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Jane
“Two hours!” I blurt down the phone. “I was there for two hours, Kate! I can’t believe he stood me up!”
“I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation.” Kate tries to mollify me with her soothing voice and sensible words, but all I hear is excuses. “You know what his job is. Something probably came up last minute. These things happen.”
“That’s exactly it!” I cry, lying down on my bed and hugging my favorite cuddly bear, Bonzo. “I don’t know what his job is! I mean… I kind of know, but it’s all so secretive. I really like him, but I don’t think I’m cut out for this kind of life. Not knowing where he is. Whether he’s safe. Alive. Whether I’ll spend two hours at Megan’s coffee shop trying to force a smile on to my face, but the whole time feeling lower than low because the guy I’ve fallen for hasn’t had the decency to even send me a message and tell me he’s not going to make it.”
My doorbell rings, and I waddle through the house with my phone to my ear. Listening to Kate ramble on about how maybe it would be best if I don’t jump to conclusions and if I like Logan, then I should give him a chance to explain, and the other half of my brain is trying to remember what I ordered online, and what pretty little treat might be turning up at my door.
But, when I open the door, it’s not a parcel from Amazon, it’s a big British package with dreamy eyes and tattoos and hands that I want to feel running over my naked body.
“I’ve got to go,” I say absentmindedly to Kate, before hanging up and folding my arms across my chest.
Being near Logan makes my lady parts tingle, but that doesn’t mean I’m ready to let him into my life. I’ve been hurt before, and I’m not about to set myself up for an extra-large helping of heartbreak, tears, and feeling sorry for myself.
“Can I come in?”
“I don’t know?” I say, unable to keep the sassiness out of my voice. “Can you?”
He smiles at me and reaches out for my hand, but I pull away and storm off into the living room, leaving the door open behind me.
I listen to his light steps as he approaches me from behind. I can feel his breath on my neck as he speaks. Feel his presence just inches away from me. It’s like being near a furnace. My whole body feels warm, and all I want to do is pull him to me and snuggle up in his arms like he’s a big sexy blanket with a thick, hot cock I need to feel inside me.
“Something came up,” he says. “I couldn’t get away. If I could have been there, I would. I promise.”
“You promise?” I turn around and wipe the tears from my cheeks. “You promise? That’s not good enough, Logan. You promised you’d meet me for lunch, but it’s clear that some promises are more important to you than others.
“I don’t blame you. I get that you’re job is important to you. That’s it’s not a regular kind of job, and that if I want to be with you there are certain things I am going to have to accept. But the thing is, I don’t think I can accept it.
“I really frigging like you, and maybe I’m making the biggest mistake in all my life, but I think it would be better if you just left.”
He runs his thumb across my jawline and I let out a deep breath as his touch turns me to jelly. “You don’t have to. It wouldn’t be fair to expect you to live that kind of life. It wouldn’t be fair to either of us. And that’s why I quit.”
“You what?”
“I made a choice,” he steps closer and I wrap my arms around his waist, leaning my head against his shoulder as I look up into his deep, mysterious eyes. “And I chose you.”
Our lips collide in a frenzy of passion. His tongue claims my mouth. I run my hand under his t-shirt and gasp as he picks me up and carries me over to the couch.
Sitting down, he places me on top of him. Straddling his not insignificant erection.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I say.
“Yes,” he kisses me again and then pulls my top over my head. Kissing my chest as he unstraps my bra and then gently bites my nipple. “I did.”
“Oh, Logan!” I bury his face in my chest.
Reaching between my legs I unzip his jeans and pull his thick, hard cock free.
It’s hot and soft to the touch, and it’s bigger than anything I’ve experienced before.
For a second, I wonder whether it’ll fit inside me, but pretty soon he has me on the floor, and my legs are in the air and he’s pulling down my panties. His tongue slides over my entrance. He teases my pussy with the tip of his dick. I surrender to his touch as my body clenches and he pushes himself inside me.
Looking down, I can see he’s only half inside, but it feels like I’ve already got a wine bottle shoved up there.
Slowly, he leans forward and kisses me. He rubs my clit with his thumb and finger. Slowly, he pulls back out. Then, pushing forward with his hips I relax and let the glorious sensation of it all fill my body.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls, thrusting deep inside me.
I wrap my legs around his back and rest my head against the carpet.
He kisses my neck and then our mouths are clamped together and when we climax I bite onto his lip so hard it draws a little blood.
“I can’t believe you quit your job for me,” I say, afterward when we’re lying on the floor and I’m wrapped up in his arms and his heavy, glistening cock is flopped across his six-pack.
“I’d do anything for you, Jane,” he says, kissing my forehead and pulling me tighter into his body. “You’re mine now. All mine.”
