Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
My attention drifts to my empty suitcase and the chair currently stacked with my clothes. I have so few possessions with me. So few items to move to another place with less complicated feelings and fewer expectations.
I’m tired of people expecting things from me. I’m worn out from being a disappointment.
As I wave Kyla off, the weird sense of uncertainty that clouded my first days in Australia returns. I arrived and didn’t know anyone. I wanted to be here, but at the same time, I missed home. Now, the thought of leaving this place is what’s rocking my foundations.
I press my back against the cool wood of the door, inhaling slow deep breaths to try to squash the anxiety bubbling in my belly, but before I have a chance to find equilibrium, there’s a knock on the door. When I open it, I find Logan waiting for me.
"Dawn," he says softly, his serious eyes searching my face. I turn away quickly, knowing that my emotions are plastered all over my face. He follows me into the room, closing the door behind him, and I’m trapped with a man who always seems to know when I’m hiding something.
There’s only one way for me to escape the conversation I know is coming. One way to distract us both from facing emotional truths.
Sex.
I need him inside me. I need the release that I know he’ll be able to give me, so I step forward before he can say anything and trap his words behind a kiss.
He’s surprised, but it doesn’t take more than a couple of seconds before he’s kissing me back. His cock stirs against my belly, and I know I’ve got him. Men are easy to please, easy to satisfy. At least, they are if you’re the kind of person who enjoys fucking. And I do. I really do.
Logan’s body is lean and warm. My hands explore the skin beneath his shirt, finding hard muscle that makes me ache between my legs.
There’s no uncertainty about how this is going to go. We’ve done it enough already that our movements are choreographed by experience. Within a minute, I’m on my back with my legs open and his tongue working me closer to the orgasm I’m craving.
"Dawn," he murmurs against my skin when I come.
Words are dangerous.
I pull at his arm and twist beneath him to find a condom in the nightstand drawer. He climbs over me, gazing at me with watchful eyes that I know don’t buy my lighthearted, happy act. I can make him believe it, though. I just have to try harder. His jean buttons are stiff, but I manage to open them with fumbling fingers and dogged determination. When I pull out his cock, it’s hard and ready. Easy to slide a condom over. Easy to angle until it’s resting against my entrance.
"Dawn?" he says again, this time raised enough at the end to sound like a question.
"Fuck me, Logan," I say, tugging at his hips until he’s pressed inside me just an inch.
He hesitates, but I rise to kiss his lips, and run my hands down his sides, and it’s enough to convince him that this is what we need to do.
Lose ourselves to each other.
Connect what’s become unfastened.
Hold tight to what will drift away in the days to come.
He moves in me, pushing his arm beneath my body so he can hold me closer. I kiss him with a searing intensity that I hope will keep his attention focused on the act rather than the emotion, but even as I pretend that this is only sex, only physical, only for escape, the word liar rings out in my mind.
His body feels like home to me; familiar and protective. In his arms, I feel safe. But safety is dangerous for me. Safety makes me want to stay here and be the person these nine amazing men want me to be.
But I’m not that person. I can’t be that person.
I focus on the movement of his hips against mine, the perfect rhythm our bodies make with each other. I imagine Lachlan and Thomas are with us, watching. Jared and Joshua too. Bradley and Bryce, and Cooper and Mitchell. I want them all.
I arch my back, imagining their hands and mouths teasing me while Logan fucks me, and that’s all it takes for the pool of pleasure building to spill out over my whole body.
Logan doesn’t interrupt his flow, even when my pussy is bearing down on his cock in pulsating waves, even when I cry out and go slack beneath him. He strokes my face, kisses my panting mouth, and finishes inside me with a cry of his own.
For seconds, the oblivion of our release is like a dome of peace over us. Logan tucks me against his body, and we breathe fast synchronized pants. I make the mistake of trailing my hands over his body, finding the scar that runs across his abdomen.