It didn’t matter, I was here now. But for how long? I wanted her no doubt about that. But I’m the guy who never thought he’d settle down. The thought of being with one woman for the rest of my life use to break me out in a sweat.
But with her it seems my playbook was outdated. Nothing felt like the norm about this shit, which means I’m basically playing it by ear.
I know that if I open this door there are only one of two ways this thing could end. Either I claim her as mine, something that strikes fear in my gut even as I stand here looking at her with want.
Or I use her like I always do and move on when I’ve had my fill. I’m not the man to do some fucked up shit like that to a woman who’s already been fucked over by some asshole with a dick. I guess I have my answer.
Logan
“Excuse us aunt Charlie.” I took Belle’s hand and helped her up from her chair. “We won’t be long.”
“You watch yourself now you hear me Logan Carter Jr.?”
“Yes ma’am!”
Belle’s hand was shaking in mine and there was a faint blush on her cheeks. So fucking sweet. Her voice might be cultured and she has that sophisticated air about her, but she was a southern girl down to her pretty little pink toes.
She had an air of innocence about her that fascinated me even as it mixed and mingled with that sexual allure she had going on. If I had to think about it, she was everything I’d never known that I wanted.
A perfect blend of sweet and sexy with just a hint of sassiness to round that shit out. The kind of woman you stay fucking, but you treasure her as more than just a fuck bunny.
I never had that before. The fuck bunny part yeah, but I never looked beyond that shit to anything more. I never had to because I always chose women who knew the score and who were only out for a good time themselves.
I could see us together, see me coming home to her after a long day and falling into her arms. Could already feel her beneath me, taking my cock as I fuck into her sweet softness every damn day of the week.
Even now I wanted to bypass the niceties and take her out back somewhere and lay her down to take me. But I knew that now wasn’t the time, not with her grandmother just a few feet away in any case.
No, when I get into my beauty, I’m gonna stay inside her for a long fucking time I’m sure. I already know it’s going to take a great many fucks before I slate my thirst for this one.
And not just because of her body, but because of this thing she has growing inside me. She brings out every protective instinct in me, shit that I didn’t even know existed. Not for me anyway.
I wanted to coddle her almost as much as I wanted to fuck her. It was a new feeling for me, and a huge difference from what I am accustomed to. I can honestly say that no other woman have ever made me feel any of what she does.
The need to fuck, protect, own, was strong, none stronger than the other. I was already dreading leaving her again and I just got here. That in itself was very telling, I’m not one for lingering.
But with her I felt something shift in her presence. Almost like now that I’d found her, I needed her to breathe. That’s some corny shit that I never expected to come out of my thoughts, but there you have it. Damn girl was almost tailor made for me.
“Did you ask your grandma about me?”
“Yes.” She still didn’t look at me even though I’d been staring at the side of her head for the past five minutes like a sap.
“Good girl!” I squeezed her hand as we stepped down off the back porch into the yard.
The scents and sounds brought back memories. The sweet honey suckle vine and the magnolia blossoms. Birds twittering away in the branches of the oaks and birch trees that were scattered around. I remembered it all from my childhood.
Her hand in mine felt natural, at least for me, she was still tense though, her steps still unsure. Poor thing, just her luck she met someone like me right after her divorce. I’m hungry as fuck and she’s scared.
“Relax Belle, if you asked her about me then I’m sure you know you have nothing to worry about.”
“Not necessarily. She might know only one side of you.” There was a little bit of a bite to her words so I’m guessing she isn’t as timid as she appears.