Off Limits (Sparks in Texas Book 4) (7 page)

“Let me go.” She clenched her fists and beat
them against the surface.

“No.” His reply was firm, unyielding.

“I need to move!”

He tightened his grip, added a third finger
to the other two and increased his pace.

Lacy gasped at the increased tension, the
beautifully brutal way he took her.

No. Claimed.

He promised to claim her. And now he was.

She wanted more. Wanted him to take
everything she had to offer and then demand more from her. God.
She’d give it all to him. Every. Fucking. Thing.

Lacy’s orgasm hit her like a bullet, arriving
out of nowhere. One second she was grasping for harder, faster,
deeper. The next, her body was writhing like a rag doll in a storm,
shaking almost painfully as she came harder than she ever had
before.

Logan didn’t give way. Didn’t stop the
powerful thrusting. Instead, he rung out every drop of sensation he
could. It seemed to last for hours. And when it began to wane, Lacy
finally stopped fighting.

She wasn’t sure how long she lay there,
draped over his desk, how many breaths she’d taken in and blown out
before his fingers slowly withdrew.

Her pussy clenched greedily, trying to hold
them in, but as always, Logan did as he pleased.

Lacy lifted her head and glanced at him over
her shoulder. She shuddered at the hungry, almost feral look in his
eyes.

Though she had known Logan her entire life,
his beloved face as recognizable to her as her own, she had never
seen
this
man. And yet she seemed to know him just the same.
In some ways, it felt as if she knew this man better than the
other.

She pushed herself from the desk as he took a
step away. The connection of their gazes never broke as she twisted
to face him, and then dropped to her knees.

Logan issued no complaint as she worked to
free his erection from his jeans. She dragged the denim to his
knees and then took his cock in her hands.

He didn’t say a word as she stroked the
thick, hard flesh. God help her if she thought three of his fingers
stretched her. He’d tear her apart with this baseball bat. And
she’d love every second of it.

She ran her tongue along the bottom of his
cock, her eyes studying his face. She’d never been very sure of her
abilities when it came to blowjobs. She’d gone down on a few guys
and while they made all the right noises, sometimes she felt like
those sounds were similar to her grunts when the guys fucked her.
They were based more on encouragement than actual excitement.

Logan didn’t make any sounds, but his face
and the way his hand cupped her cheek told her he liked what she
was doing.

It gave her the confidence and courage to
continue. Parting her lips, she sucked the head into her mouth,
enjoying the way Logan’s hand flew from her face to her hair.

She closed her mouth around it and applied a
bit of suction. Then, recalling the way Logan had suckled her
nipples in his truck, she sucked harder.

His fingers gripped her hair tightly, tugging
it. As she lessened the pressure on his cock, he softened his hold
on her hair. She repeated the suction and his hands gripped her
hair almost uncomfortably. The burning in her scalp traveled
straight to her pussy, her own arousal returning with a
vengeance.

Lacy held on to the base of his dick as she
moved her mouth lower, trying to take more of him inside. She
hadn’t even hit the halfway point before his head brushed the back
of her throat.

While Logan’s hands remained in her hair, he
didn’t seek to drive her actions. Instead, he let her continue to
explore, to play, to figure it out. He was a very well-endowed guy,
so she had to improvise. Lacy was desperate to give him the same
pleasure he’d just offered her.

Soon, she found her pace, moving her lips and
her hand in unison along his erection, trying to keep the pressure
tight, hoping it was enough to push him into climax.

Whenever his fingers tugged her hair roughly,
she knew she’d hit a sweet spot and she catalogued the information,
returning there over and over.

For several minutes, she worked her mouth on
his hard flesh, losing herself in the quiet magic of the moment as
Logan rocked gently toward her.

When Logan’s fingers tightened on her head
more roughly than before, she thought he’d made it to the brink.
She started to move faster, but he halted her motions.

Tipping her face up until her eyes met his,
he held her there, his cock still in her mouth.

“You ready?”

Her brows creased, slightly confused. She
assumed he meant for his climax, but he didn’t look like a man on
the verge of blowing.

She nodded slightly—and then everything she
ever thought she’d known about blowjobs was blown out of the
water.

Logan gripped her cheeks as he took the reins
from her. Lacy’s fingers flew to his thighs, seeking purchase when
he tripled their previous pace.

He fucked her mouth, pressing deeper than
she’d dared to take him on her own. All she could do was hold on as
he took. Her eyes began to water and she gagged a couple of times,
but Logan didn’t cease the movement.

Once again she was overwhelmed by the
sensation of being taken. Claimed. When he’d spoken that word in
the truck, she’d thought it sounded hot. It triggered all those
sexual fantasies she’d never shared with anyone before, the ones
where she was captured by a stranger and used roughly. She had
always felt slightly ashamed of those dreams, like they were wrong,
like she shouldn’t feel arousal over such things.

Then Logan had promised to claim her, and it
had brought all those shameful fantasies to the surface.

She couldn’t find a damn thing wrong with
what she wanted now. Instead, she struggled with the realization
that she was close to coming as well. How was that possible? He
wasn’t touching her.

“Fuck yourself, Lacy. Put your fingers in
that hot pussy of yours and fuck it. Hard.”

Her fingers tightened in the hard muscle of
his thighs, her nails scratching his skin. However, she wasn’t sure
if his loud grunt was due to pain or a precursor to his climax.

Then she obeyed his command, pressing two
fingers inside herself as he continued to pound inside her
mouth.

“How many?”

He tugged his cock out of her mouth briefly
and she cried out in frustration.

“How many fingers are you using?”

“Two,” she gasped.

He shook his head almost angrily. “Not
enough. Four. Shove four in there.” He punctuated his command with
a rough return, his cock trying to slide all the way in. She
panicked for a moment before her throat opened and he slid
deeper.

“Fuck,” he murmured.

Lacy added two more fingers to her pussy,
curling them to find that special place that never failed to set
her off.

Stars exploded as she came. Logan was mere
seconds behind her.

One moment he was pounding into her mouth,
the next he was jerking roughly as he came, jets of hot come
splashing against the back of her throat.

She swallowed several times, but didn’t seek
to pull away. Even as his cock softened in her mouth, she held him
there.

Wanted him there.

She was his. Completely.

But more than that, he was hers. And she was
never going to let him go.

Off-limits or not.

* * *

Eleven years earlier…

Logan tilted his head, confused when Lacy
opened the door, wearing a tatty old t-shirt and jeans. “What are
you doing here? Thought you were going to prom tonight.”

She shrugged casually, though her painted-on
smile looked fake. “My date got chicken pox.”

“Oh man. I’m sorry.”

She stepped aside so he could come inside.
“It’s okay. It’s not like he did it on purpose.” She paused for a
second, and then looked at him, concerned. “You don’t think he got
them on purpose, do you?”

Logan chuckled. “I’m one hundred percent sure
Tommy didn’t get chicken pox just to get out of going to prom.”

“Yeah. I guess not.”

“You could always go stag,” he suggested.

She looked at him like he’d sprung a second
head. “That’s social suicide. No thanks.”

Logan figured she was probably right. He’d
been out of high school for too many years to remember all the
silly rules.

Lacy’s mom, Beverly, walked into the room
before he could devise a way to cheer her up.

“There you are, Logan. I just finished
wrapping the tray of cookies for you. Lacy, will you go grab it for
me?”

Lacy nodded and headed for the kitchen.

“Tough break on prom,” Logan said when
Beverly’s gaze followed her daughter’s retreating form.

“I absolutely hate this. You know Lacy. She
smiles and pretends it’s okay, but she’s devastated. She worked
every single day after school in the bakery with me for six months,
saving the money for that dress.”

Beverly quickly dashed a tear. Logan couldn’t
stand the thought of Evan’s mom and sister upset. They were two of
the sweetest women he knew. “Mrs. Sparks. What if Lacy comes to the
barn dance with me tonight? Evan’s heading over there in a couple
hours, once his shift ends. Tyson and I will keep an eye on her
until then.”

“Are you sure?”

Ordinarily, Beverly would never have
consented to let her sixteen-year-old daughter hang out with them,
but the fact that she so quickly agreed proved how much she wanted
to see Lacy happy. It wasn’t that they hung with a rough crowd.
Hell, half the people there tonight would be Lacy’s older cousins.
She’d be surrounded by friendly faces and Logan didn’t doubt for a
second they’d all make sure she had a prom night to remember.

“We just play music and dance. I’ll make sure
she stays out of the spiked punch and Evan will get her home at a
decent hour. We won’t let her out of our sight. Promise.”

“Oh, Logan. How can I ever thank you for
this? She’ll be delighted.”

Lacy entered the room with the cookies
Beverly had made for the barn dance.

“Hey, Lace,” he said, taking the tray from
her. “Go upstairs and put on your prom dress. You’re going to the
barn dance with me.”

Lacy’s eyes widened in sheer joy.
“Seriously?”

She glanced at her mom for confirmation, who
grinned. “Logan and Evan will keep an eye on you.”

Lacy dashed toward the stairs excitedly.
“Five minutes. Give me five minutes.” With that, she raced up, with
Beverly hot on her heels.

“Better give us fifteen, Logan. I have the
cutest idea for her hair.”

Logan waved, grinning. Surprisingly, he was
kind of looking forward to taking Lacy to her first barn dance. God
knew the kid had been begging him and Evan to let her tag along
with them for years.

Beverly and Lacy split the difference on the
time it took to get ready. Lacy descended the stairs ten minutes
later.

She looked absolutely gorgeous—and Logan
suddenly regretted the offer. It would have been easier to keep an
eye on her when she was still dressed like a gangly
sixteen-year-old girl. Right now, she would pass for much older in
her form-fitting dress. It was way too fancy for the barn, but no
one there would care when they heard about her sick prom date.

“You look amazing, Lacy.”

Her smile lit her entire face.

“Here,” Beverly said. “You two stand there
real quick and let me snap a picture.”

“Mom. It’s not like Logan is my date.” From
her blush, it was clear she was embarrassed.

“I don’t mind.” Logan set the cookies down
and put a friendly arm around her shoulder. They both said,
“cheese” and then, somehow, Logan found himself taking Lacy to
“prom.”

Logan stood outside Sparks Barbeque and
cursed himself for being the world’s biggest jackass. It had been a
week since Lacy had shown up at his shop and seduced the fuck out
of him.

And for seven days, he’d done nothing but
think about how he wanted her to do it again. After her
mind-blowing blowjob, he had helped her dress and cuddled her on
his lap as they sat in his desk chair for nearly an hour. He
cuddled
her, for God’s sake.

Then, he told her to take a week to decide if
she wanted another round. Damn woman had said yes before he had
finished speaking, but he’d rejected the response and insisted she
really think about it.

Now, it wasn’t her at his doorstep, but him
at hers. He tried to reassure himself he wasn’t here because of the
sex—yeah, right—but because of business. He had to get her chaise
lounge out of his shop. It was driving him insane. He’d been a fool
to make that her safe word. Every time he looked at the thing, he
recalled Lacy bent over his desk as he spanked her.

It was way past time to get Lacy Sparks out
of his head. He hoped that by engaging her here—amongst her
family—he’d remember why it was a very bad idea for him to become
involved with his best friend’s sister.

Lacy homed in on him the second he crossed
the threshold, her too-pleased grin doing funny things to his
insides. It occurred to him she had always lit up like that
whenever he walked into a room, even when she was just a kid. And
it had always made him feel good. Made him want to be a good man, a
positive role model, the kind of person who was worthy of her
admiration.

Now it just made him want to push her into
the nearest broom closet and have his wicked way with her.

“Hey,” she said as she approached him.

“Hi, Lace.” His fingers itched to pull her
close to him, to hug her tightly. That impulse seemed odd. He would
have expected to feel desire—and he did—but the urge to simply
embrace her and soak up the smell of her perfume was even
stronger.

“Did you come for dinner? I’m off the clock
in about ten minutes. I worked the breakfast and lunch shifts
today. I could join you.”