Chapter 14

 

Auralie

 

“Magnus can’t be mad,” Logan says as soon as he has me in his truck and we’re pulling out of the parking lot. “Text him and tell him The Silo is closed down.”

“Okay,” I say, pulling my phone out of the little clutch I brought.

I shoot off a quick text. The Silo is closed down tonight. Burned wires. Fire department shut it down.

“I can’t believe he did that,” I say in wonder to Logan. “He must be a really good friend.”

“Yeah,” Logan mutters in agreement, but he doesn’t say anything more. While I know he’s relieved that we’ve been given a day’s reprieve, I also know he’s already worrying about tomorrow. If I were strong and really wanted to spare both of us more pain, I’d be a brave girl and turn him away when he drops me off at my cabin. I should cut the string quickly and decisively, and yes… even cruelly if I have to, and let him be free from my bullshit.

Because this man does not deserve my shitty life, nor does he deserve to be burdened with my lies and bad deeds that have probably earned me a one-way ticket to Hell.

My phone chimes, and I look down at Magnus’ return text. You better not be lying to me to get out of this.

My fingers fly over the screen as I respond. Call Bridger if you don’t believe me. He’s the one that just came in an announced it.

His response is just as fast. You’re at The Silo now? It’s not even 7PM. Far too early for you to have gone and put on a good show to the biggest crowd.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I growl at my phone and pull up my screen, punching Magnus’ number. Logan’s head turns to look at me and I shoot him an irritated eye roll, which he knows is not meant for him but for another.

Magnus answers right away. “You were supposed to go late tonight. I told you I wanted a show. There couldn’t have been anyone there this early.”

“Jesus, Magnus,” I say in irritation. “What does it matter? It wasn’t going to happen anyway since it just got closed down. One way to look at it is if I’d have gotten there a bit earlier, I could have probably sucked a cock and made some inroads for you.”

He makes a disgusted sound on the line. “Do you have to be so crass?”

“You got to be fucking kidding me?” I ask with astonishment, my voice rising higher and higher. “Crass? Crass? You’re pimping my body out for money… and you call me crass?”

“It’s a job, Auralie,” he says smoothly. “Nothing more than that.”

My eyes cut over to Logan, who is thankfully only privy to my end of the conversation. I can’t bear for him to know I’m doing this for something as base as money. “I’m hanging up now, Magnus,” I say tiredly. “Any idea when you’re coming back?”

“Day after tomorrow,” he snipes at me. “And be ready to get back to work. I want to up our efforts.”

“Fine,” I snap. “I’ll be ready to suck dick when you command.”

“Auralie,” he chastises me, but I hit the disconnect button and throw my phone on the seat beside me.

“I don’t understand why you align yourself with such a douche,” Logan accuses.

I turn to look at him, but not before I realize I have no clue where we are as I take in unfamiliar scenery as the sun hangs low over the horizon.

“Where are we going?” I ask curiously.

“To my place,” he says. “We’ll cook some hot dogs like I promised, because I figured you’d be more into that than a pizza and a movie. Then we’re going to discuss the real reason you align yourself with a douche like that.”

I give a tired sigh. “Logan… I’m not going to—”

“Just fucking stop, Auralie,” Logan barks at me. “I’m tired of you hiding stuff from me.”

I stare at him, my jaw hanging wide open. “That’s sort of the pot calling the kettle black.”

That effectively shuts him up because he knows I’m right, and I find it more than telling that he didn’t offer to trade quid pro quo. I tell him something, and then he tells me something.

It’s not going to work that way for Logan McKay apparently, because he stays stonily silent the rest of the drive.

So by the time we pull into his campsite—which admittedly is adorable—I’m beyond pissed and ready for a fight.

 

***

 

Logan gets out of his truck the minute it turns off, stomping up to his trailer. I have half a mind to get out and walk out of this little campground to hitch a ride back to Jackson, but I’m just as angry as he is and I want to have it out. I need to purge and get it out.

I get out of his truck, slamming the door behind me, and take in the little blue and white camper he just disappeared into. It can’t be more than fifteen feet long. Clearly, it’s old as it’s sporting rust spots where the sides are riveted together and the paint is flaking. The rest of his campsite is neat and tidy with a picnic table, a fire pit that’s currently dead and cold, as well as a canvas-folding chair sitting in front of the pit. I imagine Logan out here, drinking a beer and pondering the flames in his solitary life.

Walking up to the trailer, I hear slamming around inside. I hesitantly enter, only to find him angrily getting dinner ready. My brief scan of the interior shows it’s sparsely decorated and minimalist in all other ways. To my right is a tiny bathroom and I can see inside as the door is half-open. It’s so small that it’s nothing more than a shower stall with a toilet. To my immediate left is a small counter with a two-burner stove. Opposite that, a refrigerator about half the size of a normal one. Past that, at the rear of the camper, is a bed that runs perpendicular. Twisted sheets and blankets tell me that Logan can be a restless sleeper.

He opens the refrigerator, pulls out a pack of hot dogs, and slams it shut. Throwing the hot dogs on a counter unceremoniously, he reaches into a cabinet above the sink and pulls out a pack of hot dog buns. He slams the cabinet shut just as hard and I wince.

“Beating up your trailer isn’t going to make you feel any better,” I say simply.

He shoots me a glare that clearly says, You’re not helping matters, Auralie.

Good. Because I don’t want to help. I want to rail against the unfairness of it all. “You know, Logan,” I say sarcastically. “You’re not the only one who hates this situation.”

“Oh, really?” he asks snidely as he turns on me. In a condescending voice, he says, “Because it looks to me like you just want to sit back and let Magnus shit all over you. You apparently don’t hate it that much or you’d be working with me to try to figure a way out of whatever fucked-up mess you got yourself into.”

“It’s not that simple,” I yell at him in frustration.

He leans into me, gets right in my face, and yells back. “It is too that fucking simple. You tell me the problem, and I help you make it go away. Then you don’t have to suck any dick but mine.”

He pulls away and gives me a sly smile. “That is… unless you like it.”

I gasp and rear backward, knowing he truly didn’t mean that but still letting myself be hurt by his words even as I see immediate contrition in his eyes. “You insufferable, pigheaded lout. I have no clue what I ever saw in you.”

“Well, that says a lot,” he says caustically. “Coming from someone who has their head stuck up their ass.”

“You asshole,” I seethe.

“Bitch,” he counters.

“Ooooohhhhh,” I scream out in frustration, turning toward the spring-hinged door that slammed shut behind me not two minutes ago. “I’m leaving.”

“Like fuck you are,” he snarls and leaps at me. With one hand on my upper arm, he spins me and then jerks me to him so my body goes slamming into the hard, muscled planes of his. My hands immediately go to his chest to push away, but he slaps one big hand on my butt and the other to my upper back, pulling me in tight until I’m pressed up against his entire frame.

It is not lost on me he has an erection the size of a rocket ship pressing into me, and I have no doubt in my mind he’d find me as wet as an oasis. Still, that’s beside the point, and I try to wriggle out of his hold.

“Let me go,” I grit out and consider kicking him in the nuts, but no… no way I could harm those precious jewels.

He responds with a brutal kiss, forcing my mouth open and shoving his tongue in deep. Mine immediately meets his and twists against him. I turn my head, open my mouth wider, and suck his kiss down like I’ll starve to death without it.

Logan turns us, slams me back into the refrigerator so he has some leverage, and grinds his cock against me. A bag of potato chips falls down and glances off his shoulder, and not once does he let up on the kiss.

I try again to shove him off me, not because I really want him gone, but because now we seem to be in some sort of hate-foreplay and it’s actually quite thrilling.

Logan doesn’t take kindly to me trying to push him away, so his hands go to my upper arms and he spins me again, so fast I go dizzy. Pushing me down the very short hallway past the sink and stove, to the mussed up bed, he gives me a good shove toward it. My knees catch the mattress and I go falling onto my butt. I try to bounce right back up, but he’s on top of me, one arm under my ass where he lifts me up and throws me further up the bed, my head actually grazing against the end wall.

He doesn’t even apologize for his rough treatment, but leaps right back off me and tears my sandals off my feet.

I gasp when he flips me over so forcefully, the wind is knocked out of my lungs, but I wouldn’t have been able to breathe anyway because he’s jerking the zipper down the back of my dress. I become muddled with lust over his brutally forceful ways.

Logan’s breathing is harsh and I can feel energy, venom, frustration, and passion pouring off him in waves. He pulls my dress past my shoulders, reaching in front of me and sliding his hands between my collarbone and the mattress to help jerk it down. It comes along inches at a time, and he curses that it’s not coming off as quick as he’d like. At one point, he pulls so hard to get it past my hips that I hear the stitches ripping. That must excite him, because he starts pulling at it harder.

And then my dress is gone and I’m lying facedown on his bed with nothing on but some black lace panties. I didn’t need a bra with the dress as it had a thick lining so I could go without.

Logan’s gone, and, for a moment, I wonder what he’s doing. I hear his boots thud, hitting the floor, and I rise up a little to look over my shoulder at him. He’s glaring down at me, his bare chest heaving as he works at his jeans.

He snarls at me as he starts to push his jeans and boxers down his long legs. “Lose the panties or I’ll rip them off you.”

For some odd reason, my chest actually swells with elation over the words, because what I truly know is that yes… he’s angry at the situation, but he also wants me so badly right now, he’s on the verge of losing control.

That causes a gush of wetness to soak my panties, and I have the temerity to say, “Guess you’ll have to rip them off.”

He pauses for a brief moment, one leg out of his jeans, the other almost completely out, and looks at me with narrowed eyes. “Going to fire that ass up.”

More wetness seeps out of me.

Logan kicks his pants off and flies at me. I expect a palm to come crashing down on my ass, because I very much like it when he spanks me, but he surprises me by flipping me over instead, only to do exactly as he promised.

My panties are gone in a nanosecond and flying over his shoulder where I see them land on one of the stove burners.

God, I hope we don’t burn the place down.

Logan practically slithers up my body. I luxuriate in the feel of his coarse chest hair brushing along my stomach and over my breasts. He gives me a swift, hard kiss that causes our teeth to knock together, then he grabs my lower lip and tugs on it to the point of pain before it pops free.

Looking down at me with burning eyes, he says, “Going to eat this pussy. Make you come really hard. Then I’m going to ask you to tell me the truth. If you don’t, going to eat you again. Make you come again. Going to wear your stubborn ass down until you tell me what I need to know. In between, I might fuck your mouth, but before this night is over, Auralie, I’m going to know all there is.”

Oh, God.

Why did that threat just have to sound like the best thing that will ever happen to me in my life? And why does my heart flop over and then flutter madly because he cares so much about me, that he’s almost driven beyond reason to get to the bottom of my dilemma?

I try to push that away, merely responding by cocking an eyebrow at him and spreading my legs a little. Up until now, Logan had been holding the bottom part of his body off me, but in response to my invitation, he lowers his pelvis. I feel the hot, hard length of him press right over my pussy with the tip of his cock resting just above my pelvis bone.

He grinds a little against me and mutters, “God, I want to fuck you so bad, baby. You just don’t know.”

My pussy absolutely floods over his words, which are said in a low, sexy rumble.

Oh, yes, I do know. He has no clue how very close I am to just opening my legs… spreading them a little further and letting him slide right in. But the only reason I don’t is because I still possess enough self-control that’s fueled by a burning desire for Logan not to get sucked into this any further.

Because Logan has already laid out what his nefarious plans are—interrogation tactics that equate to something like waterboarding by orgasms—he moves back down my body and puts his mouth where my money is.

And oh, Lord.

I’ll never get used to how good that feels. The softness of his lips that he will sometimes purse tight around my clit, or the rough way he licks at it. Or when he’ll even flirt with sticking the tip of his tongue inside of me, knowing that’s it’s not really a breach of my “virginity,” but still be respectful of it all the same.

“Yes,” I moan as he works me feverishly, because he has something to prove. One of us is breaking tonight.

My hands go to Logan’s head, my fingers slipping in and then curling so I hold him tight. I press him down onto me, something he loves because he gives an appreciative growl, and I let him gorge himself on me.

Higher, and higher, and higher he drives me.

He’s brutal about it. Determined. A little vindictive in how fast he’s getting me there. I have a feeling he’s not going to stop after just one and ask me to tell him the truth. I think he’s going to go in for an immediate second, and the knowledge of how important this is to him… how important I have become to him… it hits me straight in the middle of my core, causing my orgasm to ripple and spread.

“Logan,” I cry out, my hands gripping his head tighter.

He lifts his mouth just the tiniest bit so I can understand him. Talking with his lips against my wet flesh, he says, “That’s it, baby. I want you to feel good. Does that feel good? Memorize that feeling because I’m going to do it all over again.”

I gasp and moan, writhe against him. He finally lifts up and surprises me by crawling back up my body, once again lowering his cock to my sopping wet pussy, where he just presses the length down over me and holds still.

His mouth comes to mine, and I taste myself when he kisses me softly before looking into my eyes. “Tell me how I can fix this.”

I shake my head, barely coherent to what he’s saying. Because fuck… I still have little aftershocks of orgasm running up my spine and my pussy is still involuntarily clenching… begging for something more.

“Tell me,” Logan demands again. This time, he does the unthinkable. He flexes his hips so the length of his dick slides along my wetness, back and forth.

“Oh God, Logan, don’t,” I beg him with a cry of surprised pleasure. My hips automatically lift up for him to give me more.

“Come on, Auralie,” he growls, his face hovering over my mine. “Quit fucking around and tell me so we can set this shit straight.”

I start to shake my head, but he’s having none of it, intent on rattling and confusing me at every turn. His hips flex again. This time, the length of his cock pushes through my swollen lips, running right over my uber-sensitive clit.

My cry is strangled this time as I undulate under him, almost every bit of sanity having left my mind.

“Christ, you’re wet,” Logan says. He rears up off me, holding himself up with just one palm braced flat on the mattress at my ribs. With his other hand, he pushes my leg out, opening myself to him, and then he grabs his cock.

I watch in shock and wonder as he brings the tip right to my opening and slowly rubs it through the wetness there. In a strangled voice, he says, “Goddamn, I want to fuck you so bad that it hurts.”

This bold statement is not new to me, but the level of pain in his voice hits me deeply. I also can’t seem to concentrate because the tip of his dick then comes to my clit, circles, and then goes back to my slit where he starts to rub it faster.

“Logan,” I whisper… a simple plea to… what?

Stop?

Fuck me?

Logan lifts his beautiful face and locks his eyes with me, still rubbing the tip of his cock all over me, but mainly in between my wet, swollen lips. “Auralie… you shouldn’t give your virginity to just anyone. It should be given to someone special. Someone who cares about you.”

I can’t think. He’s rubbing that beautiful big cock between my legs, and I can’t think.

“You deserve special,” he murmurs, his eyes dropping briefly to watch what he’s doing, and then… oh damn… he thumps his cock a few times on my clit before he brings it down and starts guiding it back through my opening.

“Auralie,” he says softly as he lifts his eyes back to mine. “Don’t waste what’s special about you.”

And God… I can’t take it anymore.

I can’t take the way he feels between my legs or the desire and care in his eyes. I can’t stand his words telling me I deserve more than my shitty, fucked-up mess, and I most certainly can’t stand the devotion to his claim that he will help me out of this.

Mostly, I cannot stand wondering what it would be like to be with this man in every sense of the word. I want him everywhere in me, on me, over me, under me. I want him inside every part of me.

“I’m not a virgin,” I blurt out. I’m not prepared to see the shock register on Logan’s face over the first lie that’s been revealed to him. I hold my breath, thinking he might push up off the bed and leave me. Probably not only disgusted by this ugly untruth, but also by the fact that I’m not the virgin he desired.

But instead, I’m the one who is surprised when he groans, “Thank fuck,” before tilting his pelvis and thrusting right into me.

With one solid push, he slides all the way in, and my eyes sting from the tiny bite of pain his girth produces as I stretch to accommodate him.

One push and he’s connected to me in a way that should never feel this good, and yet I know it only feels this good because it’s Logan.

“You on the Pill?” he growls as he holds absolutely still inside of me.

I nod, dragging my lower lip in between my teeth and biting down hard.

“Good,” he mutters as he peers down at me. “Because I’m going to fuck you hard, and I’m going to come deep inside this pussy. After that, you’ve got a lot of explaining to do, understand?”

“Yes,” I whisper and then wrap my hands behind his neck. “Now fuck me already.”