Sex in the Sticks Page 14

  Just yesterday, I was making plans to head back to New York, because for the first time, a man truly hurt my feelings. That was new to me, and I didn't think I could stick around, date the hot lumberjacks or fisherman, and run into Logan on the streets. But now I think we're back on track, and that means I'm staying.

  I just don't know what it means for me to be staying.

  "Have you forgiven me?" Logan asks.

  I settle back into my chair and smile at him. "Yes, I think I have."

  "Can I continue to see you?" he asks with a boyish smile, and there's no way I'm going to say no to that.

  "Yes," I say simply.

  "Tonight?" he pushes.

  "Yes. Let's start with dinner and see where things go," I suggest graciously.

  "Sounds perfect." He smiles, and his eyes are alight with mischief and confidence that it will be more than just dinner. "But let's just say hypothetically you end up back at my house, and say we were to get naked and do things to each other. Then I'm going to insist that from now on I'm the only one you're doing that with."

  "You want to go steady with me?" I ask him sweetly, batting my eyelashes.

  "I want you all to myself," Logan says with a gruff voice. "Might as well spread it around town...you're off-limits."

  "Many hearts will be broken," I say with mock sympathy.

  "And yet I don't give a fuck," Logan says as he pushes up out of his chair. I sit up straighter in mine as he rounds the cooler and comes to squat in front of me. His eyes are warm as he wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me forward for a kiss.

  A very sweet, gentle kiss.

  When he pulls back, his hand squeezes my neck and murmurs, "I'm really, really sorry, Valentine. It won't happen again."

  I nod and place my hand along the side of his neck. "I know. Let's move forward."

  Logan leans in again, his expression serious. "I have no clue how long you're going to be here, but your home is in New York. We know there's an expiration date on this thing. So let's make every day count, okay?"

  The words expiration date cause my heart to cramp slightly but he's right. I'm going back home to New York eventually.

  But I just made an exclusive commitment to Logan, and thus my social dating experiment just ended. I officially have nothing to write about for my blog right now, so until something comes to mind, I'm thinking this has just turned into a vacation for me.

  And because I'm rich and have no obligations for the near future, I could stay here for quite a while and enjoy my time with Logan.

  Chapter 16

  Logan

  "I'm surprised you didn't pee on me last night to mark your territory," Valentine grumbles as I carry the first of her five suitcases into my house. The other four are in the back of my truck and will make their way in here soon enough.

  But a lot has happened since yesterday when I took her out in my floatplane.

  We spent a good chunk of the afternoon sitting in our canvas chairs drinking soda and talking. I did have to walk into the woods with Valentine twice so she could pee, but she was too scared to go in by herself. We then flew back to East Merritt and I took her back to Sarah's so she could get ready for dinner.

  And yeah...I practically peed on her to mark her as mine.

  I took her to The Wounded Caribou, not only because it has the best food in town, but mainly because it's the gossip mill hub. I walked in with my arm possessively around her waist. We chose to eat at the bar, and I made sure to lean over and kiss her neck a time or two with my hand stroking her lower back. Ted just grinned at me, while most of the guys glared, but as we were walking out I stopped at the door, took Valentine by the shoulders, and gave her a deep kiss so there would be no doubt that she was with me. My ego was totally stroked when her hands wrapped around my shoulders and she kissed me back. The moan she let into my mouth told me she loved that kiss, so she really has no cause to be grumbling right now.

  After dinner, we kissed again in my truck even before we pulled away from the curb. It turned hot and heavy with my hand down her pants and her palm on my dick, and we made a mutual decision to move it back to my house. Let's just say it was a long night, involved multiple condoms, and both of us went to sleep with smiles on our faces last night.

  This morning I fucked her and then declared she was to stay at my place for the rest of her stay in East Merritt. I said this as soon as I caught my breath after having a fucking mind-blowing orgasm, and I know she was still a little loopy from the two she'd had. With my dick still lodged inside of her deep and stroking gently as we came down, I told her we'd go and get her bags as soon as we got dressed.

  She looked at me with glassy eyes, and I felt a little guilty I may have taken advantage of a postsex coma, but she was coherent enough to ask, "Sassy can come too, right?"

  "Of course," I said, although I still wasn't sure how I felt about the dog.

  I turn to walk back out to my truck. "Do you always travel with this much luggage?"

  She laughs and without an ounce of shame admits, "Always."

  I smile as I walk to my truck and grab the next bag--which she'd informed me was Louis Vuitton and to please be careful with it.

  After I get all of her luggage in my guest bedroom--because there just isn't enough room in my bedroom--I pull Valentine into me for a kiss. We've known each other a week and things have moved fast, but fuck if I'm going to bemoan the fact I've got this amazingly gorgeous, funny, and sexy woman warming my bed for the foreseeable future.

  When I pull back, I murmur, "Gotta go to work. Be back around six tonight. Keys to my Jeep are hanging on the hook by the back kitchen door, so feel free to use it to get around and go sightseeing or something."

  Valentine smiles. "I appreciate the offer, but I don't know how to drive."

  "What?" I ask in disbelief as I peer down closer at her to make sure she's not pulling my leg.

  She shrugs. "A lot of people raised in the city don't. I always had a car service or public transportation to take me places. Never needed to learn."

  Chuckling, I pull her back in and kiss her forehead. "We're going to remedy that this weekend. I'm going to teach you."

  "I don't have a license," she points out.

  "Hmmmm, maybe I'll have to arrest you after for breaking the motor vehicle laws," I say, teasing her.

  Her comeback is infinitely better. "You won't arrest me, but I am not averse to you using those handcuffs on me anytime you want."

  My dick starts swelling. "Jesus, please tell me you're not kidding."

  She shakes her head and gives me a sexy smile. "Not kidding."

  "Tonight, then," I promise her.

  "Tonight," she whispers back, and I know this day is going to drag by.

  --

  When I pull up to my house, it's almost eight P.M. This is my life and I don't begrudge it.

  Wait, I begrudge the fuck out of it right now because I should have been home two hours ago and the image of Valentine and handcuffs has not left my mind all day. Not even when I had to ride out to Crossman's Ridge late this afternoon after reports of some young kids trashing the area.

  I had called Valentine and she was absolutely understanding. I was able to chat with her for a few minutes, and she'd told me that she'd decided to just have a lazy day watching movies and napping. And then the image of Valentine and me lying on the couch together and watching movies was just as appealing as her in handcuffs.

  Well, not just as appealing...but it was close.

  A different kind of good.

  Something warm and stirring hits me as I see lights on through my living room windows, and I know there's a woman in there waiting for me. Well, not just any woman.

  Valentine.

  I get out of my truck, shut the door, and unbuckle my gun belt as I walk toward the front door. I'll hang it in my locked gun case right beside my front door.

  Twisting the doorknob, I find it unlocked, which doesn't bother me. We don't have to worry about
theft or serial killers out here, and Valentine is as safe as she can be in this house, even unlocked. The first thing that hits me is the aroma of food cooking, and it smells good. Deep, rich, and meaty.

  The next thing I see is Valentine standing in the middle of my living room wearing that short little robe I'd seen her in last week when I'd stopped by Sarah's and caught her like that. I notice the heat has been turned up and I don't begrudge her that. Not if she's going to walk around wearing that little thing.

  "Something smells good," I manage to say.

  "Beef stew," she says. "Your freezer and pantry are well stocked with all kinds of packaged stuff. It wasn't hard to heat it up."

  "That would be moose if you pulled it out of my freezer," I correct her.

  She shrugs. "Moose stew then. Probably not as good as Bou Stew, but since you made it and I did nothing but heat it up, I'm sure it will be great."

  "Good," I say as my gaze travels down her body. "I'm starving."

  Her eyes go to my gun belt in my hand and she arches an eyebrow. "You should probably take those handcuffs off your belt."

  My hand efficiently unsnaps the leather tab that holds them there, the gun belt falls to the floor, and I'm left twirling the cuffs around my index finger. "These what you're looking for?"

  "Oh yeah," she purrs as she nods. And then my knees almost buckle when she undoes the belt at her waist and lets her robe slither off her shoulders to the ground.

  She's naked underneath and a spectacular vision. Her fiery hair a riot of curls, shoulders back so her full breasts are on glorious display with nipples already hardened, flat tummy with what I know to be smooth-as-silk skin, and right down to her trimmed little pussy of red curls. My mouth starts to fucking water and I walk toward her like a zombie, intent to drop to my knees and press my tongue into her.

  But she stops me when I'm about a foot away and holds out her hands in front of her. I stare at them in slight confusion, but then she says just two words and my brain almost short-circuits. "Cuff me."

  Fuck...I thought I was hard before, but now I feel like my cock is going to rip apart the zipper on my pants.

  "How do you want it?" I ask her softly.

  Valentine smirks slightly and takes the cuffs out of my hands. She runs an index finger over the cold metal, studying it for a moment before lifting her eyes to mine. She pushes the cuffs back at me and says, "You cuff me however you want. And once those cuffs go on, you're in control. You do whatever you want to me, and, Logan...I mean anything."

  "Jesus," I mumble under my breath, and a million different scenarios all flash before me.

  Cuffed to my bed so I can eat her out all night.

  To the showerhead so I can fuck her from behind with hot water pouring down on us.

  Not sure if she's ever had her ass taken, but that's something I'd love to do while she's cuffed.

  I groan because just these thoughts have me about coming in my pants. I need something to take the edge off.

  "Turn around," I tell her gruffly. "And put your hands behind you back."

  Valentine lets out a tiny moan as she turns from me, bringing her hands behind her. I admire the swell of her ass as I lock the cuffs around her wrists, and this time I make them snug. Fuck me to hell...she moans even harder when I do that.

  Bringing my arms around her, I palm her breasts, massaging them for a moment while I try to calm myself. Valentine's head falls back on my shoulder and she tries to grab at my crotch with her cuffed hands.

  Chuckling, I release my hold and push her away. "Hands to yourself, baby."

  She giggles, and without turning around whispers to me, "What about my mouth?"

  Yeah...that right there is what I probably need to take the edge off.

  Then Valentine turns to me and practically purrs, "What about my throat? I'm really good with my throat."

  If Valentine is trying to incite me to become a crazed sex fiend, she just did it. I put my hands to her shoulders and pull her along with me as I walk backward to my couch. When my calves bump into it, I roughly work at my button and zipper, groaning in relief when I can pull my cock out, not bothering to do anything more than pushing my pants and briefs down to just past my balls.

  Valentine watches me with hungry eyes, and the minute my dick is free, she looks up at me. Her expression is filled with excitement and challenge, and she's not even touched me with her mouth yet, but I know this is going to be the best I've ever had.

  Period.

  End of story.

  My hand circles my cock and I squeeze it hard, trying to stave off the intense buildup of lust and need to come. I push my hand up, slide it past the head, and force that little dribble of pre-cum to slide down my shaft. My other hand goes to the top of Valentine's head, but I need to ask her one question first. "Are you sure?"

  She nods. "God yes, I'm sure."

  I push down on her head and she lowers to her knees, her face coming level with my cock.

  "Lick it," I tell her hoarsely.

  She leans forward and that pretty pink tongue comes out laps at the pre-cum. Licks it off, only to have more dribbling out. With a hum of appreciation, she opens her mouth, takes just the head of my cock into her mouth, and sucks me hard.

  "Christ, that feels good," I mutter, and my eyes fall closed as she alternates between sucking and licking all around the head, most often paying attention to that sweetly sensitive spot just underneath the head. I could fucking come just from her doing this.

  Then Valentine opens her mouth a bit more and pulls me in farther, until I nudge up against the back of her throat. She doesn't gag but pulls off smoothly, only to take me back in again. My eyes open and I bend my head to look at her taking me in and out, my cock wet with her saliva and her full lips sliding deliciously against me. Her eyes are closed and her face looks like she's in rapture.

  On her knees, handcuffed and taking my cock in her mouth, Valentine is turned the fuck on. I want to reach down and slip my fingers in her pussy right now just to see how much.

  I'm almost on the verge of doing just that--dragging her onto the couch with me so I can get her off with my fingers while she sucks me off--but then her eyes open and she looks up at me with the clearest, brightest green eyes I've ever seen, and they are trying to tell me something.

  She wants something.

  Up to this point, I haven't moved my hips, letting Valentine take her time to learn the feel of me and set her limits. With my dick lodged halfway in her mouth, I swear I can feel her lips curve into a smile as she stares up at me before taking a deep breath through her nose. Then I almost pass out when she surges forward on my cock, taking me deeper than ever. When the head bumps against the back of her mouth, she pushes forward more and actually swallows. My cock slides down her throat a good two inches and I let out a bark of pleasure, my hands going to her head to pull her off me.

  Her mouth slides all the way off, and I notice a tiny line of drool at the corner of her mouth. My thumb wipes it up as I stare at her in surprise. She just smirks at me and says, "I told you I'm really good with my throat."

  "I wasn't ready for that," I say in a hoarse voice, my legs actually shaking and my balls aching.

  "You ready now?" Her eyes sparkle with erotic challenge.

  I answer by feeding my cock back into her mouth and gently taking her by the head again. Our eyes lock and I make my first tentative move of my hips, only enough to nudge the back of her throat. She growls at me and it sends a tremor of pleasure straight through to my balls. She takes a breath, I press forward slowly, and she swallows the head of my cock when it reaches the back of her mouth, sucking me right down her throat.

  "Jesus fuck," I moan as I pull back gently, my balls already tightening with the need to mark her throat with my semen.

  Valentine draws in another breath through her nose, and I've figured out the routine. I press back in, not as gently this time, and once again, she swallows me down. Her throat is so fucking tight, and as the muscles work
around my shaft, I have to think I'm the luckiest son of a bitch on earth right now.

  I pull back, Valentine breathes in, I thrust back in, and she swallows me again.

  And again.

  And again.

  My hips move faster as I fuck Valentine's face...that mouth...mostly her throat.

  My balls draw up painfully tight and I know I'm going to come. I barely hold it off, but I finally let go just as I'm pushing back in for the last time. I jet out viciously first onto her tongue as I thrust in, and then again down her throat as she swallows me for the last time, moaning her extreme appreciation for my gift I've given her.

  And fuck what a gift she's given me.

  Valentine slides off my shaft and my legs give way, causing me to fall back on the couch. As she kneels before me with her hands cuffed behind her back, I look at her with disbelief and complete awareness that I am with the sexiest, most erotic woman I've ever known in my life, and I cannot wait to find out all the other things we're going to be doing to each other.

  Valentine's Couch: Blog Entry

  July 12

  I'm Giving Him a Second Chance and I'm Trying Something New

  I'm typing this secretly in the living room as he's sleeping in his bedroom just down the hall.

  Okay, so I'm giving the chief another shot, and I know a lot of my readers will not understand what appears to be easy capitulation.

  All I can say is you weren't there.

  You didn't hear his words.

  Didn't feel the genuine remorse.

  I never did share with you what had transpired between us in the first place, and I'm not going to now. Just know that it didn't have anything to do with cheating or betrayal, but more of a rudeness born of bad information and a childish way of handling it.

  It's all good now.

  I mean really good (and you know what I mean when I say that).

  There's a kicker, though...

  My social experiment to date Alaskan men is on hiatus right now. The chief wants exclusivity, and frankly, I don't mind giving it. You know I'm not averse to monogamy and have had much success with it in the past. But honestly, I'm pretty sure there's not anyone else around these parts who can compare with him, and I'm not just talking about the size of his package.