Marie and Logan tried to spend some time together immediately following Christmas, but Remy made it increasingly difficult for them to do so, having noticed the growing connection they were building.
Seeing a perfect opportunity to put some distance between the two, Remy surprised Marie with a last minute jaunt to Atlantic City for New Years Eve.
Of course, as soon as Gambit got a look at the craps table, he was MIA for the remainder of their trip. When he finally did make an appearance in their room between losing 10 grand and winning twenty, he attempted to lure Marie into bed, but his affections were met with less than amorous responses.
He gave up and promptly returned to the casino floor. The satisfaction and happiness gambling brought him was almost, if not more, pleasurable than sex for him.
Upon their return to the mansion, it was time to get back to business as usual and welcome their students back from the holiday break.
She entered the class to find Logan there, reinforcing a punching bag to the ceiling. She smiled, "Hey."
"Hey yourself. You musta just gotten back."
"Last night..."
Logan gave a slight nod and continued about his business. He told himself to act normal around her...to not act the way he was feeling...but he couldn't help it. It seemed as though one minute, they were a pair of pesky jeans away from having sex and the next, she was on a romantic getaway with that swamp rat.
Had those kisses meant nothing to her? Because they'd meant everythingto him. He'd never felt anything like it...and he hated that she still technically belonged to another.
It was torture.
"Logan...are you alright?"
He looked back at her and immediately realized he hadn't been so clever in playing off the mixed emotions he was feeling. He rubbed the back of his head, "Yeah. Didn't sleep well last night."
Marie bit her lip, prompting him to look away from the enticing gesture. Lord knows this girl was his weak spot.
"Look, Logan...about Christmas Eve-"
She was cut off by the arrival of their new class. Logan had never been more relieved to see those runts in his life.
He'd never had a class go by so quickly before. Before he knew it, he and Marie were alone again. As he straightened up, he heard Marie clear her throat. He looked up to see her standing there with her hands on her hips.
"We gonna talk about this?"
Logan groaned, "In case you haven't noticed, I ain't much of a talker, darlin'."
"While I'm sure that's true, what I felt when you kissed me...I just..can't forget about it."
He looked into her big brown eyes and felt the intense urge to take her in his arms, "Me either..."
Marie bit her lip again, "God...Logan-"
She was cut off when he rushed her and pinned her against the wall with a hungry kiss. She ran her fingers through his hair as her body writhed against his. Logan broke the kiss briefly and looked around.
He dragged her wanton body across the room and into the closet where they kept exercise mats, boxing gloves and sparring pads.
As soon as the door was closed, they began divesting themselves of their clothes. Normally, Logan wouldn't have cared about bothering to remove anything but her pants and panties, but he had an innate desire to touch as much of her skin as he possibly could.
When he finally pulled the cups of her sports bra up, he laid her down on the floor of the closet before treating her breasts to wet, soft kisses. Meanwhile, Marie reached down and yanked his sweat pants off of his hips.
Logan moaned as he felt his rock hard erection brush against the bare skin of her thigh.
She reached down and grabbed a hold of his impressive girth, making him nip at her hardened nipples. She arched up into him and clawed at his back as she opened her legs wider around his waist, silently begging for him to enter her.
"Please, Logan...I can't wait anymore..." she whispered breathlessly.
He ran his tongue over her nipple and groaned as she grabbed his hips and yanked him forward, succeeding in burying his member inside of her to the hilt.
They both had to stifle intense cries of pleasure. He stayed still, keeping himself wholly inside of her as he rested his forehead against hers and stroked her cheek.
In the darkness of the closet, he looked into her eyes and whispered her name. She gently touched his face and whispered his name back as he started slowly, but deeply thrusting into her. Every time he thrust forward, she gasped in pleasure.
She couldn't believe how good he felt inside of her. She'd been with a lot of men...but never before had she felt the immense pleasure that Logan was giving her. It was as if his body was made specifically to fit hers.
He quickly hooked an arm underneath her knee and raised her leg slightly, making his reach inside of her impossibly deep. The pleasure rendered her speechless. She could barely breathe properly, let alone vocalize how amazing she felt.
Luckily, the rutting feral needed no reassurance. Her disrupted breathing patterns and the helpless gasps she let out every time he desperately drove into her proved to be all the confirmation he needed to prove that he was doing an amazing job when it came to pleasuring her.
Marie suddenly grabbed his ass and bit down on his ear lobe as her body began to convulse in pleasure. Sensing her impending climax, he began to frantically pound into her. The rough thrusts were enough to provide a mind blowing end to their hurried, yet passionate experience.
Logan buried his face in her neck to avoid roaring as he spilled himself inside of her.
She desperately held onto him even after the waves of their orgasms had long subsided. She didn't want to let go...and neither did he.
Marie kissed his lips softly as he rolled them over so that she was now on top. She smiled when she realized that his hardened member, which was still buried deep within her, never lost it's firmness...even after one powerful orgasm.
She slowly began rolling her hips as she ran her hands over his chest and leaned down to lick at his neck. Logan whispered huskily, "Goddamn...baby..."
Marie scratched at his chest slightly when she sat back up and began rolling her hips faster against him. She didn't know what time it was, or if Remy would come looking for her...but at this point, she didn't care.
She just wanted to see how many orgasm she could have before they heard someone enter the lower levels...
After another, mutual release was found with her on top of him, Logan jumped up with her legs still wrapped around his waist, then promptly pinned her between the closet shelves and his body.
There, they came a third and final time.
By the time they came the third time, they were both panting and barely able to stand. Marie laughed softly. That was the first time a man had ever given her the multiple orgasm she required in order to feel "satisfied" after a sexual encounter.
Logan favored her with a gentle kiss on her neck, "You OK?"
"I can barely use my legs...but yeah. I'm good..."
He slowly and gingerly pulled out of her, making her whimper at the loss of intimate contact.
They dressed quickly and listened for a few seconds to ensure that the coast was clear before stepping out of the closet. Before they left the class, Logan grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, "I know I said I ain't much of a talker...but we do need to talk about this later."
"What do you mean?"
"The swamp rat..."
Marie pursed her lips and nodded before heading to the locker room. The evidence of she and Logan's multiple releases were messily leaking from her and there was no way she would comfortably make it all the way up to her room without walking funny, so she decided to shower and put her soiled clothes in the towel hamper in the ladies locker room.
For several days, Marie avoided being intimate with Remy by becoming more involved in the social life around the mansion. She helped Storm organize game nights, played chaperone on outings to skating rinks and bowling alleys, and even organized a laser tag excursion for some of the older kids.
The goal was to avoid Remy, but the result was not being able to spend alone time with the man she DIDwant to be sleeping with.
Remy noticed her sudden fascination with becoming a full-time mentor/school chaperone, but seemed relieved that she wasn't spending time with Logan...and he was even more so relieved that she didn't seem to notice that he'd picked compulsive gambling back up as his main hobby.
Often, she'd return to their room after her last class of the day and find a note, telling her that he'd gone to the city to meet up with his friends.
Marie wasn't stupid. She knew full well that those "friends" were probably nothing more than gambling buddies. That was special Remy-code for "I'm going to gamble, but please don't ask me about it, because we both know I'll lie to you about it."
During one of her planned, social nights out with the kids, a special, outdoor concert they had been scheduled to attend was cancelled because members of the headlining band got sick. So, instead, they rented movies and purchased a load of candy, popcorn and other assorted, junk treats for the saddened group of kids.
With the children safely tucked in the den as Scott and Storm looked on, Marie decided to slip out and take the opportunity to see if she might be able to spend some quality time with Logan.
Upon arriving in her room, she found the same old note from Remy, advising her not to wait up, then changed into a pair of skin tight jeans, knee high boots and a very fitted, button down plaid shirt before grabbing her jacket.
When she showed up at Logan's door, he was shirtless and surprised to see her, "What-"
Marie cut him off, "You're takin' me out. Get dressed."
He crossed his muscular arms across his formidable chest, "Is that so?"
She nodded, "You wanted to talk...let's go somewhere where we can."
Twenty minutes later, she was on the back of his bike, holding onto him as they rode to a local sandwich shop. There, they purchased a couple of sandwiches, chips and drinks before heading out to a secluded, wooded area Logan had discovered during one of his many "I need to clear my head" runs.
They sat on a blanket in the grass as the sun set and ate in comfortable silence for several minutes until Marie took a swig of root beer and sighed, "So...you wanted to talk."
Logan nodded, "Yeah. I do."
"You've got the floor."
He tossed the napkin into the bag of trash and narrowed his eyes at her, "What are you gonna do about the cajun?"
She raised both eyebrows and stuttered slightly, "I-I guess I dunno. He drives me crazy, he's irresponsible and irrational...but he's been there for me for fifteen years. It would be cruel of me to just kick him to the curb."
Logan crawled forward to move atop of her, "I want you...all to myself..."
Marie shivered as she moved back to lay on the ground as he hovered above her. His possessive nature proved to be an immense turn on for her. It wasn't tinted with desperation or insecurity the way Remy's possessiveness was.
Logan was domineering...feral...commanding.
He hungrily laid kisses down her neck as her eyes rolled closed. His hands began wandering beneath her shirt and down the leg of her skin tight jeans, which he promptly unbuttoned before flipping her over.
Marie gasped as he roughly yanked her pants and underwear down to her mid thigh. She waited impatiently as he unbuttoned his own pants and yanked his throbbing member out.
She gasped as he plunged himself inside of her. He powerfully thrust into her as he kissed her ear and neck, "I don't want you to let him touch you..." Marie licked her lips in preparation to respond, but the pleasure proved to be too much. He ran his tongue over her ear lobe and whispered, "You're mine, baby...you know it...don't you? You can feel it in your body..."
"Oh God...yes...I'm yours..."
As Logan treated her to the first of many orgasms of the evening, Marie had to wonder how in the hell she would be able to go about letting Remy know that she belonged to Logan...because she damn sure couldn't belong to anyone else.
I hope you enjoyed the ROGAN lemons! I know you've been upset with me for holding out on them since I made you suffer through a Romy one. Remy will be getting painted into a corner soon, so be patient! Please review folks!