Logan made a sound I could only describe as a dying teakettle.
“She needs to be sedated,” she muttered to me under her breath, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
Meanwhile, her mom was in full TED Talk mode. She even had slides. Bullet points. Diagrams. One labeled “Finding Your Inner O.” I learned more in that twenty minutes than I had in my entire life.
And when she was finished, she turned to us with a cheery clap of her hands. “Well, help yourselves to anything that sparks your curiosity!”
Logan declined so fast. “We’re good, thanks! Sooo good! No curiosity here. None. At. All.”
But listen, when someone offered you a free sex toy and you were three beers deep, you didn’t say no. Especially when it was your future mother-in-law. I reached in and grabbed the smallest, least threatening object I could find. It had the C curve to it, and it came with a remote. That sounded like the perfect torture device to try on Logan since we had been so busy around the farm. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.
Logan and her mom were murmuring things to each other under their breaths, not paying attention to me. Logan looked like she was going to spontaneously combust. Her mother finally relented and went for her purple treasure chest to lock it away.
“I will never recover from this,” she whispered to me as she walked up to me and leaned forward, resting her forehead against my chest, letting her hair fall in front of her face like a curtain. She was so fucking cute, a part of me wondered what filthy things I could do to her to bring that flush back to her cheeks. I couldn’t have my way with her yet, as her parents were in the next room over and I wanted her to scream for me. Plus, she’d been avoiding me by not sleeping in the bedroom with me, but that would change tonight. And then only one day, two tops, and I would have her all to myself because her parents were going home after the festival this weekend.
“I’m going to bed. Goodnight, Mom, Dad,” she announced as she walked to our bedroom. I knew she was doing it just to get out of the room, to dismiss herself until her parents went to sleep, as she’d done it the last three nights. But I refused to let it continue.
I followed, the little toy burning a hole in my pocket just like her panties used too, but I didn’t want to use it now. I had plans for it for later though. I walked in and closed the door behind me and she paused, her shoulders stiffening. She glanced over at me.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, but I didn’t respond, instead walking up to her and wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her toward me. Letting her feel the hard length of me digging into her back. She practically panted, and I couldn’t stop myself from plunging my hand down the front of her pants and finding her drenched. She was like putty in my hands the moment I touched her.
“Let’s see how quiet you can be, sweetheart,” I murmured against her neck, leaving a trail of kisses down the column of her throat as I worked her with my fingers. Her nails dug into my forearm as I got her closer and closer to her orgasm, until she was chanting my name quietly, and then she erupted. I felt the warmth of her release coat my hand and she went slack in my arms. I pulled free from her pants and sucked her release off my fingers before walking her to the bathroom. Her breathing was starting to settle as I started the hot water for her. After she was done, I went and had a shower, and when dressed in nothing but my sweatpants, she was lying on the bed, facing away from me.
I had a feeling I knew why she’d been avoiding sleeping in here with me—if I was honest, it was why I hadn’t pushed the issue. There was something about the quiet that stripped us bare. No TV show humming in the background, no phones, no work open on her laptop to hide behind and on the farm for me to run to. Just us. Just the kind of stillness where we couldn’t pretend not to feel what we felt. This was about getting close to each other, which she was evading outside of physical intimacy as of late.
That kind of closeness seemed to scare her. The last time she had stayed in here was the night after the bar, which by the time I’d been done with her, she’d practically been asleep. The truth I didn’t want to admit was that maybe it scared me a little too. I’d been alone for so long out here, I had tricked myself into thinking it was what I wanted. But as I climbed into bed behind her and pushed one arm under her pillow and wrapped the other one around her waist to pull her toward me, I knew that this was what I wanted for the rest of my life. She rolled over to look at me with raw vulnerability in her gaze that made my heart stutter before she burrowed into my chest, and we fell asleep tangled up in each other.
The sleigh and horses showed up for the sleigh rides, and the sleigh was bigger than I’d been expecting. Logan said it would work even when it was out of season because people could use it for fun, year-round photos on the property. The woman had seriously thought of everything marketing wise. Tonight was the Evergreen Haven Festival and the only thing I could think about was it being over. Since Logan’s parents had been here, I hadn't had a moment alone with her, and by the time we went to bed every night, we were exhausted from the work leading up to today. Logan had done an amazing job putting all of this together. I’d even go so far as to say she had single-handedly saved my farm. Since the last event, I’d been able to catch up on the bills. I still had a credit card that I was paying on, but hopefully tonight we’d be able to make enough to cover that.
“We should test it out, make sure all the music and queues are working on the trail before the event starts,” I suggested, opening the sleigh door and nodding for her to get in with me. She eyed me but didn’t protest as I climbed in after her. “Hey, Joey!”
“Yeah?” he replied. He was a friend from the firehouse and had volunteered to play coachman tonight for free.
“Keep your eyes forward,” I ordered. My tone had a warning ring to it, but all he did was chuckle quietly to himself as he nickered for the horses to start moving. I was on Logan before the sleigh even started moving, my lips melding to hers, and she was just as needy, just as greedy for me as she started fondlingmy taut cock in my jeans. I pushed her back, shifting my weight over top of her as I got the button of her jeans undone and quickly moved my hand past her panties to her pussy that was wet and ready for me.
“Hmm, all of this for me? Your pussy is weeping for me, Logan,” I growled, moving my fingers gently over her clit, making her squirm. “Unfortunately, you’re going to have to wait just a little while longer for my cock, but I thought we could have some fun in the meantime.” I pulled the little C-shaped device from my pocket and her pupils blew with lust. I removed my hand and slipped the toy past her undone jeans and straight to her core, where the bigger end eased into her pussy, making me growl at how wet she was for me. How she wanted me just as badly as I wanted her. Even the slight rub of my cock through my jeans was going to make me blow my load in my pants again if we kept this up. I needed her,so fucking bad.
I pushed the smaller end against her clit and pushed the power button on the little remote, adjusting the vibrations until she was writhing in her seat, panting my name as quietly as she could in my ear like I was answering her every goddamn prayer. I was beginning to wonder if I was going to come just from watching her unravel for me. But then she got a determined glint in her eyes and pushed me off and got up off the seat. Her legs were trembling, but she dropped to her knees between my thighs and quickly undid my pants and pulled my cock free. I hissed as she kissed the leaking head and then groaned when she slipped it into her mouth and hollowed out her cheeks while maintaining eye contact.
“Fuuuck, Logan,” I murmured to her as she began to bob up and down. I had to bite my tongue to keep my whimpering to a fucking minimum because I’d thought Logan was going to be the one begging, but it turned out she hadn’t just turned the table—she’d flipped the whole fucking thing over and now I was putty in her palm. I couldn’t think of anywhere else I wanted to be.
I wrapped a fist in her hair as I continued playing with the palpitations on the device with my free hand until Logan was whining around my shaft, which had my climax building at the base of my spine. I tried to hold it just a little longer, but with the next thrust of Logan’s tongue, I came so hard my ears started ringing, and she took everything I gave. When I was done, I pulled her off with a groan. She gripped my thighs as she rested her forehead on a knee.
“Lachlan, please,” she begged, and for a second I forgot the device was still buzzing in her pants. I shut it off and she practically lay down on the floor of the sleigh like a limp noodle. I chuckled and helped her back in her seat as we both put ourselves back together. I realized Joey was gone and the sleigh had stopped. We’d been so lost in each other, we hadn’t paid any attention to the sleigh ride’s music or lights. I chuckled as I cupped her jaw and kissed her deeply.
“We’ll have to ride it again. I’ll steer,” I offered as I moved up front to the bench with the remote to our little toy in my hands. This was going to be fun.
Chapter 19
Logan
If I came one more time, I swore I wouldn’t be able to walk anymore. Lachlan managed to work two more orgasms out of me before the event started. Luckily, he hadn’t gotten handsy with the remote since people had started to arrive, but I would say, talk about having good customer service when your lumbersnack of a man was giving you random orgasms in between sales.
The Evergreen Haven Festival was a hit. I couldn’t feel my nose, but I didn’t care. The air had that perfect bite to it—cold enough to make your cheeks rosy, but not so frigid it chased people back into their cars. My breath fogged up in little puffs as I stepped onto the path winding through the farm, my boots crunching lightly beneath me. Everywhere I looked, there were people, families bundled up in hats and mittens, kids dragging red, plastic sleds behind them, couples holding gloved hands as they wandered past rows of evergreens dusted with the lightest layer of snow.
The scent of pine and cinnamon sugar wafted through the air. Our food booths had lines that were ten people deep, and every few minutes, I spotted someone walking past with a paper cup of hot chocolate topped with a mountain of whipped cream, or a steaming pretzel.
Over by the big barn, the sleigh rides were running nonstop. The horses’ breath steamed as they tugged their loads through the trees, bells jingling with every step. Kids squealed and waved from the hay bales piled high on the sides of the path, while their parents grinned behind camera phones, trying to capture every second. I waved back automatically when the sleigh passed with a smile just because I couldn’t help myself.
