Off Limits (Sparks in Texas Book 4) (11 page)

“Thanks.” Lacy grabbed her purse from the
storage closet then gave Evan a quick kiss on the cheek on her way
out.

“You’re sure you’re okay?”

She nodded. “Pinkie swear.”

He smiled and said goodbye.

Lacy waved then rushed outside. Glancing
toward the sky, she saw a dark cloud forming in the distance.
Looked like they were in for a storm tonight. Strangely, Lacy found
some comfort in that thought. She wasn’t in the mood for
sunshine.

Besides, maybe a good old-fashioned, noisy
thunderstorm would drown out her crying. Because she had every
intention of throwing one hell of a temper tantrum the second she
got home. For days, she’d walked around in a haze of pent-up
sorrow. She’d held her depression in, afraid to let it out. Now her
skin felt as if it would crack from the pressure.

She stared at her feet as she pounded the
pavement, walking the five blocks from the restaurant to her
apartment in record time. She’d been so focused on the ground, she
hadn’t noticed Logan’s truck parked on the street out front until
she’d passed it. Then she glanced from the vehicle to the door.

Logan sat on the front stoop, his face stoic,
unemotional. She hated the way he could tuck away his feelings so
easily. It took all the strength she had not to go over and punch
him in the stomach the way he had Bucky.

She felt a tear slide down her cheek, but she
didn’t bother to dash it away. Ordinarily, she’d rather eat dirt
than let someone see her cry. That didn’t apply this time. She
wanted Logan to see her pain, to understand exactly how bad he’d
hurt her.

Logan stood as she approached him.
“Lacy.”

She simply stared at him as another tear
fell. She was unable to speak, too afraid she’d rain down a torrent
of horrible words on his head.

“Please don’t cry.”

Her jaw tightened, her teeth clenched. It was
on the tip of her tongue to scream the words “Fuck you!” He didn’t
get to tell her what to do. How to feel. “What are you doing
here?”

“I’m going to break my promise to Evan.”

She frowned. “What?”

“Get upstairs.”

Her body responded before her brain could
engage. She started upstairs. She hesitated briefly, but Logan was
there, urging her to keep moving.

Lacy’s tears evaporated, her head whirling
over what he’d said.

Broken promise.

She allowed him to propel her forward as she
struggled to figure out what the hell was going on. Why was he
here? Was he collecting on the last night? Did he still intend for
this to be the end? Maybe his hormones had finally gotten the
better of him.

God knew she’d been fighting some seriously
hardcore sexual needs, employing her vibrator far more than was
probably healthy. What was worse was the whole time she sought to
assuage her needs, her heart was shattered. She missed him even as
she cursed his name, and then screamed it during her self-inflicted
orgasms.

She was a fucking mess.

If he’d simply come here to use her for sex,
she’d…what?

Kick him out?

She wouldn’t do that. All he’d had to do was
tell her to move and she was all but running to her bedroom. She
should hate him for that.

Or maybe she should hate herself.

Once she unlocked her door and entered, Logan
was right behind her.

“Bedroom.”

“Logan—”

“We’re going to talk, Lace. We’re going to
say every single fucking thing that needs to be said. I promise.
But if I’m not inside you in the next five minutes, I can’t be held
responsible for my own actions.”

Every ounce of pain she’d felt in the past
five days vanished. She wasn’t going to let him leave again without
that conversation. But he was right. The physical aches needed to
be quenched first or she wouldn’t be able to say anything
coherent.

“Fine.” She grabbed his hand and led him to
her bedroom quickly. It sounded as if he had turned the corner on
whatever had been holding him back.

At least she hoped he had.

If not, she was making the mother of all
mistakes.

Not that it mattered. She was diving into
this fire feet first, aching for the burn, because as much as her
heart ached, her body was currently suffering more.

As they entered the room, she lost no time.
She turned to face him and unbuckled his belt, her fingers grazing
his erection as she worked. He was rock hard. How long had he been
suffering with that condition? The petty part of her that was still
pissed he’d made her wait hoped it had been a while.

She unbuttoned his jeans, slid the zipper
down, wrapped her hands around his cock and stroked it slowly. She
shuddered as she considered how full she would feel with him inside
her.

“I want you so much, Lace.”

She smiled and placed a soft kiss on his
cheek. “I’m right here.”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “For the way things
ended last time.”

He had promised her they would talk. After.
She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him. “It’s
okay.”

He shook his head as if to disagree, so she
forced him to look at her. His apology had gone a long way toward
soothing her anger, her pain. So had the fact he’d shown up here
tonight. They would discuss whatever had compelled him to leave,
but not right now.

“I mean it. It’s okay.”

Logan gripped her cheeks in his large palms
and gave her a kiss so passionate it took her breath away. This was
what she’d hoped for on her eighteen birthday. There was nothing on
earth so magical as being kissed by someone who clearly adored
you.

“God, I missed you.”

She grinned at his confession. “Ditto.”

He was obviously trying to hold back, giving
her the chance to tell him to take a hike.

“It’s time.”

His jeans hung on his hips, so he reached
back, trying to dig out his wallet. Lacy gripped his upper arm to
stop him.

“Don’t. I’m on the Pill.”

“Lacy—”

She pressed her cheek against his. “Please. I
want you to come inside me.”

He didn’t respond for several moments. Then
he cupped her cheek affectionately. “I find it impossible to say no
to you.”

She laughed softly. “That’s good. That’s
very
good. Hold on to that thought and we’ll always be
happy.”

He twisted her away from him with one quick
motion and swatted her ass. “Minx.”

“Wait,” she said, unfastening her own pants.
“Let me get these silly jeans out of the way and you can try that
again properly.”

“If I wasn’t in agony, I’d gag you for trying
to run the show, but as it is…”

Together, they got each other out of their
clothing. When Lacy climbed onto the mattress, Logan was right
there behind her.

She turned, lying down on her back as he came
over her.

Her legs were parted in invitation and Logan
took no time accepting. He placed the head of this dick against her
pussy and pushed in. One hard, deep thrust.

Lacy gasped, her fingers gripping his arms.
Her pussy muscles tightened around him. Her head swam. She was
close. Again. It typically took her ages to reach her orgasms, but
Logan found them within seconds.

He hadn’t sought to move. Instead, he
remained buried deep. When he lifted his face to look at her, she
was blinded by the emotion she saw there.

He loved her. Thank God.

He loved her.

“Logan,” she whispered. “I’m not afraid. I’m
yours.”

Her words set him free. After that, any
semblance of control vanished. They came at each other like animals
in heat, taking what they wanted with a ferocity that should have
been painful. Hell, it was.

Logan beat a power rhythm inside her,
crashing up and down like a jackhammer as she cried out. She came,
but Logan never stopped moving.

Then she pressed on his shoulder, forcing him
to his back as she straddled his hips. Lacy rode his cock like it
was a stallion as he kept hold of her hips, pounding her against
him roughly.

“Lacy.” His hands tightened as she continued
to bounce.

She was going to have bruises on her hips
from his fingers. She reveled in that thought. Then decided she
wanted to mark him as well.

Her fingers were in his hair, so she pulled
it. Hard.

He groaned. “Goddammit.”

It was the greatest sex of her life, but it
still wasn’t enough. He twisted once more, pressing her to her back
as he came over her again, and he took her even harder, even
faster.

Lacy lifted her legs, wrapping her ankles
around his back. She didn’t shy away, didn’t try to stop him. She’d
never been fucked with such force. She loved it, begged him for
more. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and tilted her hips so
he could stake a deeper claim.

Then Logan hit that magic spot inside her and
she went off like a bottle rocket. This time, he did too.

“Jesus, Lacy. So. Fucking. Good.” Jets of
come erupted, filling her.

For several moments, the only sound in the
room was the two of them, panting loudly, her heart pounding in her
ears.

Logan had Lacy caged beneath him, his dick
still inside her. He studied her flushed face and she wondered what
he was thinking.

She decided to break the silence first,
despite the tiny fear that he’d retreat again. “That was
amazing.”

He nodded. “It was.”

She tightened her legs around his waist.
“You’re inside me.”

“Yeah. I am.” His cock stirred as she
grinned.

“Are you getting hard again?”

Logan’s lips tipped up in a sexy grin. “I’ve
been in misery since we started this game. I’m fairly certain it’s
going to take me a long damn time to get this need for you out of
my system.”

She didn’t ever want him to get her out of
his system. But she didn’t say that aloud. They still hadn’t sorted
through the mess, so she decided to hold off on declaring her
undying love for him until he confessed his first. She’d been
wearing her heart on her sleeve her entire life. It was his turn to
open himself up to her.

“Where’s that lube?”

She pointed toward the nightstand drawer.
“Not sure that’s necessary. I’m more than ready for round two.”

He grabbed the tube anyway, his cock still
buried inside her. As far as recoveries went, she wondered if this
was some sort of world record. The man was rock hard and as thick
as ever.

“That’s good to know. But I think we’re going
to give this sweet pussy of yours a rest this time around.” As he
spoke, he withdrew.

Lacy’s pussy clenched hungrily as she
realized his plan. She hadn’t touched the plug since the last time
he’d been in her bed. And as large as the thing was, it was no
match for what he was proposing to put inside her this time.

“I…”

“What’s your safe word?”

“Chaise,” she whispered.

Logan gave her a quick kiss on the lips.
“Good girl.”

She had expected him to get right down to
business, but Logan never did anything the way she anticipated. He
reached back into the nightstand drawer and pulled out the
vibrator.

“We didn’t get to use this last time.”

She didn’t bother to mention that particular
toy had become her favorite over the last week and a half. Hell,
she’d even started calling the stupid thing Logan.

He slid the thin vibrator into her pussy with
ease. She was still wet from her arousal and his come.

He turned the toy on low and she groaned at
the sudden sensation against her well-used, uber-sensitive
tissues.

Logan narrowed his eyes when she started
swaying her hips, working the vibrations against her G-spot. “Don’t
even think about coming.”

She froze. “What?”

“I’ve let you grab those orgasms of yours
whenever you want. No more. Next time you come, it’s going to be
with me, while I’m buried in that tight little ass of yours.”

“But I’m close.”

His expression was stern, though his eyes
gave him away. He was amused, even if he was trying to act all big
and bad. “You’re always close. Hold it off.”

She started to shake her head. The truth was
she had absolutely no control over her orgasms with him. Hell, half
the time they hit when she wasn’t even expecting them. “I
can’t—”

Logan gripped her chin and forced her to look
at him. “If you come without my permission, I’m going to tie you to
this bed so that you can’t move a fucking muscle and keep that
vibrator on low all night until you
do
learn how to control
it.”

“You wouldn’t dare. That would only hurt you
too.”

The smile he gave her was pure danger,
especially when his gaze traveled to her mouth. He ran his thumb
over her lower lip before he pushed inside. Her lips closed around
it instinctively. “I don’t intend to suffer.”

She closed her eyes, trying to ward off the
impact of his words. His dirty talk was as detrimental to her
self-control as his actions. This was not going to end well.

“I’ll try,” she said begrudgingly.

“Just remember that I’m a man of my word. I
will do exactly what I’ve said if you don’t succeed.”

She didn’t have time to respond before he
flipped her onto her stomach. He stroked her ass cheeks with
calloused hands. She loved the rough feel of them against her soft
skin. It was incredible to her that he could use those hands either
to spank or caress and produce the same heart-pounding effect.

“Lift your ass in the air.”

She did as he said, the vibrator still buried
inside her. She was fighting like the devil to ignore the thing,
but as she shifted, it hit one of her happy places. She gripped the
sheets in her fists and winced, batting back the urge to come.

“God. I think I might hate you.”

He chuckled, completely unconcerned by her
confession. “That’s good.”

Logan squeezed some lube in her ass. Lacy
shivered when the cold gel hit her.