Page 47 of One More Chance
Logan chuckled, “We’ve waited fifteen years, what’s a few more minutes?” he smiled wryly and yanked her hand. Her body slammed into his and with one arm he gripped her around her back. She tossed her head back and laughed, then looped her legs around his waist.
“Ready?” he asked.
Charlotte nodded. Logan slowly lowered down into the steaming hot pool until they were seated on the bottom, the water cresting at Charlotte’s collarbone.
Charlotte held Logan’s hand under the water and leaned back against the slippery rocks, “This feels amazing,” she murmured.
“It does.” Logan reached his arms around Charlotte’s shoulders and kissed her on the top of her head. She smiled and settled into the increasingly familiar muscles of his chest. “But the best is yet to come.”
Charlotte looked up at him. “Is that so?” She felt like a horny teenager and reached for Logan’s cock. He shifted away from her.
“That’s not what I meant.”
This was the third time Logan had rebuffed her sexual advances, Charlotte wondered what was going on, but pushed it to the back of her mind.
“It’s cryotherapy time,” he grinned and scooped her up in his arms and leapt out of the spring.
“No, no, no, no, no,” Charlotte squealed. “Logan Brush, don’t you dar—”
But he had already set her down in the snow. Charlotte squealed. The steam rushed off their bodies as they melted into the freezing cold snow. She grabbed a handful of snow and chucked it at Logan. He expertly slapped the crudely shaped snowball out of the air. “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he said and scooped up a giant handful of snow and tossed it, so the freezing pellets rained down over her body. Charlotte squealed again and batted at the falling snow like a cat. Logan scooped her back up in his arms and stepped back into the spring. Her body felt like it was on fire.
“It’s prickly, it hurts,” she said as she slapped playfully at his arm.
“I know, it’s a good hurt though,” he replied. He closed his eyes and sank down under the water, his smiling face replaced with steam and bubbles. Charlotte watched the bubbles travel toward her until Logan surfaced inches from her. She leaned forward to kiss him, but he pulled back. “There’s something I need to tell you.” His hands were on her knees and while his face was only inches from her face, he wouldn’t meet her gaze.
Charlotte’s stomach knotted. “What is it?”
“Whoo-hoo! Looks like we found some lovebirds here,” someone hollered, breaking the serenity of the area.
Logan and Charlotte whipped their heads around to see three men approaching them, trudging through the snow.
“Don’t let us interrupt.” The leader, a pock-faced string bean of a teenager grinned and elbowed his pudgy friend. Charlotte felt pure terror when she saw that he was holding up a cell phone, filming them.
Logan stood up in the waist-deep pool, water dripping from his hair, his hands clenched by his sides, “You guys need to leave,” he yelled and pointed to the road.
The fat kid stopped dead in his tracks and stared. “Holy shit, is that Logan Brush?”
“Put that phone down,” Logan yelled. He leaped out of the hot spring and bolted across the snowy ground in his bare feet, buck naked. The boys stood wide-eyed and frozen in their position. Logan grabbed the cell phone out of the skinny kid’s hand, deleted the video and handed the phone back. “Now leave.”
The skinny kid took a step back, raising his hands into the air, “Whoa, man. Take it easy.”
“You three are going to leave now.”
Two of the boys obediently turned and started to walk back down the trail, but the tall skinny boy stood his ground.
“You don't own this hot spring.” He crossed his arms across his chest. Charlotte watched as Logan's back bristled, not unlike like a werewolf, and found herself worrying about what she was about to witness. The skinny teenager didn’t stand a chance against Logan.
“Get the fuck out of here right now. I’m not going to ask you again.”
Charlotte took the opportunity to slip out of the pool while the eyes of the teenagers were distracted by Logan. She grabbed the blanket off the rock and wrapped it around herself. She stood on the edge of the hot spring shifting her weight from foot to foot.
“You're done, pal.” The boy grinned. “Come on guys, let's get out of here and give Logan Brush and his treat of the week a little privacy.”
Charlotte fell to her knees in relief as the three turned and trudged off down the snowy trail.
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LOGAN WAS SHAKING,but not from the cold; anger and adrenaline coursed through his veins, heating him from within. He unclenched his fists when he felt Charlotte’s cool nipples press into his back. She wrapped her arms and the blanket around his body.
