Page 32 of The Wanderer

"This is going to be good," she said, not breaking eye contact as she knelt at his feet and nudged his thighs apart, her hand continually stroking his cock through his jeans, making rational thought impossible.

All the angst of the last twenty minutes faded as Logan watched her unzip him. Anticipation made him light-headed as he propped on his elbows and this amazing woman slid her hand into his jocks, taking out his hard cock like it was the most precious gift she'd ever unwrapped.

Yeah, this is exactly what he needed. Sex with a hot woman. No time to think or feel. Just live.

When she swiped her tongue across the head in a slow, languorous sweep, he couldn't think about anything beyond this moment. Fucking perfect.

Her tongue circled him again as her hand gripped his shaft, strong and confident, and he gave himself over to enjoying this. Having her stare at his cock like she couldn’t get enough was a huge turn on and he thrust his hips up a little.

She didn’t need the encouragement and when her lips enclosed the tip, the feeling of her hot mouth encasing him ripped a groan from the back of his throat.

Her lips slid over him, her hand rising up to meet her mouth. Sucking and squeezing. Up and down. Over and over again, blanking everything but the hot moistness of her mouth and the strength of her grip.

His hips bucked as she sped up, sucking and squeezing, until the delirium of release overtook him. It felt like his balls lifted into his body as he thrust into her mouth and came, the milking of his release so strong his ass arched off the bed.

She didn't speak as she slowly slid him out of her mouth. But she kissed the tip of his cock and he trembled again, his super sensitive skin attuned to her every touch.

She stood and sat next to him on the edge of the bed, tucking him back into his jocks when all he needed was some time to get back in the game.

When she rested her head on his shoulder and didn't speak, he had no idea what the hell was going on. He reached for her and she held a hand to his chest to stop him.

"This was about you," she murmured, snuggling into him when he wrapped his arm around her. "I can wait."

He didn't want her to. He wanted to bury himself in her. He wanted to annihilate the uncharacteristic ache in his chest that her unselfishness elicited.

He wanted to fuck and forget.

His cock better get with the program because the faster he recovered from her sensational blowjob, the faster he could focus on what he did best. Fun for a short time not a long time, then leave.

Anything else remotely resembling an emotional connection wasn’t an option.

Chapter Sixteen

Hope had never brought a man to her apartment, so Logan currently sprawled across her bed, fast asleep, spoke volumes

As if she hadn't already known he was different from the other guys she'd dated.

She'd learned to guard her heart in England when her relationship with Willem imploded and she discovered the truth: that trust is easily broken and lies are cheap.

Having her heart broken had been bad enough, but it had been a hard lesson learning of her parents’ lies close on the heels of Willem’s deception. And Harry’s betrayal soon after had cemented what she’d already learned: never trust anyone.

Ironic, considering her parents had tried to instil that very value into her from a young age, but for a different reason. The McWilliams had a fortune and dealt with usurpers sucking up their entire lives. They’d wanted her to spot the have-nots wanting to take advantage, for her to question everyone’s motives. It meant she rarely dated as a teen and at twenty had fallen hard for Willem, naïvely optimistic. She'd been a prime target for a jerk like him.

In a warped way, she’d been grateful to him. Her momentary lapse in trusting him and having him crap all over her regardless meant she’d never make the same mistake again. As for her folks, people were fickle, whether they were related to you or not. Lesson learned.

So she'd hardened up when she landed in Melbourne five years ago. She didn’t emotionally invest and she never fully trusted. Expiration dating suited her just fine and resulted in less angst.

This thing she had with Logan was casual, and she had to keep it that way, which is why inviting him into her home could signal a change of heart she may not be ready for.

Discouraging building trust meant not letting anyone get too close. It’s why she never brought any of the other guys she’d slept with to her place. But inviting Logan here had seemed like a good idea at the time. They hadn't stayed in the grungy hotel long. Not because she had an aversion to dirt—okay, maybe she did—but he'd revealed so much of himself to her when talking about his family that she wanted to put him at ease.

She'd seen how fraught he'd been after divulging the truth about his past and wanted to distract. Giving him a blowjob had been a start but she'd wanted to do more, which is how they ended up here. She’d hoped that by showing him her personal space it would return the favour by revealing a small part of herself and make him less angsty about disclosing so much of himself.

However, him falling asleep while she showered hadn't been part of the plan, because having him here, touching her things, seeing more than she’d revealed to any other guy, made her too vulnerable and she wanted to jump his bones to get this fling back on track. But when she'd seen him spread-eagled on her lemon bedspread, his expression more serene than she'd ever seen it, she let him sleep.

It would give her time to compose a few songs. She'd been lagging lately, consumed by travelling all over Melbourne to her students rather than them coming to her for lessons because of the renovations. The moment her new recording studio was up and running she wanted to lay down enough tracks for an album. The sooner other local indie musicians heard her work, the more interest she could drum up and hopefully launch their careers too.

She paused in the bedroom door and glanced at Logan one last time; the tough guy with a marshmallow core. He snored softly, his lips emitting small puffs of air as he slumbered, oblivious to how much she liked seeing him in her bed. He dwarfed the small space, with barely enough room for her queen size bed, matching side tables, and dresser. Yet he fit somehow, like he'd spent many nights here instead of this being his first.

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