Author's note: Sorry, y'all. I didn't mean to leave you hanging so long between chapters. Talk about girl interrupted! Geez! My life exploded spectacularly this week. Boo. Onward!
If the counter hadn't been holding her up, Marie would have lost her feet. Her body swayed with lust so thick it fogged her brain and made her crotch throb.
Logan caught her gaze in the mirror and licked his glistening fingers.
"Stand up and touch yourself."
"Oh, god…."
"Now." He smirked when she complied without hesitation. "Pull your skirt up so I can see you do it."
No words from her now, just a whimper that fired his blood more than any sassy reply could have. Christ, he loved how she looked with her hand between her legs. Her hips were starting to move and she was beginning to moan a little.
"So wet," he breathed, tongue flicking out to catch her scent on the still air. "Feels real good, don't it." It was not a question. "Fingers in deep. Wanna see you fuck down on 'em."
She held his eyes in the mirror the whole time, cheeks bright red, chest rising and falling from her panting breaths. His thick fingers caught her slender wrist and dragged her hand from between her legs moments short of orgasm.
"No!" she gasped, finally finding her tongue.
"Yes," he growled. She thought he'd step up behind her, kick her legs apart and fuck her hard now.
She was wrong.
He turned her sharply, pinning her wrist above her head against the cold oak door, staring deeply into her eyes for a long charged moment, and then he turned her wrist loose. He smacked her ass for good measure and then sunk to his knees in front of her.
"God!" she gasped out as his fingers slid under her skirt and pushed in deep.
He tsked at her. "Not a sound or they'll hear." She was so far gone he doubted she was even aware of the others right now. He shoved his fingers in hard and curled them just right, big thick knuckles pressing right where she needed. She bit her lip to keep from keening aloud. "Not a sound or I'll stop." Right now, that was probably a bigger deterrent for her.
Normally he loved to hear every vocalization. Tonight he wanted her obedience — and her silence. He lifted the restraining hand he had at her hip to guide her wet, glossy fingers into her mouth, ordering her to suck her own fingers to keep quiet. "Suck."
"Unnngh…." She was staring down at him, eyes dilated and unfocused.
"Don't look at me." She blinked in surprise and he nudged her chin up. "Watch yourself in the mirror."
"Oh!"
"Gonna shove you against this door and lick you. Make you come real hard. Wantcha to see what I see. How you look to me." It was more than pretty or beautiful. He didn't have the words to articulate what it was to him, but he could tell she understood.
He growled as he felt the impact of his words on the soft body under his hands. She quaked. She looked at herself in the mirror. He kept his eyes on her face and gave her hip a hard squeeze that made her wince to underscore his next order. "Don't look away. Wantcha to see it all."
He put his head under her skirt. His mouth was hot and wet between her legs as he pinned her to the door and took what he wanted.
Her face looked as hot as it felt. She could see his head buried between her thighs, skirt rucked up around her waist, his strong hands flexing against the crisp, white cotton. Her fingers slid from her lips and her head fell back with a soft thunk against the door as she reached for him.
He made her watch the flush spread over her skin, her mouth falling open as he sucked down hard. Made her witness her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him even closer and he growled against her, dipping his tongue in between the thick fingers working her. He put her leg over his shoulder, spreading her even wider and pinning her against the door, open and exposed.
She came with a silent shout, convulsing around his fingers and pulsing against his mouth in a wet gush that drenched his lips and chin. If it wasn't for the strong hand bracing against her, she'd have crumpled to the floor.
Before she'd even caught her breath, he had her bent over the counter and was kicking her feet apart, rubbing the dripping tip of his cock between her legs. "Wider."
The rough sound was barely recognizable as a word and she complied instantly, spreading her shaking thighs in invitation.
He shoved the entire length of his heavy cock inside her and bottomed out in one forceful thrust. She would have screamed if he hadn't just made her come. As wet and ready as she was, the thick girth was still uncomfortable and she squirmed at the blunt stretch, even as she shoved herself back at him, wanting more.
He gave it to her. Hard. Deep. Teeth on her shoulder and eyes locked in the mirror inches from their faces as he slammed into her over and over. They both watched her breasts bounce and her hands scrabble for purchase on the cold marble as her breath fogged the mirror with every pant. He was relentless. Something about a bare ass and stockings and that prim little dress and her gloriously wanton behavior had unlocked something he couldn't hold back and couldn't stop.
Her face was luminous with pleasure. His was twisted into a harsh grimace as he held her down and rode her with absolute abandon. She matched him, heaving and twisting and shuddering through another strong orgasm. It was silent, like the last, but he could feel her walls squeezing him and the animal gnashed his teeth and nearly roared in triumph that he could hold out a moment longer than the powerful creature pinned beneath him — but then the pleasure had him too.
Blinding, brilliant white waves of it that made his vision hazy and spiked hotly from his cock to his brain with enough force that he felt the top of his head lift away and his toes curl in his boots before his body's rhythmic, primal pumping of his seed eclipsed everything else. It all faded away, even the need for air and the awareness that the body under his was not indestructible.
He shoved in deep for the first few shots and then pulled out for the rest, wanting to see his come spurt against her pretty white skin. He wanted to smell himself all over her. Rub it in. Lick it off. Claim and own every last molecule of the woman in his arms.
They caught their breath bent over the counter, still staring at each other in the mirror. It told the end of the story that was a little hazy for them both. Small feminine handprints where she'd braced herself and then the smudges and smears when he'd really gotten wild and she'd clung to him with one hand and pressed the other to the glass next to her face. A front row seat to the most intimately revealing moment they'd shared to date.
Her lip was bleeding where she'd bitten it to keep from screaming and from the way her hips felt, she'd have bruises there, too— from his hands as well as the lip of the counter. She could feel the sting of his teeth on her shoulder and her nipples throbbed from her touch as well as his. Inside was a deep, wet ache that was violently, disturbingly, achingly satisfying.
He made her feel like a goddess— some female equivalent to his primal, male force. But he also made her feel like an equal. A partner. Someone he could be himself with. Someone he trusted with all his broken pieces and rough edges and even the soft places he didn't want to admit that he even had.
"Fuck," he said, rising on shaky legs and helping her stand. Satisfaction smoothed the harsh lines of his face, but there was still concern in the set of his mouth.
"You keep your Mississippi to yourself, sugar, or when I can walk again, I'll kick your ass."
"Heh."
"Gawd." She felt deliciously naughty with his come trickling down her skin. "Finish it," she said quietly.
"You sure?" He wasn't sure she was up for the rest.
"Hell, yes. Do it." The Rogue lifted her chin defiantly, daring him to continue.
He searched her face and finally nodded. "Clean me up. Use your mouth."
She needed his strength to steady herself as she knelt, but her eyes were warm and sparkling as she bent to her task. "Mmm…"
"When we walk outta here, I wanna smell myself on your breath and taste myself on your lips."
She lifted her mouth and winked at him. "Which ones?"
"Heh."
Tucking him away with a soft kiss and a little flourish, she buttoned his fly and rebuckled his belt. She hummed in her throat, a happy sound, tones round with satiation and lethargy.
"Stand up."
He helped her stand on unsteady legs and braced her against the door, leaning in for a slow, wet kiss as he put a hand between her legs. "Push."
Against his body, he felt her belly tighten and the resulting gush against his fingers. He held her eyes as he rubbed it into her soft flesh, growling in pleasure at the rightness of that scent on her skin.
She reached up to push her breasts back inside her corset and he slapped her hands away with a growl. "S'for me to do."
"By all means, do me, sugar." She threw back her shoulders with a sexy shimmy that made her breasts bounce. He chuckled.
Christ, he loved the Rogue. Kissing each pert crest in turn, he pulled her corset back up and pressed his forehead to her breastbone for a long moment before lifting his head and slowly buttoning her dress.
"Fuckin' good one."
"Amen to that, cowboy. Gawd! If I'd known it could be like that, I'd have jumped you years ago."
"Nah. Years ago, a ride like that woulda scared the shit outta us both." He was right. It had happened in its own time and they were all the better for it.
"And now?"
He set her on the counter while he tended to his own appearance. "Now you ain't a little girl afraid to tell me what she wants. Now you know whatcha need and I don't feel like an asshole for givin' it to ya."
She brought his hand to her mouth and kissed his knuckles softly before meeting his eyes. "Good. Because I'm gonna need more of it like that, for sure. I've never come so hard in my life."
"I know," he smirked. His words were light, but understood what she meant. It was less about what he'd done to her and more about feeling safe to reveal their wild selves to each other. That's what had made it so damn hot.
"What about you?"
"You gotta ask?"
Apparently she did, because she was staring at him expectantly for an answer.
"Darlin', I've never lost it like that. Even when it ain't me drivin' the train, even with as wild as he is, he's always there enough at the end to keep from crushin' ya after. This was somethin' else. I dunno what. Just—"
"Right. It was just right," she said softly.
He couldn't disagree.
He helped her down and she smacked his arm as she caught her reflection in the mirror. "My hair!"
"Heh."
"Hey, I worked a long time getting it just right!"
"S'more realistic now. What's more authentic than a nurse and a soldier passin' an evening together, huh?"
"Well, it worked for my gran."
Logan nudged her aside while she was repairing her hair the best she could.
"Scoot."
"What?"
"Need the sink."
"You gonna wash off that authentic lipstick mark on your cheek, sugar?"
"Nah." Normally, I wouldn't give a shit, but I figured you wouldn't want me goin' back out there with my fingers smellin' like pussy."
"Oh my god!" Her face felt hot.
"Heh. There it is." Miles of the Rogue who was willing to live out their every dirty, kinky little fantasy and one last mile of Marie, who still blushed on the way home afterwards.
God, he loved the hell out of that.
He dried his hands and pulled her close, taking her hands in his and kissing each fingertip in turn. The lingering, musky fragrance made him smile as he slowly pulled her gloves back on.
Marie's tender smile became the Rogue's wide, sultry grin. "My fingers smell like pussy too, cowboy."
"Heh. Yep. And nobody'll know it but me."
Up Next: Fields of Gold. The final chapter! Things wind to a close and we end where we began, in a cozy cabin built for two…
Confession time- I haven't even finished writing this chapter yet and unless I somehow develop the power to stop time, it's unlikely it will be ready until next weekend. Sorry, y'all. My RL has been epically insane. Universe, please take note that I have adopted a new mantra: NOT MY CIRCUS. NOT MY MONKEYS.
Now before you go freaking out— yes, the story is ending, but it's not really over just yet. There will be a (multi-chapter) smut-tastic epilogue that takes place at the Red Door. The bunnies were very insistent (helped along by my WolverineMuse who was emphatic about including the events at the Red Door)... however, they were equally emphatic about ending the story here first. You can consider the rest a dirty little coda. Heh. I haven't written that yet, either, so after I finish the final chapter, there will probably be a short break while I attempt to write smut like the wind. Sorry about that, but for reals, these 17 hour days are kicking my ass like whoa. #zombiegirl #sleepingin