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I froze, my mind forcing me back to that night at the cabin. Conlon tying my wrists so tight they bled. They still weren’t healed all the way and, as if Logan knew what I was thinking, he traced the chafed skin with his fingers.
“I wouldn’t tie them at the wrist,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. I bit my lip as his fingers trailed up my forearm, stopping just below my elbow. “I’d do it here. Not too tight.”
When I still didn’t say anything, Logan leaned forward and covered my body with his, brushing my hair over one shoulder as he kissed the shell of my ear. “If you don’t want me to, I won’t. There’s no pressure, babe. I promise.”
I surprised myself by shaking my head. “No, I… I want it. I want you to do it, Logan. I trust you.”
Was I nervous? Yes. But there was something inherently sexy about completely submitting to him. Letting Logan have that control over me turned me on like no other, and I wanted this. Wanted him.
“Tie me up.”
That was all the confirmation he needed as he grabbed his tie off the couch and slid the soft silk around my arms, tying them together so that my breasts pushed even farther into the cushions, my hands locked at the small of my back.
My heart was pounding as he tied the knot loosely and then kissed my shoulder blade. “Okay?” he asked gently.
“Okay,” I confirmed.
Logan bent at the knee and lined himself up at my entrance, tapping the head of his cock against my clit until I moaned and wiggled my ass against him. In one swift movement, he’d sheathed himself to the hilt, so deep it hurt as he held himself there.
He allowed me to adjust, keeping his palm flat against my back, refusing to allow me to arch. He controlled everything from his movements to mine, giving me all of his cock or just the tip as he teased me, tormented me. Logan fucked me slow and deep, grinding his pelvis against my bottom. Or, he fucked me hard and fast so that the only sounds in the room was our harsh breathing and our skin slapping.
“Logan, there, right there. Oh!” I cried out, my orgasm taking me by surprise as Logan hammered himself inside me, gripping me by my shoulders and hauling me back against him so that his hips were flush against my ass.
“Juliette,” he groaned, my name sounding so rough on his lips. “Baby, baby, fuck. Tell me you love me.”
“I love you,” I whimpered, my body so sensitive to every touch, every breath.
His movements were controlled as he pumped himself inside me once, twice, three more times until he was coming, holding himself deep as he emptied himself inside me.
I don’t know how long we stayed like that, with me bent over the couch and Logan’s sweaty body draped over mine. But, eventually, we were on the floor in a tangled mass of limbs with a throw blanket tossed over us. My cheek was resting on his chest and I was tracing his tattoo with my fingers when I felt him shaking underneath me. Looking up, I saw that he was laughing. Hard.
“Something funny?” I asked with a smile.
“The dogs… the dogs never should have had to see that.” He barely got the words out, pointing across the room.
My eyes followed to where he was pointing and, sure enough, Sadie and Mac were laying on the floor by the front door, both of them fixing us with a glare that said they saw every dirty thing we’d just done.
I couldn’t help but laugh too,
In the last two months, my life had irrevocably changed. I’d been kidnapped, nearly murdered, lost and found myself, and fallen madly in love with a man who was so different from me it was comical. But it was as though everything was in color now. I wasn’t alone anymore. I had a real life, a beautiful life. A life that I wouldn’t take for granted.
Once, a long time ago, Gran told me if I found someone that I wanted to share the rest of my life with, I should never let them go.
Well, I’d fallen in love with an Ashford. I found someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. And you know what?
I was never going to let him go.
EPILOGUE
THREE MONTHS LATER
I had to say, I’d adjusted to my new life fairly easily. I was still working full time at the farm and business was booming. My weekends were no longer spent alone, though I still made sure to spend plenty of one on one time with Sadie. I had friends, I was social.
I was also having sex on a regular basis and that, apparently, did wonders for my mood.
It was mid-March and, though the wind still had a bite to it, the last of the snow had finally melted, and the leaves were started to grow on the trees again. Things were starting anew, which seemed to be a theme in my life.
I’d recently gotten a tattoo, something I vowed I’d never do. A simple paw print on my inner wrist- ouch!- because clearly dogs played a major theme in my life.
