Chapter 5 #2
She had to hand it to him. Logan seemed to have the patience of Job. One finger eventually became two, and two became three. Hours could have passed for all Lacy knew as he took his time to stretch her. All the while he added even more lubrication.
Finally, seventy-two years later, she felt the tip of the plug against her ass.
“Shit,” she breathed out on a whisper as he pressed the wicked toy deeper. She really should have picked a smaller size.
“Logan,” she gasped as he continued to breach the tight portal.
He captured her gaze and then, with a wink, he pushed the fat end completely inside as her anus clenched around the base.
“Ohmigod.” Once again, he led her through the breathing exercises and then, just like before, he distracted her. This time with the dildo.
He grinned as he rimmed the opening of her body with the toy. “We won’t need lube for this one. You’re soaking wet.”
“You can’t put…”
That was as far as she got before Logan shoved the dildo in to the hilt.
Her back arched off the bed as her second orgasm rumbled along her spine, ravaging her. That orgasm was followed immediately by a third, more powerful one when Logan removed one of the nipple clamps and then the other.
Her cries were hoarse as her body trembled in the aftermath. Logan laved her sensitive nipples with hot, wet, soothing kisses. He’d done no more than push the dildo inside. He hadn’t even fucked her with it. She had come three times tonight and it had only taken him one little thrust to do so.
A trickle of sweat tickled her cheek as it slid along her damp skin. The room had been chilly when they’d first walked in. Now, it was like a sauna, the air thick and humid.
Logan untied her wrists, slowly drawing her arms down as he massaged her shoulders. He had just given her three earth-shattering orgasms. It felt as if she should be the one worshiping at his feet, taking care of him and giving him the moon on a silver platter.
However, it was Logan who gave as she lay there with no more strength than a newborn kitten. He ran his fingers along the valley between her breasts, over her stomach and back to her pussy. Her inner muscles fluttered against the thick plastic as he pulled the dildo out.
When his fingers drifted lower, to the plug, she sucked in a deep breath and held it.
“Ready?”
It was the first time he’d asked permission to do anything tonight. The fact that, ready or not, the damn big thing needed to come out, wasn’t lost on her.
Logan placed a quick kiss on her cheek as he gripped the base of the plug and pulled it free. She closed her eyes tightly as the thickest part passed, sighing in relief—and disappointment—as he dropped it to the floor by the bed.
She felt…empty.
“That was…” Lacy couldn’t find the words.
Logan simply nodded, looking at her so intently she had to fight the urge to glance away. He could see too much and she didn’t have the strength to hide, to shelter her emotions.
“You’re incredible, Lacy.”
She closed her eyes and pretended there wasn’t going to be a “but” added to the end of that statement. She could read him too. Whatever he’d just seen in her face—and she was pretty sure it was pure, unadulterated, undying love—had helped him batten down his hatches.
He was going to break her heart.
“We can’t do this again.”
She tried to push herself upright, but her arms were still weak so it took some effort. “Why not?”
“You’ve had a crush on me since you were a kid.”
She blushed and glanced down. “I wasn’t sure you knew that.”
He cupped her cheek, forcing her gaze to meet his. “It was pretty hard to miss. I didn’t know you knew about Yvette, that you’d followed us. God, Lacy. How much of what you’re feeling right now is based on what you know about me and my needs? How do you know this is really what you want?”
She scowled. “Um…maybe because I’m a fucking adult and I know what I like.”
“Jane pretended she liked BDSM at first too. We fell in love with each other and when those emotions were new it was easy for her to go along with my desires because she wanted to make me happy. In the end, she wound up resenting me for what I wanted.”
“I’m not pretending.”
“How can you be sure?”
She snapped. Her temper flaring red-hot. “I can!”
“I don’t want to hurt you. You’re the last person on earth I’d ever want to hurt.”
The anger that had flashed dissolved into heartbreak. “You’re hurting me now.”
“And that’s why I need to leave.”
Fourteen years earlier…
“I think it’s on the back porch,” Evan yelled from the kitchen.
Lacy glanced up, surprised when Logan stepped outside. She turned her head away from him quickly, not wanting him to see her cry. She’d had a crush on Logan her entire life, so it was just her luck he’d show up and catch her ugly crying.
“Hey, Lace.” He walked over to retrieve a cooler. Logan and Evan were going camping with a bunch of their friends for the weekend. Needless to say, once again, she had been deemed too young to tag along.
“Hey,” she said, not looking his direction.
She was used to being invisible to her brother’s friends. They were eight years older and there was precious little a gang of twenty-somethings had in common with a thirteen-year-old. So she hadn’t expected Logan to walk over to where she was slowly rocking on her mom’s loveseat glider.
“You crying?”
She shook her head, refusing to face him. Of course, she didn’t help her lie by reaching up to wipe away her tears.
“What’s wrong?”
“Missy Martin kissed Bucky Largent.”
“Oh. And you like Bucky?”
Lacy crinkled her nose in disgust as she looked at Logan. “Eww. No. Gross.”
“You like Missy?”
She rolled her eyes. “No. But now I’m the only girl in my class who hasn’t kissed a boy.”
Logan chuckled. She expected him to walk away, as he clearly didn’t find her reason for crying very important.
Once again, he did the unexpected. He put the cooler down and sat next to her on the loveseat. “I wouldn’t worry about that too much. You’re going to kiss lots of guys in your life. Doesn’t matter if you’re last or not.”
“Nobody likes me like that.”
“They will.”
Lacy had her doubts. The boys in her class tended to flock toward the girls with the big boobs. Hers had yet to make an appearance. “Pretty sure I’m going to die alone.”
Logan laughed and stood up. “Tell you what. If nobody’s kissed you by the time you’re eighteen, I’ll kiss you.” With that, he picked up the cooler and headed back into the house, while Lacy did some math.
In five years, Logan Grady was going to kiss her. Lacy had waited this long. She could wait five more years.