Surviving Him (3 page)

Somewhere in the recesses of my brain, as I was locked in his embrace, I tried to fight against the urges that threatened to take over me. But being devoured like that rendered my involuntary reflexes useless. I couldn't resist as his tongue slipped into my mouth and found my own, each duelling for a deeper taste of the other. Wow, he could kiss.

As the song came to an end, we finally stopped to catch our breath. I looked up into his bright eyes
burning into me; I had never seen an ocean blue so intense. It set off some primal response in me that made it impossible to say no to him. We found a table in the corner, out of the way of the busy bar, and we talked and talked about everything as if we had known each other for years. He was amazingly funny. I kind of struggled with his Scottish border accent at first. Being from Manchester, I am used to a different, very broad Scottish accent, but I got there in the end and I soon picked up his lingo.

I certainly had plenty of incentives to figure it out in a hurry. His voice was so husky and incredibly sexy; it only ramped up his pure male magnetism that seemed to sear into my bones, calling to me.

He told me stories about himself. He’s a grafter and works on a lot of building sites when he’s home. The rest of the time, he’s in the special armed forces and is away a lot overseas, and he loves it. He loves working outdoors and getting his hands dirty. He is twenty-eight years old, my age, and pure and utter sex on ridiculously hot legs.

“We better get going after last orders, Dana. I’ll walk you home.”

I didn’t want the night to end there. “Thanks, you’re a star.
” I fought to pull my eyes away from his smoul
dering gaze. Butterflies started fluttering in my belly like they were having a party in there, the exquisite feeling heading straight to my pussy.

“Or do you want to come up to mine for a drink? If you fancy it?” His gaze burns right through any power I might have had to resist this man. Oh my god, is he shitting me?

“Why not? Sounds like a plan.” I was braver than I actually felt. I blushed brightly, trying to keep my legs from failing me, my typically clumsy countenance bad enough that it would have had me tripping over myself on a flat surface in a well-lit room. Add alcohol to the mix with my enchantment with this sex god and I almost lost any hope of avoiding falling on my ass. After the last round at the pub, Logan and I headed back to his place on foot. When we got to his house a few streets away, he put some music on and poured us both a Vodka and Coke.

“You want ice with that, gorgeous?” He leaned in and kissed me on lips so soft and firm, all I could do was shake my head no.

I gasped against his lips trying to catch my breath while his fingers ran
through my hair, pulling at it softly, his lips so soft against mine the whole time. What a fucking amazing
kisser. I pulled away slightly to break the magnetic pull he had
on me.

“Slow down.”

He didn’t listen. He just pinned me against the wall and gripped my ass firmly in one hand, his other hand still in my hair.

“Why?”

He breathed into my lips, his eyes half-closed, hypnotizing me. I kissed him back, utterly losing any recollection of my protest moments before; I could have spontaneously combusted right there.

I lost all sense of propriety and started pulling at his T-shirt until I had it up and over his head. As it landed on the floor he grinned down at me, whipped my top over my head and threw it across the room. His lips were instantly back on my lips, my cheek, my ear, oh God, the ear. I was nearly out of my mind before he returned to my neck. With a swift unclipping of my bra, his hands were on me, kneading, grasping, hungry. I unbuttoned his jeans and I slid my hand down his boxers; my jeans were also gone in a flash.

Logan’s tongue plunged deeply into my mouth;, the passion devoured me, shock waves shooting through my whole body. His teeth nipped my bottom lip. His eyes burned wildly as I gasped into his mouth. Before I knew it, I was flat on my back staring up at his stunning chest, his mouth trailing kisses over my breast, circling my nipple with the tip of his tongue. My nipple immediately stood to attention.

My body was on fire; I wanted him so much. His kisses moved down to my stomach then to my clit. “Oh my god. What … are you doing to me?” I felt like I was going to explode at that very moment.

“Making you wet babe, and my name is Logan, not God.” His voice breathed deliciously into my skin and under it, and I could hear the grin on his lips before they returned to mine.

His fingers slipped inside me; I was so wet. He fucked me with his fingers, sliding in and out of me in a delicious rhythm. My body begged for his as he loomed over me.

“Logan, I need you in me, now.”

My words sounded shaky, my voice a husky out-of-breath tone as I breathed the words.

“You’re so wet for me. How much do you want me, baby?”

I groaned. I couldn’t bring myself to speak.

“How much do you want me,
Dana?”

The more he demanded an answer, the more my body begged for him to be inside me.

I could feel myself pushing into him, my hips working into his, driving forward; my body took over, moving on its own. My mind told me to stop; the passion between us was a strong force that hit me like a ton of bricks.

“How can you make me feel so good? I’ve never been this turned on in my life,” I whimpered and moaned in his ear. I never expected to feel that good. He slid between my legs and slammed his hard cock into me.

The orgasm built up inside me and almost instantly a deep, intense sensation took me to a place I had never been. This had never happened to me before No one had ever had such an affect on me. He buried his face between my breasts as he kept thrusting into me, kneading one breast with his hand as he kissed and sucked the other, circling his tongue over my nipple, fucking me like I had never been fucked before.

His pace became more frantic, as his own orgasm grew.

“Logan, please!”

My own orgasm hung by a thread as I begged him for release. I couldn’t stand it. I had to let go. I screamed out his name as I came in an intense explosion, digging my fingernails into his back, squeezing him inside me, my walls clamping tight around him. The pain was exquisite. I had never felt that way before. Sweat poured off me. My body responded as I pushed towards him, shaking and quivering out of control.

My reaction to him triggered his own end, and he exploded into me, gasping my name. He pressed his lips to mine with hard, forceful kisses. He took my head in his hands and smiled down at me, his eyes warm and intense like liquid, trying to catch his breath.

“Dana, you’re so beautiful. Are you ok?”

“Yes, I am more than ok. I think I just went to heaven,” I laugh. I’ve never had an orgasm like that EVER in my life, I thought.

”Babe, I want more, so much more. I can take you back to heaven whenever you like.” He grinned down at me so lovingly, giving me his beautiful seductive smile while softly rubbing his nose against mine and lightly pressing his forehead against my own.

I wanted more of him. Damn, I wanted to devour him. We lay there, him still on top of me, for what felt like an age. His eyes burned with desire as I looked up at him drawn to his blazing blue eyes. We cuddled together, and fell asleep.

I woke up some time later to a huge, wet nose in my face. At first all I saw was black, then a light-brown face and big brown eyes. I jumped up when I realized something was sniffing at me; I nearly fall off the bed.

“What the hell is that?” I shrieked, having gotten the fright of my life.

“This is Holly. Isn’t she stunning?” Logan said as he launched himself up out of bed.

“She’s enormous!” I stared at the massive beautiful beast in front of me, her head as large as a dinner plate. She wagged her tail, obviously happy to see us. “A beautiful dog, but she’s massive, more like a horse than a dog.”

She looked like a big cuddly teddy bear. Logan had gotten her from a mate; she hadn’t been treated very well and wasn’t keen on men, but he had managed to bring her around, she accepted him. I watched him stroking the top of her head; she was a happy girl who just wanted her breakfast.

I looked up at Logan, and he grinned at me.

“What’s funny?”

“She’s a muckle softy. She won’t hurt you.”

“Muckle?” I looked at him confused, as I had never heard that word before, and I soon realised he meant big. I smiled at him. “I do love your accent, it’s awesome.”

After I had got over the shocking wake-up call from Logan’s bullmastiff, I wanted to head downstairs and make a much-needed coffee. Logan then announced, as if he’d read my mind, that he was going to the kitchen to make coffee. I joined him after I got myself straightened out from our intense night. I watched him as he moved like a lion sauntering through his territory; he really was very fit and his body was so damn sexy. A tattoo splayed across his chest with the words, ‘Who Dares Wins.’

His boxer shorts hung on his hips; he was just perfect in every way, like a male model. I got embarrassed when he caught me checking him out; my face heated up with the awkwardness.

I loved everything about him. Oh, those fucking eyes; they made him seem even sexier and real. But I already doubted myself - it would all be too good to be true; guys like him always are.

Thinking back about that time makes me smile as my soul remembers the love and intense passion we shared. We had our daughter, Amy, a year after we started dating. I fell pregnant with his child quickly but it felt so right; he felt so right for me. We fitted together; soul mates in the dark. He had his own darkness; he was recovering from an injury and was learning to come to terms with that. Also, not being able to help me when I had to run from my ex-husband made him feel inadequate; he didn’t feel like a man. I had thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with him in Scotland, but things changed dramatically.

Amy is six years old now. It seems impossible to ever be a happy family, but I can dream about one. I have faith and I hold on to hope. I will always have a connection with him, an unbreakable bond. I hope I never lose it; I am missing him terribly.

I’m roused from my delicious daydream by the girls squealing with excitement. The girls love the hotel room.

“I can’t wait until we get our own house mum!” Kayleigh is beautiful, small and petite, with big dark blue eyes and mousy brown hair. She is very confident, intelligent, funny, a force to be reckoned with. Kayleigh turns ten tomorrow. She is in year six at primary school and has made lots of new friends. Both of
the girls like their new school, but desperately miss their old friends from Scotland. I’m so glad they can keep in touch by phone, text and Facebook.

We sit and talk about what we would do when we finally get our own house, how we are going to decorate it, and if we would be lucky enough to have a garden, what plants and flowers we would have, and, of course, a trampoline.

“I am having a princess bedroom all in pink,” Amy beams her biggest smile at me. Amy loves princesses and Tinkerbell. She is just as lovely as her big sister, with blue eyes, long curly blonde hair and a slim build.

“One day we will be free to do as we please.” I assure them. I send
them off to take a bath before we go for our dinner.

I look at my phone and after unlocking the screen, I scroll through it. There are various texts from friends: Katy, Mandy, Rose, Vicky, and my mum, asking if we got here ok. I type out my message and send a mass text to everyone, letting them know we have arrived safe and sound, and to assure everyone that I hadn't got stuck on the train, broken my neck or lost the kids, or been killed along the way by some tragic mishap with my dodgy foot and my stupid clumsiness.

My thoughts are at home, thinking of my friends back at the refuge, wondering what they are all up to right now. I hope that my best mates, Katy and Rose, are okay as well as the rest of the girls; I miss them all. We live in close proximity in the refuge, and I’m so used to seeing them every day.