Chapter 18

Logan

Valentine lets out a huge yawn as she steps through the front door. Sassy’s there to greet her, jumping and yapping for attention. Valentine bends down and picks her up, nuzzling her neck. “Did you miss your mommy?”

I duck my head so Valentine doesn’t see my eye roll. She treats that dog like a baby and it’s sort of ridiculous. I’ve tried to get on board with liking the little fluff ball, but frankly, it’s kind of useless. It eats, it sleeps, and it shits in the grass, and I’m usually the one walking it because I live outside of the town limits in the woods, and Valentine’s really afraid a bear will eat her dog.

I grab Sassy’s little leash I’d bought at the general store and snap it onto her collar as Valentine holds her. When it’s secure, I take the dog from her and mutter, “Come on, fuzz ball. Let’s go get your business done.”

“Thanks,” Valentine say softly, and I turn to see her watching me with a sweet, grateful smile. “I know you’re not crazy about my dog, but thank you for walking her for me.”

“I’m not crazy about your dog because she jumped up on the bed the other night while I was fucking you and licked my ass,” I grumble.

Valentine laughs, and I love the way those green eyes light up with amusement. It never takes much to get her to laugh and I love that about her. “It just shows you how much she likes you. And besides, it surprised you so much you slammed in really deep and that felt really good. I’m personally all for Sassy doing that again.”

I snort and then walk out the door. It’s true.., the dog freaked me out so much that my hips punched forward and Valentine actually cried out. I thought I hurt her, but then her hands were on my ass and she was encouraging me to do it again. I found out that night—begrudging thanks to Sassy’s tongue on my ass—that Valentine can take it rough and she likes it that way too.

So I guess I owe the dog something.

Fuck it’s been awhile since I’ve experienced the thrill of having a woman who is adventurous and sexually confident. That’s not just because there’s a serious lack of options in this area, but it’s also because for sex to be really good, there’s got to be some level of trust in the other person. I mean, Valentine had to implicitly trust I wasn’t going to hurt her when I handcuffed her.

And when you have trust in your bed, it makes sex beyond phenomenal.

The shitty thing is, I have no clue how much longer I’ll have this.

After Sassy does her business, I take her inside and make sure her water bowl is filled. While the dog is drinking, I quickly slip down the hallway and into my bedroom, where I find Valentine already naked and lying on top of the covers.

I shut the door and she quirks an eyebrow at me. “Are you seriously locking my dog out of the room?”

“Yup.” I grin at her as I strip down. Valentine watches my every move, not an ounce of shame in ogling me, particularly my dick. It likes Valentine looking at it and it starts to come to attention to impress her.

“Let Sassy in here,” she says as she lifts her gaze to me.

“Not until after I fuck you,” I tell her. “My ass feels vulnerable when that dog’s in here.”

Valentine bursts out laughing and I crawl onto the bed and up her body. Settling myself gently between her hips, I bend down to give her a kiss. She opens up for me in all ways. Her legs spread wider and my cock can feel the wetness of her pussy, and her arms come around my shoulders to pull me closer. Valentine’s mouth is hungry and seeking, and the kiss is the type that you want to last for hours.

But even though I’d love nothing more than to bury myself deep inside of her, I pull my mouth from hers and say, “We have to talk.”

“Seriously,” she exclaims. “You get me hot, bothered, wet…you can feel I’m wet, right…and you want to talk?”

I grin at her before I kiss her nose. “You’re adorable.”

When I roll to the side, she makes a sound of protest and glares at me. “Sex first, talk later.”

“Talk first, sex later,” I counter.

She growls at me. “You’re such a girl.”

I narrow my eyes at her and growl right back at her. “You are so going to pay for that. When I get done with you, you’ll be walking funny and you’ll never call me a girl again.”

Valentine laughs and scoots in closer to me. “Okay, we can talk first, but can we touch while we’re talking?”

“Sure, why not?” I agree, because who doesn’t love long, slow strokes over skin.

Valentine’s hand immediately goes to my cock and she gets off one stroke before I’m grabbing her to pull her hand away. “Not that type of touching. I can’t concentrate when you’re doing that.”

She snickers and looks at me innocently. “Sorry.”

“Okay, so listen…we haven’t really talked about your plans, like if you’ve got a set date when you’re going to leave or what, but I need you to know that I’ve actually got a planned vacation coming up week after next.”

“Oh,” she says in surprise, and this implies that she has still planned on being here. Otherwise, she would have said something like, “No problem. I’ll be long gone by then.”

“I’m going home to Seattle for a week,” I tell her. “To visit the family.”

Valentine looks at me in confusion. “Do you want me to go back to Sarah’s?”

“God no,” I tell her quickly. “You can stay here for as long as you want, but honestly, I brought it up to see if you’d like to go with me to Seattle. My family is really cool. They’re quirky and funny and they’ll probably try to prank you, but it will be harmless, I promise. I think you’d have a good time.”

I get no reaction from Valentine. Her face is blank, as if she didn’t understand a single thing I said. She just stares at me, then her eyes sort of cloud with confusion.

“What’s wrong?” I ask. “Too weird I asked you to go home with me? I mean…it’s a casual invite. It’s not like the family is going to think we’re engaged or anything.”

Valentine immediately shakes her head and places her hand on my chest. “No, that’s not it.”

“Then what is it?” I ask.

“It’s this concept of family and fun,” she says, and then grins mischievously. “I mean…I’ve heard a rumor that some families are like that, but I’ve never really thought it was true. They’ll really try to prank me?”

I laugh in relief and utter delight that Valentine has a deep appreciation for the likes of my family. It also makes me slightly sad it is truly foreign to her. “They’re great. I promise.”

“Then I’d love to come,” she says as she scoots in a little closer to me. “Week after next, right?”

“Right,” I confirm. “Which I’m guessing that means you’ll be staying for a bit longer.”

“Well,” she says slyly as her hand starts trailing down my chest to my stomach, causing my muscles to clench in hungry anticipation. “I’m having a lot of fun here with you.”

My hand latches on to her wrist, stopping its descent. “Did you have fun tonight?”

I think she did. We danced and ate barbecue and drank beers and laughed with people. Valentine was a natural at it all, and while she still has a lot of men looking at her like lovesick puppies, you can tell the people of East Merritt like her.

Valentine smiles at me. “It was the most fun I’ve had in a really, really long time, Logan. Thanks for inviting me.”

“My pleasure,” I tell her, and then I push her hand down so she’s taking my cock. She strokes it lightly, teasing the tip with her thumb. I roll over on my back and put my hands behind my head, but I watch her hand on me. Soft, gentle…loving.

“I love your touch,” I tell her.

She smiles at me and leans over, placing her lips on my stomach. She gives me a soft kiss before looking back up at me, her hand still gently sliding along my shaft. “Sometimes I think your body was built for mine.”

“We do fit together nicely,” I tell her as I bring a hand out from under my head to thread my fingers in her hair.

She nods, her hand straying down to my balls where she rakes her nails gently over the skin there. I involuntarily slide my legs apart and she doesn’t hesitate, running her finger along the delicate skin behind my ball sack.

I groan from the touch and she grins at me wickedly. “Looks like I’ve got somewhere new to play.”

“Later,” I say gruffly as I grab her hand and pull it away. Then I have her by the hips and I’m pulling her up my chest, easing her into a straddle.

“What are we doing?” she asks, her eyes bright with interest.

I slide my body down just a bit and put my hands to her ass, pushing at her to climb higher up my chest.

“Ride my face, baby,” I whisper to her. “I want you nice and loose so you can ride my cock after.”

I can feel a tremor run through her body and she bends down to give me a soft kiss. When she pulls up, her eyes are somber. “You are seriously the sexiest man I’ve ever known. I swear your words could probably make me come.”

“We can try that out later,” I tell her with a grin, and then pull at her to come up higher. “But right now I want you on my face.”

Valentine…this beautiful, sexually uninhibited creature needs no further coaxing. Her hands go to the headboard, her knees plant down on the outsides of my shoulders, and she lowers right down to my mouth. She contributes, tilting her hips back and forth against my mouth and tongue, moving with frantic jerking motions so she can fire off a quick orgasm. I’ve come to learn that about Valentine…she can go off like a rocket without much prodding at all.

She cries out, trembles, presses down against my face, and moves her hips more, demanding I gave her another orgasm. That’s fine…I’d already planned on it. It’s not easy for her little cunt to sink down on my cock, so I love making her as loose and relaxed as possible.

I add my fingers, the first two from each hand and she cries out as I stretch her while my tongue sucks at her clit.

“Oh, God…Logan…baby…I’m coming again,” she groans, and she does…beautifully.

I’d be glad to work another one out of her but Valentine scrambles backward, taking a moment with her sopping wet pussy sitting on my stomach to give me a kiss. A deep hungry kiss where she licks herself off my lips.

Then she’s rearing backward, raising herself over my cock with her hand gripping it by its base. My eyes are pinned on the tip of my dick just millimeters from sweet, soft pussy when I come to my senses.

“Condom,” I mutter.

Valentine freezes, and I can tell she hadn’t thought of it either. “Fuck.”

“Are you—” I start to ask, but then stop. That’s so fucking rude.

“I’m clean,” she says quickly. “You?”

I nod my head furiously, and Valentine lowers herself enough to run the head of my cock through her wet. I suck in air through my teeth, never having felt something so deliciously warm and slick against me before.

“Do that again,” I beg her.

And she does.

“Fuck, Valentine,” I say as my hands go to her hips to hold her still. “Are we going to do this…bare?”

“I trust you,” she says without a single moment’s hesitation. But I knew this. She let me handcuff her and fuck her throat.

Do I feel the same way about her? The woman who came to Alaska with no shame, bragging how she was going to date the men here, and danced provocatively on tabletops.

I look into those green eyes—the same ones that stared up at me as we danced a slow dance tonight under the Alaskan stars—and she told me that she’d never danced a slow dance outside before, and it might be one of her favorite things ever.

“I trust you, baby,” I murmur, and then I push down on her hips.

Valentine releases her hand from around me and the tip of my cock disappears from sight. With her hands on my chest, Valentine bends her head so she can watch, and I do the same thing. We both stare as my naked and now supersensitive-feeling dick slides slowly into her slick, wet heat.

“Jesus,” I groan. “That feels amazing.”

“So good,” Valentine pants as she gives a little circle of her hips to help accommodate.

“You okay?” I ask her, because I know it’s still tough to take me at first, no matter how much I try to prepare her.

“I’m so okay that I’m pretty sure if I died right now all would be good in my life,” she says dreamily, and slides down another inch.

Chuckling, I squeeze her hips. “Christ, you’re so fucking sexy as you take me in. Dropping down on me…letting my bare dick impale you. I think this might be the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.”

Valentine closes her eyes and groans, and I remember what she said about orgasming just from my words. She’s so close I can feel her starting to tighten, which halts her progress.

“Impaling that hot, wet pussy on my cock,” I murmur, and she moans, twisting her hips. “Taking me deep…all the way. I’ll own that pussy, won’t I?”

Valentine moans again, eyes squeezing shut now, and she nods.

“I’ll own that pussy, right?” I repeat, then press my fingers to her clit and grind them there.

Valentine shrieks, her eyes flying open, and I feel her sex gripping my dick hard as she orgasms. I can feel the ripples like tiny fingers pressing into me, and then all of a sudden she goes loose and drops down. Slides all the way down my shaft and bottoms out when her pelvis presses to mine.

“Goddamn,” I groan, and my balls immediately tighten. Valentine’s come three times and I probably should roll her over and ride her because I know she’s got to be tired, but I’m surprised when she throws her head back, glorious red hair flying in an arc, and she starts to move up and down on me.

No…she starts to bounce up and down on me.

Hard, fast, with these little animal grunts of pleasure each time she bottoms out.

Christ…she’s fucking herself on my cock. Using my dick to get herself off.

I watch utterly mesmerized and captivated, and if I’m really honest, I start to lose a part of myself to her in this moment.

Valentine rides me hard, and while I made her admit just a minute ago that I owned her pussy…well, she completely owns my dick and I’m not sure I’ll ever get it back.