“You’re mine, baby. Just mine.”
I’m not sure he even knows what he’s saying. Every word out of his mouth is filled with possessiveness.
He drives into me harder and reaches around, putting a finger against my already sensitive nub. I shake my head. “I can’t…”
He chuckles in my ear. “You don’t think I can make you come again?”
I clench my eyes shut, and it’s as if I’m fighting my own body because the sensation is there and my body is fully reacting to his touch. “I can’t,” I say again even as my body starts to succumb to the pressure.
He lifts me up and starts hitting me at another angle. There’s no holding back, and I squeeze on to him tighter as the orgasm hits me fast and hard. I scream.
He turns my head and covers my mouth with his as my body writhes with the climax. He pummelsinto me until he’s shot every drop of cum deep inside.
I wait for him to take back what he said. Or to say it was in the heat of the moment, but he says none of those things.
He pulls out of me but uses his finger to push his cum inside me and hold it there. “Mine, Bree. You’re mine until I’m done with you.”
I should hate him. I should tell him to go to hell or twenty other things, but I deserve this. I made him like this.
I watch him as he walks into his bathroom. He looks at me through the open door and beckons me to follow him.
I look on the floor around me and can’t find my panties. I can feel the heat in my cheeks as I walk into the bathroom. “I can’t find my underwear.”
He pats his front pocket. “I have them.”
He grabs a towel from under the sink and puts it under the spray of the warm water. I try to take it from him, but he doesn’t let it go. “I got you.”
He then proceeds to clean me up before taking care of himself.
I watch open-mouthed as he cleans himself up and then pulls my skirt fully down over my hips.
I hold a hand out. “And my underwear?”
He pats his pocket. “I’m keeping them.”
I put my hands on my hips. “You want me to work without any panties on?”
He groans and shakes his head. “I didn’t think this through.”
He steps toward me and puts a finger under my chin, lifting my head so I have to look at him. “I won’t get any work done knowing you are in there without any panties, but I’m keeping them.” His voice softens. “You okay with everything? All I can give you is this until your contract is up.”
I gulp hard. I want to tell him everything, but I don’t know how he’s going to react. At this point, I don’t know if it’s going to help matters or make them worse, so I keep my mouth shut and nod.
He tilts his head. “Talk to me, Bree. You’re being too quiet.”
I tell him honestly, “I’ll take whatever you’ll give me, Logan. I know that makes me sound desperate and well, frankly, not very smart, but it’s the truth.If you’re willing to be with me for the next several months, I’ll take it.”
He leans down and seals his lips over mine. The kiss is intense, and when his tongue slides along mine, I whimper.
He breaks the kiss and stares into my eyes. “I’m just as desperate for you, Bree.”
I pull from his hold and put some distance between us. “So, uh, how is this going to work? Are we keeping this between us? No one needs to know… or uh, what are you thinking?”
I prepare myself because I’m sure he doesn’t want to announce to the town that he’s with his ex-girlfriend. He raises his eyebrows. “What? You think I’d treat you like a booty call? Is that what you’re thinking?”
I just stare at him. “I don’t know what to think. I know you don’t want to hear this… hell, you probably don’t even believe it, but I came here to try and fix us.”
He holds his hand up. “There’s no fixing us, Bree. We don’t have a future together, not like that. We can uh, enjoy each other, but there’s an end to it.”
