Texas CHAOS (Texas Heroes Book 2) (10 page)

“It’s a helluva better idea than you being alone with some man who only wanted one thing from you.” Finally, Logan allowed himself to touch her. Just the act of placing his hand around her shoulder, the familiar scent of her perfume – the nearness of her body to his had him rock hard and ready. Maybe she was right…maybe this wasn’t smart. All he knew was that he’d been obsessed with getting her someplace where he knew she was safe.

Just for a little while.

His home wasn’t large, but he’d had it modernized so it had all the comforts he’d had at home. A wrap-around porch, a fireplace, a nice bathroom. It wasn’t a mansion, but he liked it. “Have a seat, I’m going to make us some coffee. I think we need it.” Logan wondered if he had time for a cold shower. 

As Jenna sat on the brown leather couch adjacent to the fireplace, Logan flipped on a lamp. When he did, Jenna could see him clearly for the first time since leaving the bar. What she saw made her breath hitch in her throat.

He was aroused.

Big time.

There was no denying what she saw. Logan had a hard on.

For her?

She let him walk off while her mind spun. Was this possible? She jumped up and began to pace. What if he did want her? What if all of this was some grand gesture on his part because of their age? What if she could make this right?

Before she could change her mind, Jenna began to remove her clothes. Oh yea, she was inexperienced, but Jenna had one advantage in the situation.

She had fantasized about him so much and so often, Jenna knew exactly what she was going to do.

Seduce Logan Gray

– or die trying.

In the kitchen, Logan put on his old fashioned percolator, then hung over the sink, splashing water in his face while the coffee brewed. Was he crazy? The woman he adored was in the next room. He could count the times on one hand that he’d allowed them to be totally alone with each other. And now - she was here, she was legal and most importantly – she wanted him.

“Logan?”

Logan jerked up right, running both hands through his hair. “Yea?”

“Could you come here for a second?”

“Coffee’s not done, I’ll be there in a minute.” He needed just a bit more time to get his errant dick in line. Now that he had her here – what could he say? What could he do? He’d hope to get her to go home to Gray Wolf where he’d know where she was, and that she was safe.

“I don’t want any coffee,” she called. “There’s something else I want. Something I need.”

With only a moment’s hesitation, Logan left the kitchen. “What can I do for you, Jenna?” When he stepped around the corner, he froze – he couldn’t move, speak or think.

Jenna, his Jenna was lying on the couch. Her head on a pillow, her eyes on him, that sweet tongue of hers peeking out and licking her top lip. One leg was bent, her back arched – her incredible breasts thrust up. And God help him…

She was gloriously, stupendously nude. 

Completely naked.

“Jenna?” His whole body blazed red hot. Electric. If he’d thought his cock was hard before, now it was huge, rock-solid and throbbing.

“Logan?” She held her hand. “Make love to me.” She ran one hand over her breasts, down her middle to tease the top of her mound. “Please?”

“This is…this is not why I brought you here.”

He didn’t take his eyes off of her. She could see his chest moving up and down, taking in deep breaths. But still…he didn’t move.

Well, if the man won’t come to Jenna, she’d have to go to her man. “No? I can’t think of a better reason. I’ve wanted you for years.” Gracefully, she rose and began walking toward him slowly with catlike grace.

Logan’s mouth was dry, his body shook. The woman was fuckin’ perfect. Over the years, he’d envisioned how beautiful she must be under her clothes.

Damn, he wasn’t even close.

“You’re magnificent,” he whispered. The truth couldn’t be contained. Every part of her was utterly delectable.

“No strings attached. No expectations. No promises. Just love me.”

God, he loved her. He’d always loved her. That wasn’t the problem.

Logan was still stuck in his tracks. His mind wasn’t functioning worth a damn. “Jenna, this…”

“Is what I want.” She stepped up to him, her swollen nipples grazing his chest. “You’ll never know how I’ve dreamed of this moment.” Placing her hands on his shoulders, she rose up on tiptoe and fitted her mouth to his. “Kiss me.”

One touch, that’s all it took and Logan was free. Free to touch, free to hold, free to join their lips and inhale her like she was life-giving oxygen. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. She was small, delicate. When she was nestled against him, his body enveloped hers – and he never wanted to let her go.

Jenna began working on his shirt as they kissed, undoing buttons and tugging it from his pants. When he tried to stop her hands, “Baby, baby, we…”

She went with step two.

“We can do anything we want to do.” Turning in his arms without breaking contact, she placed her bottom against his swollen package and rubbed – up – down, looking over her shoulder and up into his eyes.

Up. Down.

He was so big and hard, she felt like she was rubbing against a steel rod.

Logan was hyperventilating. He was about to die. There was no way in hell he could keep his hands off of her. Wrapping an arm around her, he covered one breast with a big palm – and rubbed.

She purred, the woman
fuckin’
purred.

Logan didn’t have a chance.

“Jenna, what are we doing?” he groaned the words.

“Anything we want to.” She turned in his arms again, seeking his mouth, kissing him so hard and deep that she felt dizzy. He felt so good, Jenna opened his shirt and rubbed against him. “What I’ve been wanting to do for years.” Letting her lips slide down his neck, she kissed over his pec and took a bite, sinking her teeth into the muscle, nipping him playfully.   

“Fuck, baby.” He was putty in her hands.

“Take me to bed, Logan.” Now, she was working on his belt buckle. “I need you so much.”

Reality blurred with fantasy. This is exactly what he wanted. This is what he’d imagined. When he lay in the bed alone, jacking off – this is what went through his mind. She was his fuckin’ fantasy. His wet-dream girl. Logan walked her backwards toward the bedroom. After a couple of steps, he just let out a curse and picked her up, sweeping out of the room and down the hall, kicking the door open. Striding to the king size bed, he gently laid her down. He couldn’t help but think of how often he’d picture her here – just like this. Jenna was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Tearing off his clothes, he threw pants to one side, socks and underwear to the other. For the first time, Jenna could see him, all of him. “You’re such a man,” she breathed, raising her hand to touch him. He was so beautiful, so big – so perfect.

When her hand enclosed his cock, Logan shuddered. “Damn, damn,” he ground the words out between clenched teeth.
Please God, don’t let me embarrass myself.

“Come down here with me.” Jenna had step three to go and then – hopefully he’d want to take over. She had nothing to go on from there. 

Obeying her command, he went down on one knee. Sipping from her lips, holding his body over hers, he allowed himself to realize that this was really happening. He was about to make love to the woman he worshiped, the woman he adored more than life. Jenna placed both hands on his chest and pushed. At first he thought she wanted up, but when he followed her direction, Logan found himself on his back. “What are you doing to me?”

“Making myself happy,” she confessed. Coming over him, Jenna straddled his big body.

Logan stared – and stared. Was he dreaming? Lifting a hand, he ran it from her throat, between those glorious tits, over her flat stomach to the treasure between her legs. “You’re bare. Why are you bare?”

Jenna laughed. “I’ve been planning on making love to you on my eighteenth birthday for a long time. I knew you had a problem with our ages and I wanted to wait until you had no excuse…” Her voice faded, then she continued. “I wanted to be ready.”

Logan was too far gone to argue. He was ready now.

Jenna raised her hips and settled on top of him. She didn’t take him inside, rather she fit her sex over the top of his cock as it lay flat against his stomach. Resting her palms on his chest, she shifted until the lips of her vulva enveloped the thick shaft of his cock – then she began to slide up and down. Every forward motion brought the flared head of his cock in contact with her clitoris. “Oh, God, Logan.”

Holy Merciful… Logan’s breath left his lungs in a rush. The woman was taking his breath away at every turn. How did she know to do these things? All he could do was cup her sweet ass and hang on as she got herself off, grinding against his cock. It felt good – so good, but he wanted deep inside of her more than he wanted to see tomorrow.

Closing her eyes, Jenna pleasured herself. “This is so much better than just me.” Taking his hands, she fit them over her breasts, wordlessly asking him to touch her.

As if he could resist? Logan gave her what she needed – tweaking, working, teasing and milking those beautiful pink nipples until she was gasping, the movements of her little hips growing more and more frantic by the second.

“Logan!” she cried. He felt her little sex flutter around him. He came within a hair’s breadth of erupting.

That wasn’t going to happen.

With one gentle, firm move, Logan flipped her. He’d been wrong. This was no innocent little girl, this was a woman. At the moment, he questioned none of it, he just knew he had to be inside of her. Now. This minute.

Spreading her legs, he delved his hand between them. There was no need. He knew she was wet – completely ready for him. Taking his cock in hand, he held her gaze. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes,” she whimpered. “Please.”

Fitting the head at her opening, Logan thrust in – deep – to the hilt.

Jenna’s eyes and mouth opened wide. She’d been ready, but she’d had no idea of the fullness, the stretch, the burn. The barrier of her virginity was suddenly breached and she let out a small gasp of surprise and pain.

Logan knew the instant she stiffened that he’d been too rough. Her natural sensuality had stolen his good sense. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I’ll stop.” He began to pull out.

“No!” In response to his attempt to move away, she wrapped both arms and legs around him. “Don’t you dare leave me.”

There were tears in her eyes and Logan bent to kiss them away. “I’m so, so sorry.” This was the woman of his dreams and he’d taken her first time and made a mess of it. “I was too excited.” And he still was – despite her apparent discomfort, he was still erect and throbbing.

“I don’t care.” Jenna framed his face. “No pain, no gain. Isn’t that what they say?” Layering her lips to his, she gave herself over to him. “Take me, love me. Make me yours.” Raising her hips, she urged him to continue.

Logan was helpless. She was so tight, so hot – so his. Stopping was unthinkable. Burying his head in her neck, he slid out, then in. Achingly slow. It was so good, he had no words to even describe the feeling. “Don’t let me hurt you,” he whispered.

Jenna clung to him, loving the weight of his body on hers, the connection they shared – the reality of their becoming one. “The only way you could hurt me is to stop.”

Trying to maintain control, Logan moved in and out of her with care, until she dug her heels into his butt and demanded, “Faster, move faster, Chief.”

Her demand freed him. Logan let go, letting his cock move in and out of her harder and faster. The tight little glove of her pussy hugged him deliciously. Before he was ready, he felt his balls tighten and the rush of an orgasm rise.

Reaching between them, he found her clit and began to swirl around it with the pad of his thumb. “Cum for me, baby. I can’t last and I want you to cum, too.”

Jenna didn’t know if it was his touch, the very act of his lovemaking or the fact that he asked her – but she obeyed, her body tightening, the heat spiraling until a quick flash of pleasure stole her breath. With a shout, Logan came, she could feel his hot seed shooting up inside of her. Pressing her face to his neck, Jenna held on, wanting to make the moment last forever.

But it didn’t. Too soon it was over.

All the fantasies she’d treasured, all the times she’d dreamed of this moment all ended with him wrapping her in his arms and telling her he loved her. Logan would cradle her to his chest, kiss her lips and tell her this was just the beginning.

But that wasn’t what happened.

With a groan, he pulled out, sat up and held his head in his hands. “What did I just do?”

Jenna set up. Touching his back, she stroked him. “You made love to me,” she whispered.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

A thread of doubt began to work its way up her spine. “Logan, I asked for this. You wanted me.”

Raising his head, Logan pinned her to the bed with a stare. “Yea, but I didn’t want to want you.” With that hammer blow of a revelation, he rose and left the room.