Page 45 of One More Chance
God, he smelled amazing.
She clicked his seatbelt off and unbuttoned his jeans, but before she could sink her face to his lap, he grabbed her by the back of her neck and kissed her hard and fast, then returned his attention to the highway. He flicked the turn signal and pulled off onto a muddy logging road.
Charlotte unzipped his pants, his cock assisted her as it strained against the metal teeth through his green boxer briefs. She heard his breath hitch as she freed him from the constraints of his clothing. His cock stood hard and stiff, a soldier, ready for action, inches from the steering wheel. Charlotte had expected him to be big but sucked in her breath as she gazed at the eight inches of girthy manhood as it stood, rigid and waiting. She gripped him in her hand, her fingertips unable to meet as they circled his cock, Logan groaned softly at her touch. Charlotte heard the tires crunch over the gravel and looked out the windshield. “Where are we going?”
“I’m hoping that the road to the hot springs is clear.”
“Quarter Pond?”
“That’s the one. It’s pretty early in the season, but we should be able to get there. When was the last time you went there?”
“I’ve never been,” Charlotte replied, absentmindedly stroking the impossibly soft skin of his rock-hard cock with her fingertips.
“What? How is that even possible?” Logan reached to the dash and jabbed at the 4-wheel drive button. The duo swayed with the uneven road, Logan’s cock a weighty metronome.
Charlotte shrugged. “Just never had the chance.” She looked out the window while stroking Logan with her thumb.
Quarter Pond was a local secret hot spring, but back in high school, she didn’t have any friends with cars capable of making it up the rough logging road.
“Well, Miss. I’m happy to be the one to take you. Just so you’re aware, it’s one of the prettiest places you will ever see, and one of the stinkiest.”
“I spent a summer in Manhattan, so I’ll be the one to judge the stink level.”
“Why were you in Manhattan?” Logan asked.
“Training, but it’s a long story,” Charlotte replied.
“I feel like you have a lot of those, Charlotte. I can’t wait to hear them all.” He stopped the truck and shut off the engine. He moved to zip up his pants, but Charlotte swatted his hand away. She drew up onto her knees so that she could look Logan in the eye. She wrapped her hands around his strong neck and nipped at his lips. He responded with gentle kisses, his hands rubbing at the small of her back.
She slid down his body, gripped Logan in her hand and flicked the tip of his cock with her tongue. She didn’t think it was possible, but he grew even harder.
“Charlotte. Wait,” Logan gasped as Charlotte started to press her lips down his shaft. “Oh God,” he said as she reached the base and she felt his thighs quiver. “Charlotte...” she looked up at him, his eyes were closed, and his head was pressed back against the headrest.
“Our first time should be more than this. You deserve romance, flowers, expensive sheets. You’re not this girl.”
“Logan.” Charlotte kissed his tip and sat up. “Look at this place.” Sparkling snow surrounded a steaming pool of water and river rocks separated the spring from the cold Chance Rapids river. “I’ve stayed at the most expensive hotels in the country, eaten in the best restaurants. Logan, here, with you in this place, I can’t think of anything more romantic, anything more perfect for...” She trailed off. She didn’t know how to say it, but Logan finished her sentence.
“Our first time,” he smiled shyly.
“Our first time,” she echoed and kissed his lips before the tears had a chance to form. “I know you’re a gentleman, but we’re not rushing into this.”
“You’re right, Charlotte. I’ve been thinking about this day for the past fifteen years.”
“Billie Jo,” she said.
“What?” Logan looked at her, his huge palm cupping her cheek.
“You can call me Billie Jo here. Now. But only here and now.”
“Billie Jo,” Logan said quietly. The name she hated with such a passion sounded pretty coming from his lips. “Come with me.” Logan tucked himself back into his pants and helped her out of the truck. “Are those shoes going to be okay?”
“I’ll get another pair.” She said as her heels sank into the mud.
Logan opened the rear door to the cab, pulled out an Aztec print blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders and lifted her onto the seat. “Not on my watch.” He bent down to unzip her boots and pulled them off her feet. He tossed them into the back seat of the truck and swept her up into his arms. He kissed her as he made his way down the rocky pathway to the hot spring. She held onto his neck and rested her head on his chest, listening to the thump of his heart. The ground was slippery and uneven, but she knew that he wouldn’t drop her, resting in his arms felt like the safest place she had ever been.
They were surrounded by the rotten egg smell of the natural hot springs, but it didn’t matter. Charlotte inhaled Logan’s scent and her heart started to pound even harder. The pheromones coming off Logan, his musky scent was the only thing Charlotte’s brain, and her panties noticed. She had never wanted a man so badly.
He set her down, so she was sitting the edge of the spring. She shivered and pulled the blanket over her shoulders. He took a seat beside her and draped his heavy arm over her shoulders and the blanket.
