Texas CHAOS (Texas Heroes Book 2) (19 page)

Logan was grateful for Ronan’s words. “Yes, it did. I just need to get my new wife alone for a few minutes.”

That was easier said than done. A chorus of congratulations rose all around them. Several elbowed Tango. “Trying to make time with the Chief's girl. Shame on you.”

“She didn't have on a ring!” He defended himself.

All of this time Jenna had stood relatively silent, accepting their sentiments and watching Logan’s reaction. It was obvious he’d told none of the men that he’d gotten married since they’d seen him last. Why hadn't he said anything about it? Maybe it was just a 'man' thing. She knew well if it had been her and some girlfriends, the news would have been the first thing out of her mouth. “We got married on the spur of the moment.” she said with a hint of apology.

“Well, you are one lucky man, Chief.” Chris shook his hand, then hugged Jenna while all the men followed suit.

“Thank you, thank you all.” Logan felt what he knew to be remorse. He had to take care of the lack of ring pronto. “We're going shopping in just a few minutes to rectify the ring situation.” Catching her by the hand, he pulled Jenna close, gratified to see the joy spread across her face. The least little gesture of affection made her happy.

“We're going ring shopping?”

“We are.” Looking around, he waved a hand at his crew. “Breaks over. Get back to work.” With some good-natured grumbling, the men returned to their job. Taking Jenna's hand, Logan led her back to his office. “So you brought me cookies?”

“I did. I hope they’re as good as Terra’s” She placed the platter on his desk.

Logan had the good grace to look sheepish. “I never encouraged her. I never asked her out since that one night. She was just persistent.”

Jenna shrugged with a smile. “Can’t blame a girl for trying, especially when the prize is so easy on the eyes.” She gave him a wink and ran her hand down his arm until she could grasp his hand. “I’m not worried about her. Is it okay that I came?” Jenna motioned out toward his men. “Did you not want them to know about us?”

Logan came to her. “No, of course it's fine. I just knew they'd want to make a big deal about it and you know how I hate the attention.” Even as he said the words, he analyzed them. Was this the truth? Or had he expected some type of judgment from his men because of his and Jenna's situation – and their age? Determined to stop thinking that way, he gave his beautiful bride a come-hither stare. “Is cookies all you had in mind?

Jenna got a big smile on her face. “Actually, now that you mention it.” She checked the door and turned the lock. “There is something I've thought about a lot.”

Logan felt his cock react to the possibility. “What have you been thinking?”

“Have a seat and I'll show you.”

The desk he sat behind wasn't the neatest in the world, and the chair was worn in a few places. When she went to her knees on the small rug, Logan swallowed hard. “The chair squeaks.”

“Maybe you'd better keep as still as possible,” Jenna teased him as she settled between his legs.

“I can do that,” he nodded as she began to unbuckle his belt. Grasping the arms of the chair, he sat hypnotized as his beautiful Jenna freed his cock and began to pleasure him.

“I think you're bigger than usual,” she giggled, “if that's possible.” With rapt attention on her face, she stroked him, taking his dick in hand and fisting it. “I love to touch you. I need to taste you all over.”

He didn't get a chance to respond, she stole his good sense when she began licking his length from the root to the tip. One delicate hand played with his balls as she acquainted herself with every inch of his aching manhood. Logan held his breath as she inched nearer the sensitive head. And when she slipped those beautiful pink lips over the flared crest, he groaned. “Jenna, Jenna,” he whispered, jerking in agonizing pleasure. He laid a shaking hand on the back of her head. The spark in his blood flamed to wildfire in seconds.

Jenna didn't need any incentive to continue. Making him feel good was so exciting for her. As she bent to her task, she watched his face, taking her cues from the tightening of his mouth or the hooded intensity of his eyes. Swirling her tongue around the head, she began to suck. His whole body tensed as she massaged his thighs, raising herself higher in order to take him deeper down her throat.

“Oh, baby,” Logan groaned as she began a toe-curling rhythm – taking him deep, as she sucked while massaging his aching balls. No woman had ever touched him this way before, he spread his legs wider, his balls knotting with ecstasy as she played with him. Throwing his head back, he flexed his hips up and down, relishing the warm wet sensation of being in her perfect mouth. She sucked – heaven help – she sucked his cock in her mouth and drew on it, milking the shaft until he almost passed out from the pleasure.

Jenna's heart was hammering in her chest, her clit was aching and every impulse she possessed urged her to place a hand between her legs and give herself an orgasm. Giving Logan pleasure was amazing. If they weren't in the fire hall, she'd shuck her clothes and mount him. Knowing there was a half dozen men nearby, she decided to save that impulse until they were alone. Closing her eyes, she doubled her efforts – stroking, sucking, and playing, until his body began to jerk. With a sexy growl, he surrendered, jetting his seed between her lips. Jenna didn't hesitate, she accepted – swallowing, laving his cock with her tongue. 

“Damn, damn, damn,” he whispered, as she placed a lingering kiss on his spent shaft. There were some advantages to being married, that was for sure.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Jenna loved the sunlight, especially the way it danced on the facets of the solitaire diamond ring Logan had given her. Every opportunity she had, Jenna held her hand out in front of her so she could admire it – opening gates, catching sunbeams, pointing at everything as they talked. Typical male, Logan was oblivious. She'd gotten up early and made him breakfast, then insisted on accompanying him as he made his rounds around the ranch. “I want to be more involved,” she told him, catching his hand as they walked.

“You've always been involved,” he reminded her. “This is your home, nothing has changed.”

“Everything has changed, Mr. Gray,” she teased, giving him a playful pinch on his ass.

Logan captured her hand and kissed it. “Listen to me. I want you to do your own thing, not be tied down to Gray Wolf.” This was something else that had worried Logan. “We always planned for you to go to college.”

Jenna was strolling beside him as they made their way from the arena toward the stock pens. “You wanted me to go to college. All I ever wanted to do was marry you.”

He couldn't help but smile. “You are so good for my ego.” As they passed by one of the corrals, Logan caught sight of one of the ranch hands who tipped his hat at them. He wondered what went through people's minds when they saw him and Jenna together. The clerk at the jeweler's store had nailed him with a stare as she'd shown them wedding sets. Several times he'd caught her staring at him with a funny look in her eye.

Jenna looked up at her handsome husband. He didn't have a clue how the women of Gillespie County and the surrounding towns all licked their lips when he was around. Why just today the sales clerk at the jewelry store had been unable to keep her eyes off of him.

“I'll take classes online or commute, but I won't move into the dorm or leave you.” Jenna didn't think that had to be said, but she voiced her desires anyway. “What I'd like to do is take some of the computer work off of you. I know you'll have to teach me your methods, but I learn quickly. I can keep track of the animals and their performance records. I can log in their sales, feed purchases, where they're used, anything.” Her hopeful look made his heart melt.

Logan frowned. “I like the sound of that.” He pulled her close. “I just want what's best for you. I don't ever want to think that I've held you back in anyway.”

“I want to be something, I want to matter; but if that means I have to live apart from you, any success I achieve will be meaningless.” Jenna folded her arms across her rather ample chest. “My ambitions may be old-fashioned, but I want to continue to be a part of this life you've built here. An education would be great, but I don't want a career. The only job I want is to be your wife.”

Logan knew he needed his head examined. He was being offered every man's dream with the one woman in all the world he wanted. So why was he fighting it? Not wanting to dig deeper in his own psyche, he resorted to humor. “But no bull-riding! Do you hear me?”

Jenna stood on tiptoe and kissed him. “Agreed. I still want to trick ride in the shows. But only until I get pregnant.” The word caused him to falter in his movements and she laughed. “Don't worry, I'm not advocating that we start trying anytime soon. I'll admit that I understand why we wouldn't want a baby so fast, I only know that I was happy thinking I was to be a mother of your child.”

Smiling wryly, Logan turned toward the barn. “Especially since I'm not getting any younger.” As part of his routine, he entered the office to review the schedule and sales information.

He'd taken no more than a few steps when Jenna whacked him on the arm, not hard but not playful. “Stop that.” She came in front of him. “I know you own a mirror. I know you know how devastatingly sexy and good-looking you are. What's the problem? You are only thirty-six. Yea, I'm younger but I'm not a kid. I'm a full grown woman who knows who she wants and had good sense enough to go after him.”

“Yes, you are...full grown, that is.” The interior was dim and they were alone. There was no need for him to hold himself back, no need not to enjoy her and love her now. Who knew how long she'd stay? His horror was that one day she'd wake up and realize he'd stolen her youth and innocence and walk away – leaving him high and dry. “Come here.”

Taking her arm, he tugged her to him. She twisted a little, and he held her easily. The weather was nippy, but jeans and a cashmere sweater couldn't hide that sleek, sweet little body as it stroked and rubbed against his. Logan had to reach down and adjust the front of his jeans, he was rock hard and had been from the moment she'd consented to be his wife. He knew he was driving himself crazy with doubt – and for no reason. Jenna had never swayed in her confidence that she wanted him – only him. God help him, he should be the happiest man alive. Logan wanted to wrap her in his arms and cuddle her – rock her – while at the exact same time, he wanted to fuck her until he felt assured she really belonged to him.

“Logan, it's daylight outside.”

“Yea, married people do it anywhere they want to. If we can do it in the fire department office, we can lock the barn door.” Grinning, he dipped his head, stealing a kiss before she could open her mouth to agree. Struggling playfully, Jenna wiggled while Logan wrestled her sweater and jeans off of her. When she was standing before him in nothing but a few scraps of silk, he grasped her hips with trembling hands and leaned in for another kiss – and another. Deep. Soulful. Sexy as hell.

As he loved on her, he realized how she was working to integrate herself in his life. What she didn't understand was that she'd always been there – in his home, at the fire station, here on the ranch. There was nowhere he could look or walk or live that she wasn't already there. And he needed to start appreciating that fact.

“I want you so much.” Jenna's voice was a breathy moan. “I want you all the time.”

“You got me, babe.” Running his hands over her body, he maneuvered her until she was facing a saddle rack. “Hold on.” Gently, Logan pressed her shoulders down, kissing her neck and the soft slope of her shoulder.  Slow and easy was not the order of the day. He'd do slow and easy tonight when he made love to her in their marriage bed. But today - - today he could fulfill yet another fantasy, taking the lovely Jenna for a roll in the hay. Right now, Logan was burning alive for her.

With more eagerness than finesse, Logan finished undressing her, sliding the pink panties over the shapeliest ass in the Hill Country – hell, the lower fifty states. “God, you're beautiful, Jenna Gray,” Logan swore as he quickly opened his jeans and pulled out the throbbing length of his manhood.

“You make me feel beautiful.”

Her voice was breathless and hot, washing over him. She wasn't protesting or pushing him away. His Jenna was losing herself in the moment, just as was losing himself in her.

Since they'd been married, he'd confirmed one of his dearest suspicions. Fucking his wife was pure ecstasy and he didn't have to wait till the sun went down. Protecting her was job one, but when they were behind closed doors... he was the luckiest man alive. “Hold on, baby.” Pressing the head of his hungry cock up to the swollen saturated folds of her pussy, Logan groaned.
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck
. It was like pushing his rod into a living flame. The day wasn't warm, but dampness coated his flesh as the woman he loved literally burned him alive. “You feel so perfect, love,” he praised her as he worked his cock farther up inside her. The feel of her tightening around him, the feminine muscles of her vagina caressing him, milking his sensitive flesh, was amazing. Nothing in the world had ever felt so good. No other pleasure with any other woman had even come close.

Jenna grasped the rough wood of the saddle rack. She was covered by her husband, his hands were moving up and down her body, playing her like a well-mastered instrument. When she reached back for him, needing to hold on, her fingers connected and tugged at the heavy muscle of his thigh. “More, more, please.”

With a primal groan, Logan buried his cock inside her over and over with slow, easy strokes. Closing his eyes, he relished every ripple of response from her pussy, every little squeeze that teased the tip of his cock.

Logan felt a rush of heat at the sound of her voice. Jenna meant business, she spoke to him with a demanding little feminine growl that made him smile. “Oh, you've had enough? All done?”

“Don't you dare!”

There wasn't a chance in hell. His cock was buried about halfway inside of her, throbbing and begging for more. Lying against her, his hands moving from her waist up to cup a pair of luscious tits, Logan planted a trail of kisses across her smooth tanned back. “If you'll ask nicely,” he countered, pressing in deeper even as he teased.

Her pussy responded, growing even wetter, coating his cock with her juices. Logan had to bite the side of his jaw to keep from cumming. His balls drew up tight and a surge of electric rapture raced up the length of his shaft.

“Please, pretty please, I'll make you a cake,” she was panting, her nails digging into the skin of his leg as she reached back to hold him secure – like he was going anywhere.

“Chocolate?” Logan grinned. If she only knew how much more he craved her than any sweet, she'd have him over a barrel.

“Yes, damn you! Chocolate!” Jenna's grip on her own control was fading fast – but she needed a little something more from him – just a little – dammit!

Her fierce little voice thrilled him. “All right, I'll be nice.” Sweat was beading along his forehead. The woman was singeing his very soul. Gripping her tits, he massaged the nipples with renewed focus, causing her to exhale and push back against him. Logan shifted his hips and hammered home, his cock moving in and out of her. With a grimace, he gritted his teeth and held on to his sweet armful as she arched, her little pleas coming out in one erotic whimper after another.

“I don't care if you're nice, just as long as you're hard.” Jenna sassed back at him.

Even in the midst of his erotic stupor, Logan chuckled. He stayed hard inside her. Hell, all the woman had to do was breathe and it made him hard. Drawing back with the crest of his cock just inside her liquid heat, he flexed his hips and thrust forward – harder, faster, over and over – in and out, in and out – fucking her good, giving his wife pleasure. A feminine wail broke the silence in the barn as Logan possessed Jenna. Pushing deep, pulling out – impaling her over and over again with deliberate strokes. The wooden saddle rack creaked with the onslaught as Logan nailed her again and again.

“Logan!”

Hearing her complete surrender, Logan thrust inside her to the root, snarling at the triumphant feeling overtaking him. The pleasure was so complete, he almost blacked out as he came. Needing it all, he pumped in hard and rested deep, laying his head on her naked back. He wanted the moment to last. He wanted to feel everything. He wanted to feel her.

Jenna couldn't hold back. She came with him, her pussy clutching and contracting around his shaft. She undulated her body in his arms, riding his cock, sliding up and down on his pole so the head of his cock stroked every sensitive nerve ending inside of her. The ecstasy tingled through her body like a million tiny sparklers, all igniting all at once.

“You feel so good,” he whispered to her. Bending close, Logan nibbled at the tender place near her ear. “So tight, so hot. Mine.”

“I'm tired now,” she breathed.

“All right. Hold on.” He stepped back, cleaned himself in the nearby bath, then came out to adjust both of their clothing. It made him smile to see how sated she was, how cuddly. Jenna was relaxed and happy.

“Thanks, love.”

Picking her up, he cradled her head on his shoulder. “I'm taking you home so you can nap.”

“I'll start work tomorrow. Okay?” Burying her head against his shoulder, she gave herself up to his care. “And I'll have supper done when you're through for the day.”

“Sounds perfect, sweetheart.”

“I want to be a good wife to you, Logan. I love you with all my heart,” she whispered.

“You are a good wife, Jenna. No one could ask for more.”

* * *

A week or so passed and Jenna felt like her life was settling down the way it was supposed to be. She'd found a sort of routine continuing with the work she'd done with Louisa, helping out with the guests and organizing the rodeo. What she'd added to her daily schedule was Logan and that was no chore at all. Taking care of him, being his wife, falling asleep in his arms was paradise.

Today, spring was in the air and Jenna was in the mood to plant flowers. She was about to borrow one of the ranch trucks to head to the Wildflower Farm when a horn honked. Wiping her hands on a dishtowel, she glanced out the kitchen window and saw her pickup coming down the drive, the one Logan had given her for her birthday – what seemed like an age ago at this point. In actuality, it had only been a few months.

Across the way, Logan heard car engines and looked up. He'd known that Jenna's friend was having someone bring her truck home. He expected it to be Dixie. Jenna would be so glad to see her. Wanting to greet her and thank her for being there for his wife, he shut the gate to the steer corral and started across the pasture. Sure enough, Dixie emerged from the truck, her blonde hair flying in the breeze. The screen door of their house slammed and Jenna came flying out. Dixie clapped her hands in greeting and he could hear their feminine laughter. But about the time he saw Jenna run past Dixie, he saw a man exit from the pickup that had been following Jenna's vehicle. When the other cowboy swept Jenna into his arms and twirled her about, Logan felt a wave of sheer unadulterated jealousy hit him like a ton of bricks. Who the fuck was this guy?