Shatter (St. Martin Family Saga) (4 page)

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L
ogan parked his
truck at the address Jessie gave him. He thought about the words she had spoken back at the restaurant. She was worried about her son getting attached to him. Even he had to admit things had never happened so fast before, but he felt like he’d known Jessie for years rather than days. He silently vowed to be cautious. The last thing he wanted to do was confuse Michael. He knocked at the front door.

Jessie answered wearing a deep purple silk robe. Her skin was pink and dewy from a bath.

“Jessie, are you trying to kill me?”

Her eyes went wide. “What?”

“It’s obviously hard for us to take it slow; you’ve just made it damn near impossible.”

Her house was a little cottage with original wooden floors and archways leading from one room into the next. From the front door Logan could see into the living room, kitchen, and dining areas. The colors were bright and fun, and her home smelled like apple cinnamon.

She placed her hand on his forearm and lightly pulled him in. Logan stepped across the threshold and kicked the door shut. His hands reached to cradle her head, and he licked at the seam of her thick red lips. God he loved her lips. He wanted to explore them and let them explore him. After he nibbled on her enticing bottom lip, his tongue sought entry into her mouth, and she parted those lips on a sigh. He ravaged her mouth, and she aggressively matched him, tasting his tongue and then licking into his mouth.

When he pulled back for air, he said, “You’re warm and fresh from a bath; I could eat you with a knife and fork.”

Jessie panted. “You’re so intense.”

“Hmm?” Logan placed his lips at her collarbone and suckled. “What’s going on under here?” Logan slipped his hand under her robe. “Do you even know how beautiful you are? Just the color of your hair makes me hard.”

Breathless, Jessie repeated, “The color.”

Logan palmed her scalp. “Your hair smells like apples and burns like fire, as if it’s alive. And when the light hits it, the color swirls and changes.” He fanned his fingers and ran them through her hair from root to tip. “I saved something I got today that reminded me of you.” He pulled a brand new penny from his pocket. “All day I kept trying to recall the color of your hair yet couldn’t quite place it. I got this with some change and thought, that’s it. That’s the color of Jessie’s hair. I can’t get it out of my mind.” Logan lifted a handful of her hair to his nose and inhaled.

Jessie’s eyes closed, and she melted into his embrace. Her hands went to his hair and tugged lightly. Tingles raced down his spine.

Logan carried her to the table in the dining room—a site he’d arrowed in on when he’d stepped inside—and laid her down, parting her robe. She was a feast, and he’d enjoy her as one.

He spread his hand wide and rubbed the valley between her breasts. Then he cupped one of her milk-white mounds and began to knead. Logan loved the look and feel of her teardrop breasts with their puffy peach-colored nipples. He’d never seen anything more erotic, except perhaps the light dusting of bright copper hair that covered her mound. Unable to wait, Logan closed his mouth around the soft velvety cloud of her nipple. When he skimmed the tip delicately with his teeth, she moaned. When he bit a little bit harder, her back arched off the table. Logan grinned and did the same to her other breast. Her white creamy skin was perfection.

She reached for his head, but Logan wasn’t done exploring yet.

He bent her knees so he could access the little bud that peeked out from her soft pink folds. His mouth anticipating her taste, he bent so that the flat part of his tongue made contact with the hard knot.

“Logan!”

She was so responsive, ready to come. But he wanted her to soar. He left her clit and moved to her labia, drawing each side into his mouth, tasting and sucking. He licked along the seam between them. After getting her wet with his mouth, after feeling her juice rush out of her, he pulled back to look at her pussy. To his amazement, her clit grew more prominent. He couldn’t resist another taste.

Logan lapped at it with his tongue before scraping it lightly with his teeth. He was working her toward climax, but he wanted her to feel more, to feel everything. Even as she mewled and panted, he slid his middle finger deep into her channel, at first stroking and then pumping. She bowed on the table beneath him and cried his name as she came beneath his mouth and fingers.

The woman was beautiful in her ecstasy. Logan straightened up so he could watch her face, and he slowly stroked her hips, gentling her as she returned to her senses, as she opened her eyes and met his, wonder in her gaze.

Panting for air, she said, “My turn!”

The rasp in her voice had his balls tightening. He was open for anything she wanted to try.

She pushed up, and Logan helped her off the table and to her feet. She reached for the button on his shorts, using one hand to lift his arms away from his body. As she pushed the shorts down his thighs, her eyes went as wide as the sky. She gasped.

“You don’t wear panties?”

His dick jerked, and Jessie groaned. “I definitely don’t wear panties.”

“Shirt,” she directed.

He pulled his shirt over his head while Jessie led him by the cock, pushing him against the table. At her raised brow, he obliged her and hopped up. She smiled as she took in all of him. “It’s been years since I’ve had a man to play with, and never one so well endowed.”

“What, you and Alan never got frisky?”

“Alan doesn’t engage in premarital sex.”

“How honorable.” Logan’s hands palmed her hair. “There’s absolutely nothing that could keep me from having you, including the pits of hell.”

She stared unabashedly at his cock and at the drop of fluid that slid down the swollen head. Logan gripped his erection, and Jessie bent to lick the drop of come. He shuddered.

“Suck me, baby.” Logan held himself steady as she swallowed his shaft with her soft, wet mouth and braced her hands on his hips. The satin sash from her robe rubbed his skin, heightening his arousal and he grew even larger.

Her eyes closed as she savored him around a moan and took him deep into her mouth. He held the rest of his cock in his fist. As her tongue cradled the underside of his pulsing shaft and her teeth lightly grazed the top, Logan pumped the root.

“I’m going to explode,” he said, the words low and snarled.

She sucked him to the tip, and her lips moved over his head, squeezing as she leisurely drew her mouth from him. She licked her lips, slanted a dare through fuck-me eyes, and then opened her mouth. At the same time she squeezed her tits, making sure he could see what she was doing. With a roar he shot his load into her open mouth.

She didn’t pull away as he caught his breath, simply licked her lips and grinned. His hand snaked up the back of her neck to palm her hair and with his other hand he found her damp curls and parted the flesh at her core.

“God, you’re soaked. Did you enjoy doing that to me?” He hoped so, because he sure as hell did and wouldn’t mind a repeat at some time.

She flushed a becoming pink, and her teethed worried her bottom lip as it slowly curved into another smile.

“Did you?”

She nodded.

“Tell me, explicitly, what you enjoyed.”

Her eyes, now a dark slate, met his, and she said, “I like it when you lose control.”

Her lips continued moving, but no sound came out.

“And? Say it.”

“And I like when you shoot your warm come into my mouth.”

That elicited a growl from Logan. Looking at her with her robe parted, he was getting hard again. The alabaster skin and copper hair that peeked from beneath begged to be touched, to be loved. She was a temptress in a garden, offering herself to be taken as he pleased. “Pleasuring you is worth eternal damnation.”

He slid the robe back exposing more of her to his eyes and watched her tits darken with need. “You are so beautiful. I bet the men that come to the restaurant can’t keep their hands off of you.” He palmed her breast and whispered into her ear, “I’ve never fallen for a woman so fast before. You make me forget everything. My mind goes and all I am is the carnality that’s left behind. Do you feel it too?”

Jessie’s hand cupped his neck, and her eyes slowly closed. “Yes. It’s dizzying.”

“Have you ever felt this way before?”

She answered breathily, “No.”

“Where’s your bedroom? I want to lie you down, spread you out, and spend hours making love to you.”

She indicated the way as he carried her. He slid her across the bed and settled between her legs. He kissed her mouth delicately and when her lips parted, in passion, he entered her with his tongue. Sensual and wet warmth overflowed his senses. As he explored her mouth, he positioned his cock at her pussy and lubricated it with her cream. He slid slowly into her one inch at a time, nuzzling her jaw and kissing down to her neck as he pressed home.

When he was fully seated inside her, she pivoted her hips and he sank in another half inch. “God, you fit me so well. We were meant to be together.” He linked his hands to hers, palm to palm, and pressed them against the sheets just above her head.

“Logan, please.”

“What’s that, love? You need something?”

Her hips rose from the bed in eagerness; her breath was hot and heavy. He fucked her deep and steady, and she met him thrust for thrust, so much in sync with him that it was hard to tell where the movement was coming from. They moved as one—efficient and complete. Their connection reached depths he’d not thought possible, and he knew this was different. She was different. She was no longer Jessica Hunter, she was his. And that changed everything.

Her body tensed on a cry, and he felt her walls contract and pulse as pleasure coursed through her. Her muscles squeezed the entire length of him and he found his release within her and God she was so sweet, he found himself not wanting to sever their connection.

He held his weight off her and brushed light, still shaking fingers over her lips and eyes. When she squirmed, he said, “I find it hard to believe something as beautiful as you convulsing around me could be wrong.” He bent to kiss her nose, and her eyes opened, dark and smoky.

Her hand gently palmed his cheek. “I wanted to tell you something earlier but couldn’t figure out how.”

“You don’t have to be so cautious, you can tell me anything.” He turned his lips into her hand and kissed her palm.

“It’s just, I know it must seem like I’m some sex crazed woman, or worse, but I haven’t been with anyone other than Brandon. I mean, until we… we were in my office.”

He smiled and said, “I know.”

Her brow furrowed. “How could you know? I just told you.”

“You seemed regretful immediately after and I heard you asking Brandon to forgive you.”

Their gazes locked. She held his head in both her hands and said, “Hey, I don’t regret what we did. I just…” She bit down hard on her lip he thought to hold back what she was about to say.

His head tilted as he regarded her. “You just what?”

“Promise you won’t think I’m crazy?” She raised a brow and awaited his answer.

“I promise.” He traced an imaginary cross with his fingers across his chest.

“Well I talk to him. For five years, since he died, I talk to him. I imagine he’s all around me. That’s the only way I’ve been able to survive. But something strange happened since that day in my office.”

“What’s that?”

“I don’t talk to him anymore, but instead of being sad I’m relieved. I feel like a burden has been lifted from my shoulders, like I’m free. Is that bad?”

Her eyes were searching him. He needed to tread carefully. Of course it wasn’t bad. Five years is a long time and it was time for her to move on. He just needed to make sure she knew it was okay.

He slid his arms behind her back to pull her in close. “Five years is a long time. Everybody grieves in their own way and at their own pace. It’s time for you to let him go. He would want you to be happy. You’re still so young and beautiful. I know if it were me, I would want you to find someone who would appreciate how special you and Michael are and I would only find eternal peace once you found happiness here on earth.”

She blinked several times and said, “I’m happy now.”

He dropped a kiss to her lips. “And that’s why he’s gone on to where he’s supposed to be.”

She cast her eyes down as she collected her thoughts. “Thank you, for listening.”

He smiled. “Don’t thank me just promise me if you need to talk, you’ll let me know.”

She nodded. “I will.”

He wanted to know how Brandon died but didn’t know if it was a good time to ask so he inhaled deep and enjoyed her scent. “Mmm, I’ve worked up an appetite. But maybe it’s that delicious smell. What is it? It’s like apple cinnamon.”

“I make pies.”

“Homemade apple pies?”

“That’s the only way to go.”

Logan smirked at her. “You have an apple orchard out back?”

“My father is a professor at the LSU AgCenter. He does research on different varieties of apples, seeing which can actually grow in Louisiana.” Jessie shrugged. “Their research produces a lot of apples.”