Chapter 8

Logan holds me in that position for a few long moments as he gasps and recovers his breath. When he staggers away, his cock leaves an emptiness inside of me. It takes a considerable amount of effort to stay on my feet while pulling my panties up. I love feeling Logan’s cum oozing inside of me. I’m already looking forward to making him come like that again.

Logan heaves a loud sigh as he gives me a goofy smile. His cock is still half-erect and glistening.

“That was a big one,” I say, looking between him and it.

He beams at me.

“You worked me for everything I had.”

I run a finger down his shirt, noticing that he somehow managed to give me a solid fucking while still keeping it and his jacket wrinkle-free—impressive.

“From what I’ve seen it won’t take long before you’ve got more to give me.”

A hungry look blazes in his eyes.

“Give me a few minutes and there will be plenty more where that came from.”

I don’t doubt him for a second.

“Quickies are fun but if you want a Round Two then I want to take my time with you.” I lick my lips, slowly, making sure there’s not a single doubt in his mind about what I would do to him. “But I don’t think everyone would appreciate us making them wait even longer. They might get suspicious…”

The heat blazes in his eyes for a few more moments before he let’s out a frustrated sigh.

“You’re right. We will have to continue this later.” He steps in closer, eyeing me up and down. “But don’t think I’m done with you yet. I plan on having my way with you at least one more time before we leave.”

My heart nearly skips a beat.

“You’d better.” I look him up and down, eyeing him hungrily before flashing another grin. “But for now we’d better clean up and get going before someone wonders where you are.”

He lets out another growl, eyeing me fiercely.

“Fuck it. Let them find us.”

“You’re still not thinking straight.” I glance down at his cock—it’s still half-swollen. “Looks like all of the blood hasn’t made it back to your brain just yet.”

“I’m sick of running around and hiding everything. Part of me wants to march out there and tell everyone so we don’t have to sneak around anymore.”

My heart swells as I rub my hand down his chest, pretending to straighten his shirt.

“You don’t mean that,” I say, secretly wanting to be wrong. “The weekend is almost over. We only have a few more hours to go.”

“Hours I’d rather spend worshipping this body of yours…”

Logan slaps me on the ass and I let out a surprised squeal of delight.

“There will be plenty of time for that later. My ass isn’t going anywhere.”

“It better not.”

I flash him an innocent smile before finally giving myself a once-over to make sure my dress—and everything else—is in place. Logan hikes up his pants and somehow manages to stuff his cock into them before closing the zipper and latching his belt. When he’s done, I give him a flat look.

“Be honest with me… how obvious is it that I just got fucked in a pantry?”

He lets out a laugh.

“Not nearly obvious enough. We should probably do it again just to make sure everyone knows.”

“You’re bad.”

“I made you come twice just now… I must be doing something right.”

I bite my lip and try to force distracting thoughts out of my head.

“Where are we, anyway?” I ask, changing the subject. I look around at the dry food bags scattered in a mess around the room. “Do we need to clean up this mess in here before we go?”

Logan’s grin widens.

“This is my personal kitchen. No one uses it but me. Gervas will see to it that it gets straightened up.”

“So that’s how you knew no one would come checking on us.”

He gives me a sheepish grin.

“Gervas sees that the kitchen is stocked with whatever I need, and since the kitchen doesn’t get used all that often there’s no reason for anyone to be snooping around here.”

I bite my lip as more devious thoughts flood into my head.

“I’ll have to keep that in mind if I ever need a dark corner to drag you into.”

“There are plenty of dark corners,” he says with a sly twist to his lips. “For all sorts of dark deeds.”

“Don’t tease me like that when I already know I can’t have you. It’s not nice.”

“Soon,” he promises.

I bob my head in excited agreement then give a nervous look at the door leading back out into the kitchen.

“So… how are we going to do this?” I ask. “It will be suspicious if we show up together, won’t it?”

“It won’t be that bad,” he says, coolly. “I’ll head out first and you follow a few minutes later. No one will think anything of it.”

“There’s just one little problem with that…” Logan cocks an eyebrow. “I have no idea where where to go,” I say, laughing. “I’m completely turned around in this place.”

The amused smile that spreads across Logan’s face is so adorable it hurts.

“Don’t worry, it takes a lot longer than one weekend to get the hang of it.”

“Well I’m looking forward to spending a lot more time here…”

I don’t know what possesses me to say it—the words just come tumbling out of my mouth.

The smile on Logan’s face slips away. Slowly. Painfully.

“One thing at a time,” he says. “Let’s make it through dinner first, and then we can discuss what happens next.”

“Right,” I say, trying to hide the sinking feeling in my chest.

“Remember… wait a few minutes and then follow me out. Just take the hallway to the right, and then follow the right wall down two turns and take the next left and you’ll be there.”

I nod.

“Two to the right, one to the left. Got it.”

Logan eyes me for a second as though there’s something else he wants to say but, instead, he just nods and disappears into the kitchen. The pantry door clicks when it shuts and I stare at it—stunned—for at least a minute after he’s gone.

What the fuck just happened?