7. Brynlee
CHAPTER 7
Brynlee
I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve been texting with Logan on and off all day while doing my schoolwork, but I’ve been stressing about the inevitable confrontation with my father that’s going to have to happen very soon.
When he first approached me with this ridiculous notion last year, I never thought he was serious about it. That he would follow through. After he brought that man to my house, though, I knew. My father expects me to cave in to his demand or risk never seeing Hunter again. A chance I’m not willing to take. Even if I do feel my heart cracking wide open at the possibility of losing a relationship with Logan. It’s what I’ve wished for since the moment I saw him, and just as soon as it was within my grasp, it was torn away. I shouldn’t be surprised, it’s how most things in my life are. It’s why I’m not willing to let Hunter go so easily.
Blowing out a deep breath, I try to release the anxiety that’s continuously consuming my every thought. I must focus on the essay I’m supposed to be writing, about the differences between introverts and extroverts and the mental effects both personalities have on a person.
Sometime later, a warm hand on my shoulder has me jumping and nearly falling off the sofa. “Jesus, Logan! Make some noise.”
His sexy chuckle makes my belly quiver with desire. “I called your name three times.” He hands me an iced coffee, and as soon as the straw touches my lips, I draw in a full mouthful, enjoying the cool brew as it slides down my throat.
“Are you supposed to be home right now?” I mumble between sips.
Slipping over the back of the sofa to sit next to me, Logan places his cup and a folder on the table before looking over at me. “I had a meeting with your father today.”
I nearly choke. I hadn’t expected that. “About what?”
“You.”
“Why?”
“Cause he’s a dick and needed to be put in his place.”
“You’re very forward.” He shrugs. “What did he have to say?”
“Not much I care to repeat, or you need to hear.” I bite the inside of my lip to stop the painfilled tears from bursting free. “I explained to him what my intentions are with you and that I will use my wealth and power to fight against him if he tries keeping Hunter from you.”
“You shouldn’t have done that,” I half-whisper the words because, secretly, I'm glad he did.
Closing the computer in my lap, Logan places it next to his coffee before lifting me up and dragging me over his legs. An action I find he enjoys doing.
“I told you, I’m going to love you, Brynlee. That means sticking up for you against people who think they hold power over you. I won’t let your father hurt you or Hunt.”
I think I just fell a little more in love with this man.
Leaning forward, I lay tiny kisses along his jaw before reaching his lips. It’s slow, tender. Filled with the promise for more. A promise I want, right now.
“Logan,” I breathe out. “Take me upstairs.” His stare is hard as he searches my eyes. “Please,” I add when he doesn’t move.
“You sure?” His voice is rough with desire.
I nod.
“You can always say no.” The gruffness in his words tells me that if I do, it just might kill him, but he’d respect it.
“I know. But I won’t.” I giggle as he growls, and I feel it reverberate through his chest. Burying my head in his neck as he takes the stairs two at a time, I nibble along the column of his throat, sucking when I reach his fluttering pulse.
“Be careful,” he growls. And at first, I think I’m hurting him until I feel his hardness pulsing against me. He’s large, excited, and very ready to take control.
“And if I’m not?” I tease.
Falling onto the bed, he leans up to warn me, “I may not be able to control how rough I am with you then, Bryn. I don’t want to hurt you, but when you push a man too far…” He shrugs, and I absolutely want him to complete his thought.
“What happens? Will you show me?” His nostrils flare and his eyes darken at my request, and I know he’s going to give me exactly what he’s been trying to hold back all this time.
Stripping his clothes off in record time, Logan, at once, begins to tug and pull at mine. Ripping my shirt in the process of yanking it over my head, he flings it behind him. I’ve barely blinked, and I’m naked, Logan’s eyes feasting on me as he stands at the end of the bed, one knee bent between my open legs. His breathing is harsh, coming out labored.
“I wanted this to be gentle,” he moans. “I wanted your first time to be special.”
Sitting up, I place one hand on his thigh and move the other to wrap around his hefty girth. The tips of my fingers don’t even touch, he’s so large. His body tenses, and his head drops back as soon as he registers my hands on him.
It’d be a lie if I said I didn’t feel all kinds of powerful right now. He brings that out in me.
“What if I told you I didn’t want gentle?” He hisses as I lean forward and lick the engorged head of his aching cock. Moaning at his flavor.
A hand gently brushes through my hair as he strokes me while I taste him. I’ve always been fascinated by the enjoyment women reap out of such an intimate act, and now, I know why. Men are at their most vulnerable in this state, and seeing Logan, this big, muscular jock, entirely at my mercy is enough for me to shed all inhibitions.
“What if I told you, I have some very primal desires?” Pushing back from his body, I turn my back on him and lean forward. Crossing my arms behind my back, hips raised, I meet his stare.
Deep.
Dark.
Powerful.
He knows exactly what I’m asking for.
I can feel the heat of his hands over my ass cheeks before he even touches me, and my eyes close of their own volition. I’m on sensory overload, and when I feel the coarse hair of his thighs touch the back of mine, I nearly implode.
It’s almost too much.
Logan
I don’t know where this little nymph came from, but damn, am I glad she’s all mine. Submitting to me like I’m her fucking master. Utterly open to anything I want.
When her lips wrapped around the head of my cock, I nearly came right in her mouth. I was so close to losing it. Now, I’m glad I didn’t.
The way she’s presented herself to me, surrendering her body, her pleasure, tells me more than words ever could. I know Brynlee, she wouldn’t expose herself so freely to me if she didn’t love me. The woman believes in love and happily-ever-after more than anybody I know.
And I’m going to give her exactly that.
“Bryn, baby. You have to know that if you stay like this, if I take you this way, that’s it. You’re mine. I won’t ever let you go. If you don’t want that, then you need to turn over right now.” I give her three seconds to decide before rubbing my dick between her slick folds, her scorching heat nearly burning my cock. I may just die of unrestrained fucking pleasure today, and I think I might be okay with it.
Laying across her back, the palms of her hands flat against my abs, I kiss along her spine, up her neck to her ears. “Thank you,” I whisper before guiding my cock to her core. Without hesitation, I fill her to the hilt. Her silent scream from the pain of breaking her hymen pushes tears from her eyes.
Swiping the drops from her face, I bring them to my tongue for a taste then whisper, “You’re mine now, Brynlee. Nobody can take you from me, ever.”
Leaning my forehead against the back of her head, my hips begin to shift slowly. Pulling out nearly all the way, I slam back inside of her. Her petite body moves up the bed a few inches.
Grabbing her hands from the small of her back, I tangle our fingers and push our arms up the bed, so I’m covering her completely. Owning her. Loving her.
“Tell me you like it, Bryn. Tell me I’m not hurting you.” My thrusts are filled with such force that I can’t stop. I’m racing to a finish line I had no idea I needed to reach.
“Deeper, Logan,” she pants while peeking back up at me.
“Fuck,” I hiss out as I slow my movements but continue pushing for more. “I go any deeper, and I’ll be inside your womb.” That will only land her pregnant.
“Shit.” Fuck. A picture of her round in the belly with my child is all I can see now. My dick grows harder, begging me to make it a reality.
Brynlee pushes her hips back up at me, spreads her legs wider, and taunts me with a smirk and a daring look.
“Fine,” I grunt. I know I sound angry, but my desire is visceral for this woman. “You want deeper, I’ll give it to you, but this is how I’m going to fuck you until I’ve got a baby in your belly. You want to put that picture in my head, it’s going to fucking happen now.”
Sitting up, I grip her hips so she can’t move and angle my thrusts to go deeper until I feel it. A resistance stronger than her virginity.
The wholly fucking grail of all women.
“Scream for me this time, Bryn.” My words are growled as I push my cock so far into her body that I have nowhere else to go.
Brynlee screams her release as my dick goes wild, thrusting harder, pushing farther, until I feel myself explode. White-hot heat pulses through my body as I unload inside her womb, collapsing on top of her. Her legs give out. My hips won’t stop thrusting, and her body is vibrating with the power of her pleasure as I slowly roll us to the side.
“That what you wanted, Brynlee? To make me lose control?” When she doesn’t answer, I turn her chin to see that she’s passed out. Shifting her hair to the side, I lay a kiss on her cheek before sliding down to pepper gentle ones along her neck. Feeling the drumming beat of her pulse, I don’t hesitate to suck on the flesh until she moans, and I’m confident I’ve left a mark.
Carefully pulling from her body, I slip from the bed, intent on hitting the showers because Carter will be home from his friend's house soon. All movement stops when Bryn rolls to her back, and I am entranced by her naked form. Brushing a hand from her throat, down her chest and belly, I stop as I reach her clit. Rubbing small circles on the bundle of nerves, pride swells through me when she shivers.
I watch her for a brief time before pulling the sheet over her body and heading to the shower. She’s mine now. I can have her whenever I like.
Emotion swells my heart, and I know not only will I love her but that I already do.