Scartissue by T.L Hodel

CHAPTER 22

Shelby

I don’t know what happened. Logan’s voice tugged at my subconscious. It came from far away at first, pulling me out of my drug induced sleep. When I opened my eyes and found myself in Logan’s room, on his bed, I was confused. I remembered bits and pieces.

Helping Noah fix his truck, suddenly feeling really weird, and then someone holding me down.

I was scared. Fought back, kicking and swinging my arms at the hands on me. Then they were gone, and all I could see was a pair of beautiful green eyes.

Logan’s eyes.

When I woke up, I looked for the safety of those eyes. But they were tightly closed as Logan thrashed about. I couldn’t understand what he was saying, I didn’t need to, to know he was having one hell of a nightmare. So, I did what anyone would’ve done. I called his name and reached out to touch him.

Big mistake.

He attacked. Glaring down as he choked the life out of me. My only thought, as blackness seeped into my vision, was how cruel fate was.

It was that lost look in his eyes that got to me. I could feel his pain and sadness. Taste his desperation. This man staring down at me, broken and vulnerable, that was the real Logan Hudson, and he was more beautiful than I thought.

How ironic was that?

The very moment Logan took my soul, was the same moment he’d take my life.

And then, just as suddenly as it started, it switched. The pain and anger on his face was replaced with hunger and lust. My shirt was ripped away and his mouth was on me.

I couldn’t think. I could barely breathe. My mind was a myriad of emotions. I needed a moment to collect myself, but all I could focus on was his hot tongue swirling around my nipple. The sensation tingling across my flesh like a thousand tiny shivers.

“Logan, we can’t.”

Even though I said the words, I couldn’t stop myself from clinging onto his shoulders and arching deeper into his touch.

“Stop.”

He pulled my nipple through his teeth and growled, “Not this time, baby,” as he moved over to my neglected breast.

The fire in my body was heightened by his hot mouth nipping my sensitive flesh, and scraping his teeth along my stiffened peak, sending a tiny zing of pain straight to my clit.

I knew I shouldn’t like this. I shouldn’t want more. But pain took on a whole new meaning when it came to Logan Hudson. It became this twisted, erotic thing, controlling the motions of my body. Drawing out quiet mewls from my parted lips as I threaded my fingers through his hair.

My mind was swirling. One voice told me to push him away, while another told me to give in and pull him closer. When my panties were torn away and he flicked my throbbing clit, I felt a little more of my resistance slip away.

“Logan,” I whimpered, “I can’t.”

“You can, baby,” he purred, and pinched my clit, while kissing his way up to my neck. “Just let go.”

Liquid lava poured through my veins, igniting my nerves and making me moan when he began to circle my opening. I shook my head, trying to deny my inner walls tightly clenching, silently begging for more.

But Logan knew. He sensed what my body wanted, and happily obliged. Shoving two fingers roughly inside my wanton opening.

That was when the second voice bitch slapped the other, shutting off the logic part of my brain. My body took over, gyrating my hips as pleasure slipped through my lips in soft moans.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he purred in my ear while spearing his fingers in the back of my head to grab a fistful of hair. “Now grab my cock. I want you to jerk me while I finger fuck you.”

I whimpered out an objection, which was met with a rough yank on my burning scalp.

“Do it now!”

God help me, I did it. Slid my hand over his washboard abs and into the waistband of his sweatpants.

His cock was thick and hard and ready. I’d never wanted anything more in my life. I gently stroked his shaft, watching his beautiful face twist in the same agonizing pleasure he was drawing out of me.

It was empowering and terrifying at the same time. This man was well experienced and I was just… a girl.

“Am I doing it right?”

I don’t know why, but my question seemed to please him.

A smirk spread across his lips as his green eyes met mine. He pulled away and withdrew his fingers from my pussy, leaving me feeling empty and confused. I didn’t say anything as he stood up and shed his clothes. I was too mesmerized by the way he fisted his cock, slowly stroking the long shaft.

“Spread your legs.”

That’s when panic started to set in.

“Logan…”

“Now, Cherry Pie.”

I don’t why, maybe it was the sternness in his tone, or the wicked gleam in his eyes, but my legs slowly fell apart. He was on the bed, hovering over me, before I had time to think about it.

When I felt the thick head of his cock slide through my folds, my body started to tremble. He was going to hurt me. His size alone guaranteed that. Yet, for some reason, I felt safe with him.

Logan didn’t give me time to think about it.

With one hard thrust, he forced his length inside me. Stealing my breath as he tore through my virginal wall.

My muscles tightened, fighting against the uncompromising hardness as I clung to him and buried my face in his neck. Seeking refuge from the pain he was inflicting on me.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned and snapped his hips, sheathing his entire length in my walls.

Logan Hudson didn’t take it easy on my virgin body. He didn’t whisper sweet things in my ear, or give me time to adjust. He fucked me.

Thrusting so deeply inside me, that my very soul wept. Tears spilled down my face as I shook my head, silently begging for mercy. But that just spurred him on.

He threw my leg over his hip and licked the tears off my cheek.

“So fucking sweet.”

I swear I felt his cock grow bigger right before my vision blurred. My body seized and I screamed out his name as the most agonizing orgasm rocketed through me.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Logan growled, and pulled out long enough to flip me over.

This new position drove him deeper, letting him touch places I didn’t know existed. Still, I fought to hold on to my sanity. Struggled against the unbelievable pleasure forced on me.

Every time I thought my mind was winning, he slapped my ass, or sank his teeth into my flesh. Giving me just enough pain to throw me back over the edge. But it wasn’t until he pushed his thumb in my ass, that I truly let go.

“One day, I’m going to fuck you in both holes,” he growled, shoving his thumb deep in my back door. “Ingrain myself so deeply in your soul that every time your thighs rub together, you’ll feel me.”

“Oh god,” I moaned. “Hurt me.”

I needed it. I needed the pain as much as I needed my next breath.

He speared his fingers in my hair and yanked me up against him. I moaned at the burn spreading across my scalp and tipped my hips back to meet his thrusts.

Logan groaned loudly and dragged his tongue up the side of my neck. I shrieked and jumped back when his hand landed on my pussy. Striking my clit in a hard smack. It hurt, but in the best way.

“You like that, baby?” he growled in my ear while delivering another tiny slap. “You like a little pain with your pleasure?”

For the first time since I met Logan, I looked deep into his eyes and told him the truth.

“Only with you.”

He lost it after that. Pushed me up against his headboard and fucked me like a deranged animal. And I loved every second of it.

I hung onto the hard leather board and swung my hips back, fucking him as hard as he was fucking me.

“God fucking damnit.” His palm pressed down on the back of my head, squishing my face into the headboard. “You feel that?” he growled, pulling my hand down the front of my body to the place we were joined.

I could feel his shaft sliding into my opening. Each rough thrust causing more wetness to soak my fingers.

“That’s my cock claiming your virgin pussy, and it’s the only cock you’ll ever have.”

With one last thrust, Logan released a long masculine grunt and buried himself deep inside me. I could feel each and every warm shot of come move up his shaft, twitching his dick inside me.

That’s what sent me over the edge into oblivion. Only this time, I didn’t fight it. I spread my arms and dove head first into the cloud of bliss.

Logan was right, I was his. And he was mine.

***

I traced my finger along Logan’s hourglass tattoo, stopping to follow an angular scar. He’d fucked me twice more, and now we were just laying there in each other’s arms.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Depends if you want to know the answer.”

“Was Riley really in a car accident?”

His chest rose with a long sigh.

“No.”

I rested my chin on his chest and looked up at him. God, he was beautiful with his arm behind his head.

Focus Shelby!

“What happened to her?”

“Sorry baby,” he said, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. “That’s not my story to tell.”

Figures.

“Of course it’s not,” I muttered, flopping my head back down. “It’s not like anyone tells me anything anyway. Why would I be able to handle it?”

“Hey,” Logan tipped my chin up, forcing me to look at him again. “I never doubted your ability to handle shit. If you want to know something, ask. Just make sure you want to hear the truth before you do.”

My eyes narrowed.

“You’re going to tell me the truth?”

“Why not?” He shrugged.

I practically snorted. Sure. Logan Hudson was going to tell me the truth, because he’d been so forthcoming so far.

“I’m serious, Cherry Pie.”

Alright, fine. I’ll play along.

“Okay,” I sighed and pushed myself up to sit. “How did you find out about my brother?”

“Overheard your mom and Lou talking about it.”

That I did snort at.

“Right, cause my mom is open about her life with strangers around.”

“She didn’t see me.” Logan looked my way with a smirk on his face, “Or the cameras I have in your house.”

My mouth fell open. “You have cameras in my house?”

“Had to jerk off to something until I got you in my bed.”

Oh my god!

I didn’t know if I should be outraged, or flattered.

Outraged, definitely.

“Logan!” I shrieked, “You can’t put cameras in people’s houses.”

“Actually, I can.”

I didn’t know what to say. Not only was he admitting to basically stalking me, but he was acting like it was a normal thing to do.

“So, what? You think because you’re the sheriff’s stepson, you’re untouchable?”

“Fuck no,” Logan choked out a laugh. “That prick hates my fucking guts. He’d love to lock my ass up.”

“Well, maybe I’ll tell him.”

“Go ahead, he’s probably right downstairs.”

My brows furrowed as I cocked my head at him. “Aren’t you afraid of going to jail?”

“I won’t go to jail, Cherry Pie.”

It was the seriousness in his tone that got to me. I sat there staring at him, wondering if he really was crazy.

That’s when I saw it. A raven tattooed on his inner right wrist. Unlike the rest of them, the raven stood out on it’s own. No other tattoos blended into it, or even touched it. Like that one small bird was somehow sacred. I hadn’t noticed it before, because he usually had a watch on.

I glanced over at Logan’s Richard Millie watch resting on the dresser. Come to think of it, they all wore one. On the same wrist. I didn’t think I’d seen any of them without it.

Was Marnie right this whole time?

No, that was ridiculous. There wasn’t some secret society ruling the town. My eyes once again landed on the raven.

Or was there?

“There you go, sweetheart.” Logan smirked at the expression on my face. “Now you’re getting it.”

I had to get out of here. I couldn’t breathe.