Disclaimer: They are not mine, they are NOT mine, they are SO not mine! Sigh.
Dedication: This story is dedicated to Lady T for filling in for me, for putting up with my oddities and for going above and beyond the call of duty. The girl is a saint! ; )
With trembling hands, Logan set the book down gently on the bed. He closed his eyes, trying unsuccessfully to rid his mind of the pictures her words had filled it with. Guilt flooded through him as his mind saw two heated and naked young bodies moving against each other in a dimly lit room, their eyes filled with passion, their groans of pleasure filling his head.
Something just didn't feel right about reading the most intimate details of this beautiful young woman's life and Logan struggled desperately to regain control of his body. He rolled over onto his stomach, groaning, his hands clenched tightly in the blankets as he sought to fill his mind with anything but the sensuous scenes it was playing over and over. His heart beat fiercely as he saw her spreading her soft trembling legs wide and gasping as the boy opened his mouth and...
"Dammit!!" he cursed as he threw himself away from the bed. It had been weeks since he had been with a woman and his body was now filled with a fire that was nearly beyond his control. After more than an hour of reading a story written by an innocent young girl, jerking off just didn't seem appropriate somehow.
He moved to the floor next to his bed and did a hundred crunches as fast as he could. When he was finished, he had just barely taken the edge off of his need. He growled in frustration as he walked to the bathroom.
He sniffed loudly as he filled his hands with cold water and splashed it over his face and upper body. It felt good and woke him up a bit. He splashed on a few more handfuls and then grabbed a towel and wiped his face dry, catching sight of himself in the mirror as he did. He muttered angrily and turned away, purposefully avoiding the man with bitter and lonesome eyes who looked back at him.
Logan went to his liquor cabinet and chose a bottle of whiskey this time. He needed something to take the edge off of the emptiness he was feeling. He filled the glass with it and swallowed it quickly, closing his eyes and relishing the burn that followed.
He was angry, he realized, and jealous. He frowned at that thought. Strange. He was jealous of a boy who had lived over a hundred years ago and he wondered about it, he struggled to understand why he was feeling these things, then nodded as the answer came to him.
The boy was in the prime of his life, making memories with a beautiful, passionate young woman -- and he would have those memories for the rest of his life.
He poured another glass of whiskey and swallowed it, deep in thought.
Logan knew nothing of that time of his life. He had no memories of his first kiss, his first embrace -- the first time he had known the pleasure of a woman's touch. He wished so badly that he could hear a tremulous voice crying out his name as he brought a delicious young girl to her first life-changing orgasm.
Yes, he was jealous and, Dammit!, he had a right to be! He had no opportunity to live it again. That time of his life was over and he had lost it -- forever.
Forever was a Hell of a long time. He downed a third glass of whiskey and sniffed, it was beginning to help.
Logan sighed longingly as he lifted his blankets and snuggled back into his warm bed, propping his pillows up behind his back. The alcohol was warming its way through his veins and his body was relieved for the moment.
He resigned himself to the pain, as he always did, and picked the book up and opened it carefully, breathing in the scents of lilac and leather as they wafted back up to his nose.
X~O~X
I awoke early the next morning, Thomas was gone and my heart ached for a moment until I discovered a beautiful deep red rose from the garden, and a note. I held the flower to my nose, smiling and breathing its scent deeply as I read the words he had penned in immaculate masculine script.
X~O~X
Logan frowned. The old dried rose crumbled more than it had been already as he carefully moved it to the side and read the tattered note she had placed in the book.
My Dearest Elizabeth,
Words cannot express the beauty of what we shared last evening, however, I believe that the rose you are holding can.
Its delicious scent can be compared to your wonderful scent, filling my senses as I lay close to your body this morning. The softness of its petals is your delicate skin, warm and smooth as I touched you softly as you slept. The petals' beautiful curls and curves are your lips, your hair and the sensuous curves of your body -- it nearly drove me mad to leave you.
I have many important things to take care of today, and I regret that I will not see you, but I promise I will return as quickly as possible this evening.
I have so much more to teach you.
Anticipating this evening, Thomas
Logan moved the note and the rose aside and continued reading.
X~O~X
My heart raced as I re-read the note. He was coming again tonight -- and he had MORE to teach me! I squealed and ran to dress for the day. I was filled with more energy and motivation than I had been since Jonathan's death.
My garden had been languishing, untouched for weeks. I knew that many hours of work lay ahead of me, so as I ate I made the several trips to the well and filled the tub with water. I knew that I would want to take a bath quickly before he came. The last washtub I filled and placed on the stove. I planned to boil it in the afternoon and I would have plenty of time to be clean and fresh before evening.
The rain from the previous night had made it quite muddy, and I removed my shoes to keep from losing them altogether. I went at the garden fiercely, pulling a million weeds and hoeing the rows to perfection. I stood back and admired its clean rows and bountiful harvest, smiling and alive with purpose.
I filled my apron with beans, making several trips to the house to empty them. I pulled rows and rows of onions, separating them into bunches and braiding their long tops. I hung them to dry in the barn, making a half dozen neat rows of more than a dozen bunches each. The work was satisfying and tiring. I continued all day, eating my dinner directly off of the vine as I picked cucumbers, strawberries and even a few early tomatoes.
I knew that it was early evening when I started the fire and began boiling my bath water. I had lost track of time and I ran to the garden to begin the task of carrying the buckets and bowls filled with vegetables and fruit to the house and barn.
I had spent much of the late afternoon in the woods, picking berries and cherries. I had walked an extra mile to pick a bushel of apples from a tree at the east edge of my property. The apples were ripe and flavorful and I had enjoyed one on the walk back to the yard.
I carried bucketful after bucketful into the house, and then more to the barn. It was just getting dark when I reached down for the last two bowls of strawberries and, as I stood, strong arms moved around me from behind pulling me into a firm body.
I screamed and dropped the bowls, watching in dismay as the berries tumbled and rolled across the grass. Thomas laughed, his mouth already hot against my neck and I turned in his arms, laughing and striking out at him. He caught my hands. "You frightened me half out of my wits!" I shouted as I tried to pull out of his strong grasp.
He chuckled and reluctantly released me and I turned, bent down and began filling the bowls with the berries that were already beginning to disappear in the darkness. Thomas knelt beside me and started helping, eating more berries than he was putting in the bowls. He moaned at the taste of them, and turned to me, urging me to have one. "Elizabeth, they are so sweet. Here, try one."
I turned to him, the sound of his voice in the near darkness already having caused me to tremble with desire. I opened my mouth and he moved closer, his breath catching as I moved my tongue out to meet the huge, succulent berry in his hand. I took a bite slowly, letting my lips close softly on his fingers and I smiled at him seductively.
Thomas groaned and pulled me to him, roughly kissing me, tasting the sweet juice on my lips. I pulled away quickly when I came to my senses. "No, -- I'm filthy! I've been working in the garden all day, and I am drenched with perspiration and I..."
He chuckled softly and pulled me into his arms again. "You taste delicious," he said as he captured my mouth again with his. He kissed me fiercely and I could feel the incredible need that was racing through his body. He spoke hoarsely against my mouth. "I have been waiting -- all day -- I want you. . . so badly."
He moved up off of the ground to kneel and drew me up with him, kissing me passionately, groaning loudly into my mouth. "... salty... God!" he was murmuring against my lips and I felt the incredible hardness of his body pressing into me. I sensed how desperate he was and suddenly I did not care if I was covered with dirt, as nothing mattered to me as much as meeting the terrible need of his body.
I pushed against him and he fell back gently onto the grass pulling me down with him. His chest was heaving as I spread my legs over his body and pushed his coat aside, fumbling to undo the buttons of his trousers with trembling hands. I could barely see his face in the darkness but I could see enough to know that he was shaking his head fiercely in silent protest, his eyes wide with overwhelming need.
I gasped as I finally uncovered him, he was so tight, it was obvious to me that he could not wait long. He groaned and begged me to stop, but I quickly rearranged my skirts around us, exposing my naked legs to his hungry eyes, he moaned and slid his hands up under my dress.
I have never been more thankful for having on open drawers under my dress as I was at that moment, for they allowed me to continue unheeded and he would certainly have taken any opportunity to stop me.
"NO, Elizabeth, please... I wanted to..." he groaned, trying desperately to convince me.
I reached out and touched a finger to his lips. "There is time for me later," I whispered as I lifted up off of him and then slowly and deliciously slid down onto him. He cried out in both frustration and tortuous pleasure as his whole body arched up to meet mine, shaking and hot, far beyond his control.
I moved over him, slowly at first, not sure what he wanted me to do. He growled and moaned under me and after a few moments, he moved his hands to my waist and began guiding me, faster -- and then slower and deeper. He was filled with a hunger I had never seen before and the desire rose high within me as we moved together. Within a short time he was crying out my name as his body unleashed its terrible pressure inside mine.
I stayed there on him moving just slightly and enjoying the feel of his throbbing body inside mine. When it was over for him, he lay there watching my gentle movements as I rubbed my aching body against him softly, eyes closed, completely lost in the feel of him.
I opened my eyes and came back to reality when his hand touched my cheek and I moved away, wiped his body gently with my dress and then buttoned his trousers with still shaking hands. I stood stiffly, stretching and groaning, then bent to offer him my hand and we walked together up to the house.
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