Chapter 7

Bre heads off to her room to see there’s an outfit waiting for her as I start putting myself together. I don’t want to imagine the look Mara will give me if I show up late. Even if she’s not involved with Logan, it’s obvious that she doesn’t like me.

Getting myself quickly dressed and ready to be seen in public, I give myself one final look in the mirror before heading out into the mansion. I don’t make it far before it becomes obvious that there’s something very different about the huge hallways—they’re empty. It’s strange to hear nothing but the echoes of my own footsteps. Usually there’s at least signs of one or two of the house staff around at all times.

Crap, I must be really late.

I pick up the pace, hoping I won’t cause too much of a scene by being the last one there. But rushing myself is probably the last thing I should be doing. It isn’t until I find myself in a completely unused kitchen for the second time that I realize I made a huge mistake somewhere along the way—I’m completely and utterly lost.

Who in the world has a spare kitchen that they don’t use even when they’re throwing a huge dinner?

I stand in the doorway, trying to retrace my steps to figure out where I got so turned around. I had thought I was actually getting used to this place but I could probably stand here all day and never figure it out exactly where I went wrong.

The echo of shoes clapping on the marble floor come from farther down one of the hallways, giving me hope. Whoever it is should be able to point me in the right direction. How many more times am I going to embarrass myself during a single weekend?

The clapping shoes draw nearer until I see someone round the corner. My breath catches when I recognize Logan. I look him up and down, surprised. He looks absolutely stunning. Typical.

For the first time since we arrived at the mansion, Logan is wearing something that doesn’t look like it’s meant for the pool. He’s wearing a light tan suit, accented perfectly with a baby blue button-up shirt. His shoes are a dark leather that looks freshly oiled—I’m sure they’re from Italy and very expensive. And to complete the look, the smile that spreads across his face when he sees me is hot enough to melt me into a puddle right where I stand.

Fucking hell, he’s beautiful. It’s just not fair.

“There you are,” he says, warmly. “I was beginning to worry about you.”

The anxiety building in my chest for being totally lame and getting lost in the mansion—again—has a hard-fought battle with my desire to immediately rip his clothes off and take him right here in the middle of the hallway. I need to get a hold of myself or I’m never going to make it through dinner without pouncing on him in front of everybody.

I give him a pained look and wave my hand.

“It seems like I haven’t figured this place out. I’m completely lost. Again.”

He doesn’t look concerned by the admission at all.

“Perhaps it’s a good thing… There’s something I need to talk to you about before dinner.”

“Did something happen?” I ask, unable to hide the sudden concern I’m feeling.

Logan shakes his head. His gorgeous green eyes keep me locked in his gaze.

“Not here. I know somewhere we can talk.”

Logan grabs my hand and leads me back into the unused kitchen. But instead of exiting through the opposing door, Logan steers us toward the far back wall. Surprisingly, he lifts a latch on the wall and pulls open a huge door that blends in so well that I hadn’t even noticed it.

“Oh great,” I sigh. “You mean to tell me this place has secret passages, too?”

Logan winks at me.

“Of course it does.” He nods at the door. “But this is just a walk-in pantry.”

He pulls the door open even farther and automatic lights turn on, revealing a pantry large enough to be a studio apartment in the City. He pulls me in and shuts the door behind us.

“What’s so important that we have to hide out in a pantry?”

When Logan turns to face me there’s a blazing fire in his eyes. He doesn’t need to say anything for me to know what’s coming next.

“I need to have you. Right here. Right now.”

Energy surges between my legs and before I realize what’s happening our lips and tongues tangle in a frantic orgy. Logan’s strong arms wrap around my lower back as he pulls me against his hard body. His hands slide down and his fingers squeeze my asscheeks as he lifts me into his arms.

The sun dress is loose enough to let my legs wrap around Logan’s waist as he spins me around and presses my back into the shelves of food. My back arches as I grind myself against him. It isn’t long before I feel the hard outline of his massive cock through his slacks.

“Won’t someone come looking for you?” I pant between kisses.

“No one will find us in here.”

My head falls back as Logan kisses down my neck. My legs tighten around him, wanting to pull him into me even more. My insides ache to have him again. They ache in a way I never could have imagined after the way he handled me all night.

“I’ve wanted you all morning,” Logan growls.

His energy sends a flood through my core.

“Take me.”

Logan supports my weight in his left arm while his other hand grabs his belt and jerks it loose. His nimble fingers unlatch his pants even faster than I could have done, allowing his hand to disappear into his boxer-briefs.

I hook my arm around the back of his neck, helping to hold myself up while my other hand pulls the sun dress up around my waist. My panties are a soaking mess. I do my best to slide them to the side, revealing my wetness, just in time to feel the bulbous tip of Logan’s cock rub against the edges of my folds.

My breath gasps as Logan presses himself inside of me. His oversized cock slides in much easier than it had the first time last night but, still, it stretches me to my limit. By the time he’s in as deep as he can go it’s nearly impossible to breathe.

“You feel so good. So right,” he says.

His voice is fierce and carnal.

My breath releases for an instant as his strong arms lift me a little higher and his cock retreats a few inches. But the reprieve is short lived before drops me onto his cock once again. He pumps himself into me a few more times before I’m able to catch my breath.

“You’re so wet.”

“It’s all for you.”

Logan slams his cock into me, sinking it all the way to the bottom, over and over. The sound coming from from my chest is one I’ve never made before. Thank God no one is here to hear us.

With each of his thrusts I can feel how soaked his cock is getting. It really is all for him. My body craves him in a way that it’s never craved anybody else. Even David. When Logan is inside of me I feel more complete. I feel like I’m finally the person I’m supposed to be.

I let out a scream as my insides explode outwards, leaving me seeing nothing but stars.

My entire core quivers as the orgasm ripples and expands throughout my body. My legs shake and tremble, too weak to stay locked around Logan’s hips. They slump to the ground as Logan gently lowers me. His cock slides out, but it’s still rock-hard and massive.

He’s not done with me yet.

“Pull your dress up,” he commands.

I do so without hesitation.

In the blink of an eye, Logan spins me around to face the shelves. With one hand holding my waist, he presses me forward, folding me over until my ass is fully exposed for him. With a sharp tug he rips my panties halfway down my thighs, revealing my still-quivering pussy. Logan spreads my asscheeks and blows cool air across my sensitive folds.

“Don’t tease me,” I whine.

“You want more already?”

“Stop asking questions and fuck me with that big dick of yours.”

My legs won’t spread far with my panties still around my thighs, but my pussy is so wet that it doesn’t matter. Logan’s cock slides into me with little resistance. His big hands hold me in place while his thumbs spread the back of my asscheeks, pulling them wide as he pumps himself into me, over and over.

A delighted gasp welcomes every single thrust. My arms flail as I try to brace myself against the shelving, sending more than a couple bags of dry goods falling to the floor. Some of them bust open, making a mess, but Logan doesn’t even seem to notice.

God, this is hot. This is exactly what I’ve wanted all morning. This is exactly what I’ve needed.

“Ohhhh,” I moan.

Harder. Please.

Logan’s cock feels like heaven inside of me. It fills me with redemption for every mistake I’ve ever made. I arch my ass up even higher, allowing him to get as deep as possible. His balls slap against my clit, sending extra jolts of pleasure through me with each plunge.

My eyes roll into the back of my head and my muscles tense as another orgasm rips its way through my body. The walls of my vagina tighten around his cock, making him feel even bigger and more immense than he already is. Everything tenses, convulses, and then falls apart. My legs quiver and shake so much that I would collapse to the ground if Logan’s strong hands weren’t holding me up.

He lets out a groan.

“You’re so tight when you come.”

A deeply satisfied smile spreads across my face as I look back at him.

“It’s your fault,” I gasp between labored breaths.

Finally, regaining some of the strength in my legs, I brace myself once again. I push back against his cock, trying to fuck him every bit as much as he’s fucking me. I swirl my hips in circles, trying to tighten myself around his immensity. Logan has me so stretched that it doesn’t feel like I’m doing anything. But the sound he’s making gets louder, encouraging me. Rewarding me.

“Just like that,” he groans.

I brace every muscle in my body, putting everything I’ve got into working his cock as hard as I can. His hands squeeze my waist as he pulls me back onto his cock. Over and over.

“Don’t stop! Just like that!”

I swirl my hips, faster and faster. Nothing in the world matters but making Logan explode inside of me right now. There’s nothing I want more than to feel his steamy cum flooding into me.

I let out another moan—it’s all the extra encouragement he needs.

Logan’s hands squeeze my waist as he gives a few huge thrusts. On the final one, he buries his cock as far as he possibly can and holds me there. His cock trembles inside of me as he sucks in a huge breath.

And then it erupts.

Logan’s loud gasp fills the pantry while his cum fills me. His cock feels like a firehose that got turned on to full blast. My hips keep working his cock as much as they can until I’m sure he’s given me all he’s got.

God, that feels incredible.

Sex can’t possibly get better than this.