was?
The memory sent another wave of need through him, painful in its intensity, and Logan groaned as he tightened his grip on the base of his cock.
He wanted herâhe wanted everything she promised, everything she could give him. But he had nothing to offer in return.
He just didnât let people in as much as she demanded. He couldnât.
He was tied here, to the wide-open spaces, the big skies that let him breathe, that let him find as much peace as heâd ever been able to.
No matter what she said she was looking for, she wouldnât stay. No one didâand she was a city girl. Had big plans to open an animal hospital back in Nevadaâthat was the entire reason sheâd agreed to the internship with him.
And he wouldnâtâcouldnâtâblame her for going.
But what would it be like to have an actual relationship with a woman again? Heâd dated a bit to keep up appearances in town, and then there were his once-yearly visits to Veritas. But he hadnât had a
girlfriend
since before . . .
Since before the need for all this wide-open space had worked its way inside of him.
But he could so easily picture Scarlett here, her eyes focused on nothing but him as she stripped him naked, then bound him to the fence that bordered the horse corral. He could picture that willowy body of hers arching as she commanded him to turn, to brace himself for her blows.
He couldnât hold back anymore. With a groan, Logan pulled the bottle of lube from his bedside table, squirted some into his palm, then began to pump the erection that was by now swollen to the point of pain.
Yes, he could picture it so perfectly in his mindâs eye. It would be twilight, and the sky would be painted with streaks of blueberry and rose. It would set the scene perfectly as she wielded a deer-hide flogger, raining blows over his back and his ass to warm up the skin, to awaken the nerves.
He could almost feel the flogger now, shooting pinpricks of pleasure and pain through the cock that jerked beneath his hand.
She would begin to flog him harder, the stinging bites flicking over the sensitive spot where his legs met his ass or between his thighs. He would want to come from that alone, but she would make him wait.
In this fantasy, because he was hers, she would slide a silicone ring over his cock, the way she had back at Veritas. She would help him to sit, maybe on a bale of hay covered with a blanket.
Then she would lift her skirt and let him taste her. She would command him to make her come before darkness fell, if he wanted to be inside of her.
Loganâs breath began to come in fast pants. The lubricant turned his fist into a warm, wet cavern, pulling at his cock in a facsimile of a cunt, but never coming close to the pleasure of the real thing.
If he was hers, once heâd licked her to climax, she would straddle his lap. She would position the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy, would take him in, giving that little wiggle that showed she had to work at it, but that she wouldnât settle for any less than all of him.
She would begin to move on top of him, those slender but surprisingly strong thighs working her up and down on his erection, bringing his climax closer and closer. He would be bound; he wouldnât be able to do anything but take it as her pussy milked his release from him.
She might even reach behind him, slide her fingers between the cheeks of his ass. She might rub it over that tight bundle of nerves that made his orgasm gather in the base of his spine before exploding out of his cock.
And because he was hers, he would let her. He wouldnât have to hold back from being vulnerable.
She would know him inside and out.
The fantasy plus the reality of his fist hitting all the right spots in a way that only someoneâs own hand could do was too much. Frantically, he grabbed for the T-shirt lying on his pillow with his free hand, covered his cock and
The memory sent another wave of need through him, painful in its intensity, and Logan groaned as he tightened his grip on the base of his cock.
He wanted herâhe wanted everything she promised, everything she could give him. But he had nothing to offer in return.
He just didnât let people in as much as she demanded. He couldnât.
He was tied here, to the wide-open spaces, the big skies that let him breathe, that let him find as much peace as heâd ever been able to.
No matter what she said she was looking for, she wouldnât stay. No one didâand she was a city girl. Had big plans to open an animal hospital back in Nevadaâthat was the entire reason sheâd agreed to the internship with him.
And he wouldnâtâcouldnâtâblame her for going.
But what would it be like to have an actual relationship with a woman again? Heâd dated a bit to keep up appearances in town, and then there were his once-yearly visits to Veritas. But he hadnât had a
girlfriend
since before . . .
Since before the need for all this wide-open space had worked its way inside of him.
But he could so easily picture Scarlett here, her eyes focused on nothing but him as she stripped him naked, then bound him to the fence that bordered the horse corral. He could picture that willowy body of hers arching as she commanded him to turn, to brace himself for her blows.
He couldnât hold back anymore. With a groan, Logan pulled the bottle of lube from his bedside table, squirted some into his palm, then began to pump the erection that was by now swollen to the point of pain.
Yes, he could picture it so perfectly in his mindâs eye. It would be twilight, and the sky would be painted with streaks of blueberry and rose. It would set the scene perfectly as she wielded a deer-hide flogger, raining blows over his back and his ass to warm up the skin, to awaken the nerves.
He could almost feel the flogger now, shooting pinpricks of pleasure and pain through the cock that jerked beneath his hand.
She would begin to flog him harder, the stinging bites flicking over the sensitive spot where his legs met his ass or between his thighs. He would want to come from that alone, but she would make him wait.
In this fantasy, because he was hers, she would slide a silicone ring over his cock, the way she had back at Veritas. She would help him to sit, maybe on a bale of hay covered with a blanket.
Then she would lift her skirt and let him taste her. She would command him to make her come before darkness fell, if he wanted to be inside of her.
Loganâs breath began to come in fast pants. The lubricant turned his fist into a warm, wet cavern, pulling at his cock in a facsimile of a cunt, but never coming close to the pleasure of the real thing.
If he was hers, once heâd licked her to climax, she would straddle his lap. She would position the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy, would take him in, giving that little wiggle that showed she had to work at it, but that she wouldnât settle for any less than all of him.
She would begin to move on top of him, those slender but surprisingly strong thighs working her up and down on his erection, bringing his climax closer and closer. He would be bound; he wouldnât be able to do anything but take it as her pussy milked his release from him.
She might even reach behind him, slide her fingers between the cheeks of his ass. She might rub it over that tight bundle of nerves that made his orgasm gather in the base of his spine before exploding out of his cock.
And because he was hers, he would let her. He wouldnât have to hold back from being vulnerable.
She would know him inside and out.
The fantasy plus the reality of his fist hitting all the right spots in a way that only someoneâs own hand could do was too much. Frantically, he grabbed for the T-shirt lying on his pillow with his free hand, covered his cock and
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