Page 31 of Target Me
“But he had friends who tried. After Luciana saved me from the first creep, I started Kung Fu. That’s where I went the other day. I train a few times a week and help with kids’ classes.”
“So that’s how you managed to nail me in the nuts that day.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. The image of him bent over, struggling to breathe because he’d tackled me, was the most validating experience I’d had in a while.
“We fight to win, even if it means fighting dirty.”
Logan snorted. “Yeah, well, I’d much prefer you treated them like you did today, in any case.”
He cupped my jaw, using a thumb to swipe a stray tear from my cheek.
“I prefer that too,” I said softly.
“Do you want some more ice cream? It’s probably melting by now.” Logan turned back toward the media room, and a wicked idea of exactly what he could do with that ice cream flashed through my head. On the heels of it flashed the pain of the last few minutes, and my libido threw its hands up in surrender.
“I actually think I might try to have an early night,” I said, hooking a thumb over my shoulder at the last rays of the sun disappearing on the horizon.
“No problem,” he said, smiling softly. I watched his ass as he strode back into the media room before turning and making my way upstairs, feeling lighter than I had in years.
Rather than going to bed, because despite what I said, I wouldn’t be ready for sleep for hours to come, I headed up to my studio. After considering several possible projects, I settled down with charcoal and a blank piece of paper.
Tonight was a night for sketching.
12
LOGAN
“Please, sir.” Her whimper drove me harder as I pounded into her, one ear cocked to sounds outside the utility tent we’d snuck into. Leaning over her back, I wrapped a hand around her mouth to smother the noises she couldn’t suppress. It was risky having a midnight rendezvous while deployed, but Lana had always been a wild one, and things had been quiet lately. The enemy had been few and far between for the last week, and everyone was on edge.
Especially Lana right now.
Shifting my hand higher, I ensured her nose was also covered and felt her pussy tighten around me with excitement as she tried and failed to suck air into her lungs. We couldn’t play properly out here, but I’d make do where I could.
Her pulse was visible at the side of her throat, and I altered my pace to match it, releasing her mouth and allowing her one full breath before I wrapped her hair around my fist and wrenched her head back until she could look me in the eye.
I lifted a brow, slowing my strokes to a rolling pace that would keep her on edge without giving her the finish she was so desperate for. Tears ran down both cheeks, and she gave me a beautiful smile.
Perfect.
Pushing in as far as I could go, I wrenched her head back even farther, enjoying the curve of her spine, then reached around her body and pinched her clit hard.
I slammed my hand over her mouth just in time, absorbing her scream as she tightened around me so brutally that I couldn’t help but follow her over the edge. Pulling out, I whipped off the condom and pumped my release all over her ass and pussy.We panted in the afterglow, our breaths loud in the quiet of the sleeping camp. I’d paid off the duty security team leader to look the other way just in case, but Lana didn’t know that. The risk was half the fun.
“I suppose I should shower and get some sleep,” she said, her voice brimming with reluctance.
I chuckled, sliding her panties back up over her hips and cupping her pussy over them. “You’re not showering. You’re going to sleep with my cum all over you like the dirty slut you are. Tomorrow morning, you’ll report to me and ask permission to use the ablutions on your knees.”
Lana’s breath caught. She’d always had a slight degradation kink, and although it wasn’t something that turned me on, I was happy to cater to her needs.
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed, sliding her pants into place and buckling them as she moved toward the tent entrance.
“Avery,” I called, and frowned. No, not Avery. Lana.
The raven-haired beauty turned, a dazzling smile on her face.
“Yes, Sir?” Her eyes weren’t black, though. They were hazel. Her skin a porcelain that Lana’s had never been. This wasn’t right.
“Don’t leave the tent,” I whispered. But the words didn’t carry, because that wasn’t how things had gone.
