I want to make Logan feel as overwhelmed as I do. Taking his hand, I press his fingertips against the thin skin of my throat, and he jolts like he’s being electrocuted when he feels the bulge of his cock. His shaft swells impossibly thicker, choking me, slippery with my spit and his come and I love,lovethe sound of his deep voice growling, “Ohhhh,feck,Bella!” His beautiful body shudders and he comes, spurting down my throat, leaking from my lips, messy and glorious.
“You’re gonna…” he pants, “you’re gonna pay for that.” Rolling me over, he cages my head between his forearms, stroking the hair out of my eyes. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in an age.” He says it so sweetly, this man who’s so savage that he could probably tear the hatch off a tank, but now being so delicate that I can barely feel his fingers. “Just how sore are ye from yesterday?”
Wait. He’sstillhard?
“Some,” I admit, spreading my thighs invitingly as he slides between them. “I’m sure ye can make me feel better.”
Logan grins, that rakish pirate grin that promises trouble as he swiftly rolls on a condom.
“Keep your eyes on mine, sweet wife.”
I’ve never been able to look a lover in the eyes before. It seemed too… personal. Too intrusive. But my husband and I stare at each other, mapping each expression and savoring each moan as he slides inside me, painfully slowly, one taunting inch at a time. So different from yesterday’s frenzied coupling against the lingerie store wall. When he’s inside, his hard piercing rubbing tauntingly against the top of me, he groans, dropping his head on my chest.
“Shite, you’re so good… So tight and silky inside,” he whispers in a newly dark tone that makes me shiver. “I’m gonna fuck ye senseless.”
“Oh- okay.” Three syllables, it’s all I can manage as this gorgeous, gigantic man begins moving inside me, agile hips sliding in, then scooping up and back to do it again.
Itstings.In the best possible fecking way it stings and that is perfectly fine because his cock is sliding inside me, striking nerve endings like match tips and I am onfire.
He shoves in and out of me greedily, hard, and rough now. I can hear his grunts and groans in my ear, my consciousness spiraling in until the only thing that matters is the sound of his voice and the heat of his cock spreading me, filling me, and when he angles his hips just so, the piercing at the base of his cock slams against my clitoris and I scream. Every muscle turns to granite and I tighten hard enough to hold his cock at a standstill.
“This pussy is clenching me like a fecking fist,” he says, hoarse and guttural. “If ye dinnae loosen up, you’re gonna rip my cock off. But what a way to go…” Stroking calloused fingers along my thighs, he waits until I can breathe, relaxing my legs a bit.
“Now, it’s my turn.” His deep voice vibrates through me, his cock throbbing like a heartbeat. With a mischievous wink, he tightens his grip, sliding his hands under my arse and standing, thick legs planted and bounces me up and down on his slick cock, my thighs and his wet from my finish. Arms and legs wrapped around him like a howler monkey on a palm tree, I gasp and moan my way through another orgasm before his fingers tighten painfully on my arse and he joins me.
Leaning against the wall next to the bed, he’s squishing me between his heaving chest and the expensive grey paint as we catch our breath, laughing together as I feel his heartbeat radiate through me.
Chapter Twenty-One
In which it takes a mere forty-five minutes of post-coital bliss for everything to turn to complete shite. Even for a MacTavish, that might be some kind of a record.
Logan…
It’s blissful.
Everything is perfect between us for a full forty-five minutes after I fucked her senseless.
Then, the conversation I’ve been waiting for.
“I need to borrow your phone,” she says.
We’re sitting on the deck off the master bedroom, looking out over the city, though we’re concealed from view by a series of potted trees and flowering plants. May is still chilly in Glasgow, so I’ve turned on the fire pit, and she’s pushing her toes dangerously close to the flame.
“Ye need a new phone of your own. I tracked the signal on your old one until it disappeared somewhere over the Atlantic, so they likely scanned it and then crushed it.”
“Tracking my phone? How did ye- never mind, I dinnae want to know,” she sighs, taking a gloomy gulp of her tea. “I have some money saved. I’ll get another one.”
“Technically, itismy fault that your phone was taken, so it’s only fair that I replace it. We can add in some security features that will be important for your safety.”
Her eyes survey me suspiciously over her mug. “How so?”
“Encrypted data so no one can hack into your messages, the only person who can track ye will be me.”
“I dinnae need anything fancy. I really do need to call Tasgall Scott, he’s the headmaster at the Wallace School and I need to let him know what’s been going on. I’ll be lucky if I dinnae get sacked after disappearing in the middle of the school day and leaving my kids- my students, I mean, alone.” She pushes her tangle of curls back, looking miserable. “The poor bairns must have been so worried when I dinnae come back.”
“We already checked in with Scott after ye were taken. It appears your detective showed up at the school, looking for ye. Also, your neighbor, the one who came tearing out her door with the soup ladle that night?” I chuckle, remembering the woman’s fierceness. “A regularAife,she was.”
Bella nods approvingly. “Meera is likely her reincarnation. Wait. What do ye mean,yecalled the headmaster?”
