Authors: Natasha Rostova
The Naked Truth (38 page)
Elenore reached out and put her hand on his leg. Her expression was oddly compassionate. ‘Think about it this way. If you let your past decisions haunt you now, then you’ll never be free.’
‘Thanks for the psychoanalysis, Elenore.’
She smiled. ‘And keep in mind that I love the way you fuck. I’d hate to think you lost that edge.’
Logan thought that the only thing he’d been in danger of losing was his wife. And maybe his sanity. It occurred to him that if Elenore hadn’t come back in his life, it might have taken him a hell of a lot longer to come to terms with his relationship with Callie. As it was, Elenore’s threats had forced him to confront himself and his feelings for his wife.
‘I’ll be leaving for Hilton Head next week,’ Elenore said. ‘I don’t suppose you’d be interested in another rendezvous before I leave.’
Logan shook his head. ‘No way. We’re finished, Elenore. If you come near me or Callie again, I swear you’ll regret it.’
Elenore’s lips curved. ‘This determined attitude of yours is quite attractive. You don’t have to worry. Gloria and I have an understanding.’
‘Good. And now you and I have one, too. Goodbye, Elenore.’ Logan stood up and began walking back to Callie. Daniel Franklin passed him on his way back to Elenore.
‘Logan, what did she say to you?’ Gloria grasped Logan’s arm in passing and pulled him to a halt.
‘Nothing important, Gloria. And I know I owe you my eternal gratitude. I promise I’ll pay you back.’
Gloria smiled and glanced towards Daniel Franklin and Elenore. ‘As much as I’d love having your gratitude, sugar, I might play less of a part in this little drama than I initially thought.’
‘What does that mean?’
‘Daniel Franklin. He’s a shipping magnate. Worth at least half a billion dollars, and he seems to be very taken with Elenore. With my help, he might be persuaded to do a little investing in her venture. That way, I keep my money and she’s still out of your life.’
‘Gloria, I think I’m actually beginning to respect you.’
She gave a delighted giggle. ‘Not so loud! I don’t want you ruining my reputation. I’ll keep you posted, sugar.’
Logan kissed her cheek again and went to find Callie. She smiled as she saw him approach, but her expression was concerned.
‘How did it go?’ she asked.
‘It went,’ Logan replied. ‘I don’t think she’ll bother us again. She’s leaving for Hilton Head next week.’
‘Are you all right?’
Logan slipped his arm around Callie’s waist and pulled her against him. He couldn’t imagine ever losing her again. And he would never forget how perilously close he’d come to that. He pressed a kiss against her forehead. ‘I’m fine,’ he said. ‘How about we get out of here?’
Callie nodded. They went back out to the car and drove home. As they walked up the steps to their front door, Callie glanced at Logan.
‘So, what did Elenore say?’
‘Nothing much, calla lily.’ Logan unlocked the door. ‘She tried to convince me that I shouldn’t be ashamed of my past.’
‘Maybe she’s right.’
Logan shrugged as they went upstairs to the bedroom. He was cautiously relieved to see that Callie had already unpacked her belongings, although he was bothered by the fact that she’d been coerced into coming home. He stripped off his jacket and shoes, then tugged at the knot of his tie.
‘Your sister told me she was hoping something would happen between Elenore and Daniel Franklin,’ he remarked.
Callie chuckled. ‘She’s always been a matchmaker. I have little doubt that she’s right, too. Gloria knows how to manage things to her own advantage.’
She gave him a smile as she slipped out of her navy, silk dress, leaving herself clad in a black slip and a pair of navy heels. Logan watched her approach him. Her hair was done up in a twist, her silver jewellery glittering against her pale skin, her nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her slip. Logan’s prick hardened with lightening speed. He’d always thought Callie was a lovely woman, but he had never fully appreciated her sensual beauty until recently.
Callie reached up to press her lips against his. Her breath was as warm and sweet as wine. Desire flared inside him. His wife. She was home. Logan slipped his hands over Callie’s small breasts, then down to the curve of her hips and around to her firm bottom. With a quick movement, he tugged her against him. Callie drew in a breath as she felt his erection nudging her abdomen. She smiled against his mouth and cupped the hard bulge in her hand.
‘I love this instant response,’ she murmured. ‘But this time, I don’t want you to do anything. Promise?’
Logan felt a mixture of aversion and a desire to please her. He no longer wanted to be trapped by his past, but years of self-restraint weren’t easily allayed. He reached up to take the pins out of Callie’s hair, watching it fall into shimmering waves to her shoulders.
He nodded. ‘Promise.’
She squeezed his prick and parted her lips underneath his. Her tongue played with slow insistence over his teeth as she began to unfasten the buttons of his shirt. Her warm hands slipped between the folds to stroke his skin and fondle his flat nipples. Logan’s apprehension quickly disappeared as he watched her, loving the growing flush on her skin and the way she touched him with such tender yet aggressive designs. He realised he’d had no reason to fear old memories, because they had nothing to do with Callie. Nothing could taint his relationship with her as long as he didn’t allow it to.
He watched as Callie pushed his shirt off and painted a path over his chest with her moist tongue. Excitement quickened his blood. Her breath was hot on his skin. Callie’s hands went to the fly of his trousers, which she unzipped with rapid motions. After she had rid him of the trousers and briefs, she went down on her knees in front of him and grasped his cock in her hand. Logan tensed. He was highly aroused by the sight of her kneeling in front of him, her eyes dark with hunger as she eyed his stiff prick, but something ugly pushed at the back of his mind. How many times had he been forced to let Gerald or Elenore do this?
Callie’s tongue darted out to lick her lips as she glanced up at him. ‘I know you never wanted me to do this, Logan. I think I understand why, but I’m not them.’
Logan threaded his hands through her hair. His cock throbbed. He wanted this, wanted his wife to take him in the hot cavern of her mouth and suck him dry. He nodded. ‘I know.’
Callie’s lips curved before she grasped his shaft and drew him towards her mouth. Warm, wet heat enclosed Logan as Callie eased his cock into her mouth, her tongue stroking the sensitive underside as she took him in. Logan’s hands tightened on her hair as heat scorched him. He’d never realised that she knew how to do this with such tender finesse. Her hand came up to cup his balls, caressing them gently as she sucked him in deeper, so deep that he felt wholly surrounded by her. No, this was nothing like the sick feeling he’d had with the Lawrences. This was all want and need. Callie’s movements felt almost loving as she pulled back and licked the knob of his cock before she took him in again. She repeated the movement, fucking him with her mouth as her hands came around to clutch his buttocks. Logan groaned. Pressure built. His hands gripped her head.
‘Callie, wait,’ he gasped.
She looked up at him, her breathing rapid. ‘Isn’t it good?’
‘Oh Christ, baby, you’re amazing. But I don’t –’
Callie interrupted him with a shake of her head. ‘You’re not supposed to do anything, Logan. Don’t forget.’
Her eyes gleamed as she leaned forward to take his cock in again. Logan almost winced as the sensation of her tongue drove him closer and closer to the edge. An ache began at the base of his penis, building like the force of a volcano. With a groan, his hips thrust forward as his entire body craved the enclosure of Callie’s mouth. Her lips began sliding faster and faster over his shaft. Logan’s fingers tightened on her hair as he pushed forwards and let himself fall over the edge. He shot powerfully into her mouth, his hips working as he thrust into her. Callie didn’t flinch; she only pulled him closer and greedily drank every drop. Then she pulled away, stroking her tongue lightly over the engorged tip of his prick before giving him a sultry smile.
‘Nice,’ she murmured. ‘I like it when you let me do what I want.’
Logan drew in a shaky breath and sank down on to the bed. Sensations continued to pulse through him. ‘I could get used to that, too.’
Callie stretched out next to him and ran her hand lazily through his chest hair. She had a contented look on her face that reminded him of a sated cat. He rolled on to his side and propped his head on his hand. He cupped her silk-covered breast in his other palm, flicking his thumb over her rigid nipple. He wasn’t surprised when his prick stirred again.
‘Uh uh,’ Callie scolded gently. ‘You’re not supposed to do anything.’
‘You mean you’re not finished?’
‘Not by a long shot.’ She tugged her slip over her hips and pulled down her dark blue knickers.
Logan put his hand on her thigh, hoping she’d decide to forget her dictate, but Callie swatted his hand away. She moved her shoulder slightly so that one of the thin straps slipped down her arm and exposed the gentle swell of her breast. She closed her eyes, slowly sliding her fingers underneath the crevices of her breasts and up to her nipples. As she circled the tight buds with languid movements, Logan watched her with an increasing wave of lust. Callie’s hands moved down to her pussy, spreading her legs as she stroked her forefinger into the damp folds. Logan was unable to take his eyes off her, captivated by the slow movements of her fingers and the way her body arched to meet the caress of her fingers. His hand moved to his groin, rubbing the thickening stalk of his penis.
Callie opened her eyes to look at him, smiling at the sight of his erection. ‘You planning on doing something with that?’
‘I was hoping you would.’
Callie got to her knees and pushed him back on the bed, straddling his hips as she lowered herself slowly. His penis bulged up towards her. Callie shifted her hips slightly to rub herself against him. The heat of her pussy nearly undid him. Callie splayed her palms over his chest, stroking his muscles and rubbing his nipples. Logan curled the straps of her slip around his fingers and drew them down to expose her breasts. Desire filled him as he palmed her breasts, massaging and squeezing them. Callie leant forwards to give him better access.
‘Go on,’ she whispered. ‘You know what to do.’
Logan closed his lips around her right nipple. Callie drew in a sharp breath as his tongue flicked over the tip. She braced one hand next to his head on the pillow, closing her eyes as she enjoyed what he was doing to her. His hips bucked upward, his cock pressing more insistently into her pussy. Logan’s heart throbbed as Callie moved back on to his thighs, grasping his shaft as she positioned herself above him.
Slowly, she eased herself down on to him and leaned forwards with a little whimper, bracing her hands on his chest as she began to pump her hips up and down. Wet silk enclosed Logan’s cock like a glove. God, he loved this sensation of being totally buried inside her. He grasped her hips to hold her in place as she rode out her pleasure, loving the sight of her over him, her breasts swaying and her face contorted with pleasure.
Sweat broke out on Callie’s skin as she worked herself with increasing frenzy on his cock, harder and faster until she cried out, digging her fingernails into Logan’s chest. The feeling of her pussy clenching around him drove Logan to the edge. He thrust his hips urgently upwards as he propelled himself towards another explosive release.
Callie splayed her body over his, her chest heaving as her mouth descended on his for a deep kiss. Logan stroked her back.
Callie lifted her head to gaze down at him. ‘See? It can be nice to let someone else do the work sometimes.’
‘Amen to that,’ Logan murmured. He brushed his finger against her moist lips. ‘So does all this mean you’re back for good?’
‘Did you mean it when you said you loved me?’
Logan nodded. ‘I meant it, even though I’ve been lousy about expressing it. But I’m not thrilled that you’re back because Gloria forced you into it.’
Callie rolled off him and on to her back. She stared up at the ceiling for a long moment. ‘I never wanted to give up on you, Logan. Leaving you just finally seemed like the only way I could get you to hear me.’
‘Do you think it worked?’
‘Do you?’ she retorted.
‘Yes,’ Logan admitted. ‘I’m bull-headed, stubborn, dictatorial and a pompous ass. I heard all that quite clearly.’
Callie smiled. ‘And does that mean you understand why I left?’
‘I know I can be a bastard, calla lily. But I meant it when I said I don’t want to lose you.’
‘And I don’t want to be lost, but that’s what was starting to happen. So I had to leave.’
‘I know. I’m sorry I forced you.’
Callie propped herself up to look at him, stroking her hand over his chest. ‘Well, sometimes you have to leave in order to find your way home again.’
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