Of Loss & Betrayal (Madison & Logan Book 2)

BOOK: Of Loss & Betrayal (Madison & Logan Book 2)
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Of Loss & Betrayal

 

Madison & Logan Book #2

 

 

by S.H. Kolee

Copyright © 2014 S.H. Kolee

 

All Rights Reserved.

 

This book may not be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission from the author.

 

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

Chapter One

 

Logan had a gleam in his eye that made me nervous. Somehow, he had convinced me that it was a good idea to go to a packed bar on a Friday night, when all I really wanted to do was crash in front of the TV and cuddle. I had relented since Logan wasn’t typically insistent about going out, so I figured he really needed to blow off some steam after a hectic work week at his law firm.

He handed me one of the beer bottles the bartender had set down in front of him, and I took a sip as I leaned against the bar. We had managed to finagle a tiny spot at the bar, but I was still feeling claustrophobic from the mass of humanity almost pressing upon us.

“Tell me again why you wanted to come here,” I said. “Was it the amazing ambiance or the scintillating conversations of the fellow bar patrons?”

Logan replied, but I was distracted by a couple who were gyrating against each other on the impromptu dance floor created by some of the more enthusiastic bar goers. I could swear that the man was going to swallow the woman whole with the way his face was plastered against hers. Fortunately, for the couple and me, it was dark in the bar so I couldn’t really make out what their hands were doing, and I was grateful for that fact.

“What did you say?” I asked, although I kept my eyes on the couple. It was like an accident I couldn’t look away from. I changed my mind when I saw the man licking the woman’s face like a dog. I could definitely look away, and I did so quickly, wanting to gag at the sight.

Logan was watching me with a sardonic look on his face. “Enjoying the show?”

“Ugh, no.” I took another swallow of my beer, as if that could blot out the image from my mind.

“While you were enraptured with the lovers over there, I was saying that one of my co-workers mentioned that this bar had recently opened, so I thought it was a good enough place as any to try out.”

“I’m too old to be in bars like this,” I retorted. “We’re both almost thirty, you know.”

“Sorry, next time we’ll go get the early bird special at Denny’s. I guess that’s more your speed.”

I rolled my eyes at Logan, but couldn’t suppress a smile. Despite not loving being in a crowded bar, I was happy to be anywhere with Logan. The past four months had been almost idyllic. Now that we were free to be in a relationship with no obligations to other people, it was like I was discovering for the first time what it was like to be in a healthy, functional relationship. And I realized that I had never really been in love before, now that I let myself love Logan with no inhibitions. It was almost frightening how deep my love for him went, because it made me feel out of control. But loving him was worth every risk.

I was distracted by my inner thoughts and didn’t notice how close Logan had gotten until he spoke again.

“What are you thinking about?”

My back was pressed up against the bar and Logan was bent over me with an arm on each side of me, effectively trapping me. I shivered in anticipation from just the warmth of his body near mine, and the scent of his cologne that was so familiar yet still had the ability to turn me on.

“About how lucky I am to be with you,” I confessed. “And about how much I love you.”

Logan’s blue eyes softened and he reached up to cup my face and brush his thumb against my cheek. “I’ve waited so long for this, Maddie. Now that we’re finally together, my imagination of what it would be like pales in comparison to reality.” He leaned down and lightly brushed my lips in a whisper of a kiss. His mouth moved to graze my cheek and then he whispered in my ear, “I’ll love you forever.”

My heart squeezed at his words, and I dropped my head forward to lean it against his chest. No matter how many times he said it, the exhilaration I felt from Logan saying he loved me never waned. I wanted to freeze this moment in time and live in it forever. It didn’t matter that we were in a noisy bar and surrounded by drunk strangers. I felt a profound happiness in that moment, and I never wanted it to end.

Logan moved his hand to lift my chin so that I was staring into his eyes. The mixture of love and desire I saw in them made my chest tighten. My eyes fluttered closed as he leaned down, and his gentle kiss soon increased in intensity. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed into him, opening my mouth as pure, hot desire blotted out any other thought in my mind. I forgot about the people around us as our tongues stroked one another and our kiss grew feverish. Logan pulled my body tight against his and I could feel his arousal grow. My hips seemed to have a mind of their own as they pushed against his hard length, rubbing up and down.

Reality intruded when I heard someone hooting and hollering, and I immediately broke the kiss, fearing that we were making a spectacle of ourselves. I was breathing heavily as I glanced behind Logan, and was relieved that the dance crowd was just getting rowdier. No one had noticed us. I was thankful again for the dim lighting in the bar.

“I thought that catcalling was for us,” I said with a laugh of relief. “Fortunately, we could probably strip naked and do the deed here and no one would notice with everything else going on.”

That gleam I had noticed earlier in Logan’s eye was back and I swallowed hard. Logan had pushed my sexual boundaries until I didn’t know if I even had limits anymore. It was amazing how tender and loving he could be in one moment, and then forceful and commanding the next when it came to our lovemaking. But doing anything in public was definitely something that had never appealed to me.

“Care to try?”

I laughed, not fully believing he was serious. “Sure, why don’t we just start a full on orgy.”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “That would require me sharing you, and I don’t share.”

I pushed at his shoulder playfully. “Sure, okay. Now give me some room to breathe before I pass out from lack of oxygen.”

Instead of moving back, Logan picked up his beer bottle from the bar and took a long swallow. After he was done, he lowered the bottle until it was resting against my hip. I could feel the cold glass through my skirt, which was only bearable to wear in November because of the long boots I had paired them with.

“Let’s see if I can make you pass out from something besides lack of oxygen.”

Before I could respond, he lowered the bottle even more and I had to stifle a gasp when he moved his hand under my skirt. I felt the bottle pressed between my legs, my panties not presenting much of a barrier against the cold, damp glass. He moved the bottle back and forth, stroking it against me, and I was instantly wet in response.

“Logan.” I was barely able to say his name, my voice strained as I tried to control my reaction. “What are you doing?”

“Can’t you tell? I’m rubbing my beer against your pussy. I’m getting it ready for me to fuck.”

His tone was matter-of-fact but the expression on his face was anything but. He looked hungry and ready to ravage me on the spot. As much as I wanted to be swept away by our desire, I was still aware of the fact that we were very much in public.

“Everyone can see us,” I said, lowering my voice, but didn’t matter because no one could hear me above the din of the crowd, unless they were in close, personal proximity. And Logan was definitely in close, personal proximity. The pressure of the beer bottle hadn’t let up, and I bit my lip to suppress a moan as it rubbed against my clit, which was begging for more. I had to resist the urge to grind against the beer bottle, desperate to continue the pleasure, but apprehensive due to the circumstances.

“No one can see anything with me standing in front of you,” Logan reassured me. “What I’m doing to you is probably tame compared to what’s happening on the dance floor behind me.”

“Logan,” I said, alarm growing as I realized that he was intent on going further than I felt comfortable with at the bar. “I really don’t think this is a good idea. The bartender is right behind us. He’s bound to notice. And what about the people next to us?”

“Relax,” he whispered into my ear. “It’s so dark and noisy that the bartender will never notice. The bar is high enough that he won’t see a thing. And the people around us couldn’t care less about us.” I shivered as he trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses behind my ear and down my neck. “Besides,” he muttered against me, “you don’t get a choice in the matter. You’re my slut and you’ll do everything I say. Your body belongs to me.”

A thrill went down my spine at his words, which were said softly but with iron beneath them. Logan had gotten more forceful and domineering when it came to sex and I knew it wasn’t just because he enjoyed it, but because he knew how much I got off on it. He knew how crazy talking dirty made me.

I clenched my thighs together against the flood of wetness his words had produced, and then moaned when my movement resulted in his beer bottle being pushed more firmly against my aroused clit.

“See? Look at how you react to my words.” Logan caught me in his gaze as he shifted the beer bottle so that the mouth of it slid down and pushed against my opening, almost pressing inside me. “Tell me what a slut you are.”

My head fell forward so my forehead was resting against Logan’s chest. My breath was coming out in short gasps as Logan continued to rub the top of the beer bottle against me, grinding it against my engorged clit and then sliding it down, pressing it harder into me with each stroke. To any onlooker, it seemed as though Logan was simply pressed against me. Our bodies hid his hand that was under my skirt, driving me crazy.

“I’m a slut who wants to be used by you,” I choked out between gasps. “Do whatever you want to me. I’m yours to use.”

“Don’t worry, I’m going to use your sweet pussy until you beg me to stop.”

I opened my mouth to reply but the only thing that came out was a whimper when he pushed my panties aside and pressed the beer bottle up until the neck of it pushed inside me. The cold was a shock, but it was even more shocking to realize that I was being fucked by a bottle in public. That didn’t stop my hips from moving, pushing against Logan’s hand as he worked the neck of the bottle in and out of my pussy.

“Look how easy it is for me to fuck you with a bottle,” Logan rasped. I could see how aroused he was by the harsh lines of desire on his face. “You’re so wet that I could probably fit the whole bottle inside your pussy.”

I held onto his shoulders, digging my nails in as I strained to stop from moaning loudly. The taboo of this happening in public only heightened every sensation, and it took everything I had not to scream.

“Please, Logan,” I whispered breathlessly. “Fuck me. Fuck your slut.”

In response, Logan increased the tempo of the bottle thrusting inside me and stroked my clit with his other hand. The combination of the two sensations was too much and I could no longer contain my moans. I held onto his shoulders like it was a lifeline, as my head fell back and a cry of pleasure escaped me. I was too far gone to care who heard me.

Logan made a sound that was almost like a growl and I gasped when the bottle was suddenly pulled out. I looked up to protest and was caught in Logan’s gaze, his blue eyes dark with desire and his jaw taut with tension. I was staring into his eyes when I felt his hard shaft enter me with one hard thrust and I cried out in surprise and overwhelming pleasure, no longer caring how loud I was. The noise of the crowd faded into the background until all I could hear was my own panting as Logan thrust into me over and over again. The edge of the bar was digging into my back but nothing mattered except the driving force between my legs. I clung to him, burying my face into his shoulder as the tension in my body grew until it was almost unbearable. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, Logan reached down and stroked my clit, and I came undone. My body was wracked in undulating waves of pure pleasure as my orgasm gripped me, my choked cry swallowed by the noise of the raucous crowd.

When the last shudder left me, I looked up just in time to see Logan let go, his eyes closed and his expression almost one of pain as he released into me until there was nothing left.

When he was done, he opened his eyes and the noise of the crowd suddenly filled my ears again. The reality of what we had just done gripped me and I quickly looked around, afraid that we would have an audience. Instead, I saw no one looking in our direction as the boisterous crowd continued celebrating their Friday night.

I felt Logan slip out of me and looked down. He hadn’t done anything except unzip his pants, and he deftly pulled himself together in one smooth movement. When he stepped back, my legs were feeling a little unsteady and I felt them start to buckle. Logan grabbed hold of me, a self-satisfied grin on his face. I felt my face get warm from his knowing look.

“You’re crazy,” I muttered, although I couldn’t really be annoyed since I had been an enthusiastic participant. “You’re lucky we weren’t handcuffed and arrested for indecent exposure and lewd acts in public.”

Logan tipped his head toward the dance floor where I saw people gyrating, and I could have sworn that I saw body parts that were supposed to be covered in public. “We’re tame compared to what’s going on over there.”

I shook my head, not really believing what had just happened. I couldn’t believe I had let Logan fuck me in public, but then again, there wasn’t much I was willing to deny him sexually. He had a power over me that made me throw caution to the wind and give in to my baser desires.

“Did you have this planned tonight?” I asked, my eyes narrowed.

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