach, I widen my eyes.
“You’re ready again?” I reach down to touch him.
“I told you, we’re going to make love all night. And this is another one of the fantasies I’ve used to get off. The image of you and me—right here in this lake—screwing each other silly.”
I swallow. “You’re making me crazy with lust. You know that, right? Do you really jack off to me?”
Logan shakes his head like I’ve just asked him the most ridiculous question. “You’re seriously asking me that? Of course I picture you to get off. Constantly. Far more than is healthy, probably.” He turns serious. “Are you still on the pill?”
I nod. “And I was tested recently, and I’m fine. I only ever don’t use a condom with you. As you know. Nothing’s changed.”
“I’m clean, too. And I reserve my bareback bucking for Macey Henwood.” Logan grins. “You’re the only woman I want to buck bare, baby.”
I bite my lip and decide to let him in some more. “I think of you, too, you know. When I’m alone and want to feel good. You’re my first thought.”
Logan’s eyes turn to liquid. “And what are we doing?”
My voice is choppy when I respond. “Anything and everything.”
“Mrs. Darcy, I do believe you have a dirty mind.”
“Of course, I do. And I’m proud of it.”
“You damn well should be.” He kisses me gently. “I fucking love your dirty mind. And your body. In fact, I want to be inside it right now.”
“Yes,” I say softly.
I close my eyes as Logan enters me slowly. And then I let out a cry and sink my teeth gently into his shoulder.
I always block out just how good it is with Logan. Just how much it turns me on and how amazing being with him makes me feel. Like a goddess.
And I’m certainly no goddess. But Logan makes me feel beautiful. And he makes me believe that life can be beautiful, too.
He moves deeper and faster, and our mouths fuse to one another as the lake water laps gently around us.
We come together, swallowing each other’s cries.
And then, Logan carries me to shore and dries me off with the towel he brought from his truck.
We don’t bother getting dressed—we just get back into the truck and drive.
Those of us who live in Texas Hill Country are the lucky ones because we live in a place where we can always find a private spot. Lonely roads intersect all over the place, and Logan and I love to take advantage of the privacy.
I’ve got the towel wrapped around my body, but Logan’s fully naked as he drives us deeper into the countryside.
I turn on the radio, and we sing along to the latest pop songs, making fun of each other when we unsuccessfully try to hit a high note or mess up the lyrics.
He gets me laughing so hard over his awful rendition of a Pink song that I love.
Eventually, Logan pulls over to the side of an empty road and stops.
“The truck’s stuck,” he says.
I smile. That’s always been our code for making out—“the truck’s stuck,” so why not rip each other’s clothes off?
Except this time, the only thing between us is a towel.
Keeping my eyes locked on Logan’s interested gaze, I let the towel fall off my body as I climb into the back of the truck.
He follows me, and I take a seat on his lap.
“So what other fantasies did you want to play out tonight, Mr. Darcy?”
Logan rests his hand on my hip.
“I want you to straddle me just like you’re doing, but take me inside. Ride me hard.”
I shudder. “But…” I pause. “We’ve never done it that way before.”
“I know.” He strokes my hip gently. “And I can’t believe that. Can you? We’ve tried lots of positions. Why have we never tried this?”
Because I’m scared to be in control. I feel so out of control in practically every area of my life, and I can’t imagine what it would be like to actually have a handle on things.
I look away from Logan, but he takes my chin in his hand so I have to make eye contact with him.
His gaze is calm. “You’re scared. Of what? Is it something about the position?”
I shrug. “I don’t know how to…ride you. I don’t know what I’m doing being in charge that way.”
“Sure you do. You’re sexy as hell. Just follow your instincts. Let your body guide you.”
I hesitate.
“Can we put music on?”
Keeping his eyes locked on mine, Logan reaches for his iPod.
I laugh when Joe Cocker comes out of the speakers.
“Leave your hat on.” I grab his cowboy hat off the floor. “Should I wear it?”
Logan’s eyes spark. “Definitely wear the hat. Can’t believe I didn’t think of it.”
I slip the cowboy hat over my head. Logan reaches up and adjusts it so it’s not hanging over my eyes. Then, he gestures me closer.
And I don’t know if it’s wearing the hat or listening to the song, but as I climb over Logan and brace my hands on his shoulders, suddenly I no longer feel afraid.
I feel fearless. Brave. Bold.
I sink down onto him, taking him all the way inside me. He lets out a strangled cry, and I wrap my arms around his neck. He fills me completely, and I’m halfway to coming already.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs into my neck. “I love this. Love feeling you take me this way.”
Logan’s hands grip my hips, but this ride is all me. I move up and down fiercely, riding him like he’s a stallion, and I keep going until we’re both soaked in sweat and calling out each other’s names as we climax.
I climb off of him and lean my head on his shoulder.
“You’re one sexy cowgirl,” Logan says in that slow drawl I love.
“Did I tire you out?” I tease him.
“Not even close.” He leans in to kiss me. “And I don’t think the song’s done, either.”
The iPod seems to have gotten stuck on shuffle. “Do you want to change it?”
“Naw. I think I’d like to remember having sex with you over and over to this.”
“Sounds good to me.”
The abrupt howl of a police siren gets our attention.
“Shit.” Logan grabs his pants and pulls them on quickly. “I bet somebody heard us.”
“Who?” I look behind me. “There’s no one around.”
Logan’s already moved into the front seat and is turning the key in the ignition. “There’s a strip of homes behind this empty road. Anyone out in their yard could have heard the music.”
Or the moaning.
The siren’s getting louder, but Logan jerks the wheel to the left, and we leave the dirt road behind in a hurry.
“That cop car never even saw us,” he says a few minutes later as we settle into a spot at the very end of the empty lake parking lot. “We’ll be fine here. As long as you don’t scream my name again.”
I give him the finger, and he laughs as he climbs into the backseat with me.
“You know I love it when you yell.” His lips brush mine. “As many times as you want to.”
He flips me onto my back and leans over me. His eyes warm as we look at each other in silence.
Then, he clears his throat. “Mace, even with us being together only one day a year, this is more than worth it.”
I choke up. “For me, too, you know. That’s why I can never take you to my bed.”
“Because…” he prompts me.
“You know why.” I feel my cheeks heat. “You feel the same way.”
“I do, but tell me. I need to hear it from you.” His breath is warm on my face as he lowers his voice.
I inhale. But Logan’s eyes are on me, waiting.
“Because you’re the only one I wouldn’t want to push out in the morning.”
He kisses me. “My thoughts exactly.”
I feel like we’ve said too much. But Logan doesn’t say anything more.
He just kisses me again. And then our kiss turns dirty, and his hands go from cupping my face to more intimate places, and before I know it, I’m falling into bliss all over again.
That’s what Logan Wild does to me. He makes me forget that love is dangerous and that sex with emotion always leads to pain.